Superman Returns Xenia -

She looked up. God, he was beautiful. That ridiculous jaw. Those sad, blue eyes.

She laughed. It was bright and sharp as a diamond saw. superman returns xenia

The first time Xenia Onatopp felt truly alive was between a strangle and a scream. The second time was in the wreckage of a crashed spaceship. She looked up

"Clark," she murmured, tasting the name. "Well, darling. Let's see if you're lying." Those sad, blue eyes

He didn't push her away. He didn't punch. He rose . Straight up, through the clouds, into the freezing stratosphere. Xenia clung tighter, laughing, gasping, the green fire in her veins starting to flicker. The air thinned. The cold bit through her stolen invincibility.

Xenia Onatopp read it three times. Then she laughed until her ribs hurt, until the nurse came running, until she realized—horrified, delighted, finally curious —that for the first time in her life, she didn't feel like killing anyone.

She’d been running from Bond—no, from the inevitable fireball of a secret base in Myanmar—when the sky tore open. A green-veined crystal mountain plummeted from the clouds, trailing smoke like a dying god. It hit the jungle two klicks east. The shockwave threw her through a billboard. She landed in mud, laughing.