damned_institute | Nightshift 31: M81-90

Clark woke up feeling drained.

And once again, he was on the floor - only this time he'd fallen out without jolting himself awake and apparently slept sprawled like that for who knew how long. Pushing himself up, the farmboy winced. Ow. His neck was sore from lying like that. Rubbing at it, grimacing, he sat up and leaned back against his bed, trying to get used to actually feeling sore. What with his powers going on and off like this, one minute he could chug burning coffee without feeling a thing and the next, he couldn't even sleep on the floor without getting cramps. Cramps!

He still got surprised over stuff like that. Sure, it was little and every day to most people, but he'd spent most of his life not able to feel uncomfortable like most people. He'd probably even enjoy it if his bouts of normalcy were consistent.

But they weren't, so instead of feeling relieved, Clark just felt sharply out of place. It was like he was stuck between being human-normal and...and, alien-normal, whatever that meant.

Sighing and getting to his feet, Clark automatically looked over at Leon's end of the room. It was too dark to see if his roommate was still here or gone. Moving quietly, Clark felt his way about the room, his hands briefly brushing on the flashlight he'd left on the desk. Picking it up, he then felt his way to the door, running along the wall and not wanting to turn on the light and wake up his roomie. Sleep was hard to come by in Landels, nightmares or not. He'd let Leon get some sleep.

Clark closed the door behind him, flicking the flashlight on. The light seemed even weaker than normal - probably had to do with the batteries - and he hoped it'd last through the night, if not long enough to get to Dr. Burrough's office. He'd had to break and enter more times than any teen should back in Smallville, but he'd told himself that it'd been for the right reasons; to get to the bottom of things, to learn the truth and protect people. Chloe did it herself from what he knew and if she knew what he did, she'd probably even approve. But this somehow felt different. He didn't think that his doctor was a criminal. If anyone was doing anything criminal, it'd probably be him.

Assuming he even could trace his way back to her office.

Keeping the flashlight angled toward the floor, Clark set off.

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With the way things were panning out, Peter was seeing less and less of a reason why they should even go along with Statesman. For such a "Hero," he wasn't doing a good job of leading. Besides, they were the ones who had decided to give them at least a small amount of their trust, and Peter didn't see him providing much in return other than a bit of an attitude and little-to-no respect for the help they were trying to offer.

Luckily, he was able to keep his distaste hidden thanks to his mask, but he wasn't so sure if he kept it out of his body language as he turned to Logan.

"What do you think? It sounds like you have some other stuff you wanted to work on tonight, so maybe we should head off on our own." The only reservation he had was the fact that Statesman would be left going solo in that case, but Peter hoped the man would be smart enough to pick someone else up.

This was getting slightly uncomfortable, not to mention wasting time. Logan could clearly read the thinly veiled dislike between the two costumed heroes. Whilst he accepted that people with differences could still work effectively together, he'd learned that such difficulties could sometimes hinder progress. He squared his jaw and looked at each of them in turn.

"We can' stan' 'roun' all nigh' tryin' ta figure this out." He looked Cole in the eye. "Ya may no' like tha way I do things, but it's kept me alive fer 'bout as long as yerself jus' fine." He was aware that sometimes it was better to not just go charging in, and things might have been different if they hadn't had that conversation about brainwashing prior to entering the Sun Room.

He looked back at Parker briefly, before returning his gaze to Statesman once more. "We c'n cover more groun' if we split up. But I'm only willin' ta do tha' if yer confiden' ya c'n handle yerself, by yerself." Whilst he knew that Peter would be happier with just the two of them, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if it turned out they'd walked away from Cole only to discover he'd been shredded later in the night.

Marcus couldn't help but be slightly insulted at the implication he wouldn't be just fine by himself. "What's good for the individual doesn't always work so well for the team," Statesman had learned that a slight change in his own tactics was required in such situations as well.

"Being a team is about more than just all fighting on the same side, but now isn't the time to talk about that," Of course, Statesman found himself doubting that he and the other two heroes here would be discussing this again.

"You don't need to worry about me, Logan. I may have had a couple teams in my time but I have plenty experience flying solo."

It was looking more and more like they were going to be splitting off this time, and Peter did his best to seem neutral on the topic as Statesman responded. That rid them of any guilt, then. If it turned out that the man was too cocky for his own good and got injured as a result, then he had no one to blame but himself.

Then again, despite the fact that Peter didn't really like the man, it did seem like he could take care of himself. That didn't mean that heading out on his own was a good idea, but it was his choice.

"I guess we'll see you around, then," Peter said, doing his best not to be mean about it. He didn't have that good of a reason for being downright nasty toward the other man, after all, and he didn't want to take out his general frustration at their situation on one person when he didn't entirely deserve it. "Good luck with whatever you end up doing."

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