MCU- Superman

Clark had been visiting Gwen's house more frequently.

At first, it had been about studying. Or at least, that was the excuse they told themselves. But over time, those study sessions became longer, filled with laughter, teasing, and moments that felt… different.

Clark wasn't blind. He could see the shift in Gwen.

The way she smiled more easily around him. The way she leaned in just a little closer when they spoke. The way she held eye contact just a bit longer than necessary.

It was slow. Subtle.

But it was happening.

And someone else had noticed.

George Stacy.

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The police captain had been keeping a close eye on his daughter's new "study partner."

At first, he had brushed it off. Gwen was a smart girl. Responsible.

But as the weeks passed, Clark's visits became a routine. And routines, in George's experience, led to attachments.

That was a problem.

He wasn't just a father. He was a cop. And cops had instincts.

Something about Clark Kent rubbed him the wrong way.

Maybe it was the confidence that seemed too natural for a teenage boy. Maybe it was the way he never seemed to be caught off guard.

Or maybe… it was the way Gwen looked at him.

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One evening, as Clark stepped onto the Stacy porch, the front door opened before he could knock.

George stood there, arms crossed.

"Clark," he greeted, voice even.

Clark gave a polite nod. "Captain Stacy."

There was a pause.

Then, George stepped outside, closing the door behind him.

Clark arched an eyebrow. Ah. So, it was that kind of talk.

George cut straight to the point. "You've been spending a lot of time with my daughter."

Clark kept his expression relaxed. "We study together."

George's eyes narrowed slightly. "That all?"

Clark met his gaze, unreadable. "For now."

George exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening. "Listen, son. I don't know what your intentions are, but Gwen has a future ahead of her. College. Career. She doesn't need distractions."

Clark smirked. "You think I'm a distraction?"

George didn't answer immediately. He studied Clark for a long moment before finally saying, "I think you're trouble. The kind that doesn't show its face until it's too late."

Clark almost laughed. The irony of that statement…

But instead, he just smiled. "You don't trust me."

George didn't blink. "No. I don't."

Clark tilted his head slightly. "Then it's a good thing Gwen's old enough to make her own choices."

George stiffened. Just as he was about to reply—

"Dad."

Both men turned to see Gwen standing in the doorway, arms crossed.

Her eyes flickered between them before landing on her father. "Really?" she said, unimpressed. "This is what we're doing now?"

George sighed. "Gwen—"

"No." She stepped outside, standing beside Clark. "You don't get to control who I spend time with."

George's jaw tightened. "I'm just looking out for you."

Gwen softened—just a little. "I know, Dad. But I can take care of myself."

George hesitated, then looked at Clark one last time.

Clark just smiled—calm, unbothered.

After a tense moment, George exhaled. "…Fine."

As George Stacy turned and walked back inside, shutting the door behind him, Gwen let out a quiet breath.

She turned to Clark with a small smile. "You handled that better than I expected."

Clark smirked. "Your dad's a cop. Throwing a punch wouldn't exactly win me any points."

Gwen rolled her eyes but chuckled. "He'll come around… eventually."

Clark let out a short laugh. "Or he won't."

She nudged his arm playfully. "Either way, that's not your problem."

Clark met her gaze, his smirk fading slightly.

"No. I guess it's not."

But she was.

She just didn't realize it yet.

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