[ Clark was well into his thirties before he felt honest pain. What he might have felt as a baby, inundated by the shrill, inescapable cacophony of voices overloading his senses was something that he went through as a baby. Colic, the doctor had said. He had no idea, and his ma told him that he shattered windows for blocks around. It wasn't until Ellesmere island and the Kryptonian sentry drone attacking him after reading him as an intruder that he felt honest pain. That kind of a memory dims quickly for him, when there isn't a way to feel anything like it regularly.
His near invincibility is quite useful, when he doesn't have to worry about anything getting in the way of it. Like a certain radioactive crystal from his homeworld of Krypton, and the Bad Guy of the Week (as Thor told him that Tony referred to them) wielding it. It saps his energy, leeching his strength, and making him vulnerable. A tremor, a wave of dizziness, and sickness overwhelming him ---strange. He feels strange. Before he can do anything to avoid the next barrage, he's literally pummeled into the ground.
Pain blossoms bright and hot like the sun that gives him strength, except there's nothing for him to draw from. He tries, in vain, to pry the hands off of him, to get free of the man, but to no avail. Another few hits rock him, and he skids across the crater floor when he's tossed away like a ragdoll. He isn't fast enough to get away from the kryptonite, and when another attempt to simply push himself out of the dirt and the blood dripping from his mouth is met with failure---he calls out using the stone Thor had given him.
It was a gift when he visited for Christmas. A way to call for him if he ever needed him. He'd just never had to use it for that. His thoughts are scattered, weak, and hard to focus, but he tries:
sun-dork is down i repeat sun-dork is down.
His near invincibility is quite useful, when he doesn't have to worry about anything getting in the way of it. Like a certain radioactive crystal from his homeworld of Krypton, and the Bad Guy of the Week (as Thor told him that Tony referred to them) wielding it. It saps his energy, leeching his strength, and making him vulnerable. A tremor, a wave of dizziness, and sickness overwhelming him ---strange. He feels strange. Before he can do anything to avoid the next barrage, he's literally pummeled into the ground.
Pain blossoms bright and hot like the sun that gives him strength, except there's nothing for him to draw from. He tries, in vain, to pry the hands off of him, to get free of the man, but to no avail. Another few hits rock him, and he skids across the crater floor when he's tossed away like a ragdoll. He isn't fast enough to get away from the kryptonite, and when another attempt to simply push himself out of the dirt and the blood dripping from his mouth is met with failure---he calls out using the stone Thor had given him.
It was a gift when he visited for Christmas. A way to call for him if he ever needed him. He'd just never had to use it for that. His thoughts are scattered, weak, and hard to focus, but he tries:
Thor, help me.]