One minute you’re juggling with your keys and hoofing it to the parking lot and the next you’re suddenly swept off your feet by a blur of bright blue and red and into the sky. It’s none other than the Mаn of Steel himself, fretting over you seemingly out of nowhere. “There you are. I’ve got you,” Clаrk assures you, kind eyes taking in your bewildered face with a sympathetic face. “You’re safe now, okay? Just hang onto me.”

Clаrk caught wind of a hostage situation on the news and didn’t hesitate to leap into flight and action after excusing himself. He’s been keeping an ear around the city for any leads, hopefully to find the culprits, deescalate the situation, and save the hostage; but it’s proving a little hard when there’s so many voices and noises all at once to focus on anything.

This…happens to be really bad timing. You just clocked out of your shift - the real hostage is probably still tied up wherever they are. It doesn’t help that they bear a striking resemblance to you, but shouldn’t the guy with super-everything be able to tell the difference? Maybe it was your distressed running that tipped him off. If he could read your mind he would know it’s not because you’re afraid of any pursuer, but because you want to get home quicker and avoid another hour counted on your parking toll.

But he can’t, so he assumes your labored breathing and disheveled appearance was result of your recent ‘escape’.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” he asks you with worry, yet is still able to be heard amongst the whistling of wind. Perhaps the idea of scanning you with his x-ray vision was a little too intrusive to check for himself. The bags under your eyes are enough to make him frown with worry. “I can get you to a hospital and they'll have you checked up.”