SamSteve Skimmons Park

Steve and Sam walked along the sidewalk on an absolutely gorgeous day, Sam rolled his eyes and smiled as their four year old twins swung, laughing from Steve’s arms. It didn’t even phase him as he lifted them higher and higher each time, making Sam flinch a little and raise his hands in preparation to catch a flying child every time they shrieked from laughter. They continued on chatting lightly while the twins chased each other until they reached the little children’s park. There wasn’t that many people there today which Sam was thankful for. Riley and Peggy cheered and ran for the sandbox immediately where a woman and her child, who looked around their age, were making a sand castle. 

“Hey, you two stay close, okay?”

The twins turned around simultaneously and nodded happily before running to the sandbox and taking the opposite side. Steve leaned lightly on Sam’s shoulder, smiling proudly, watching the twins goofing off and having fun. He turned around and kissed Sam lightly on the lips before gesturing to the children. 

“I’m going over there with them, okay?”

Sam grinned and shook his head. 

“It’s perfectly safe, you know that right? They have benches for adults with no energy.”

Steve was still making his way over to the twins and turned around nodding. 

“I know.”

He said unconvincingly. Sam put his hands up. 

“Well, I’ll be right there.”

Sam made his way over to a shaded bench where a woman was sitting with a baby in her lap, dozing off happily. 

“Mind if I take this spot?”

He gestured to the seat next to her and she nodded, smiling and scooting over the baby’s bag. 

“Sure!”

“Thanks.”

“Yeah no problem. That one yours?”

She pointed to Riley who was now zooming around with a toy airplane. Sam chuckled. 

“Yup, and that one over there giving her father a heart attack too.”

He gestured to where Peggy was standing giggling on top of one of the jungle gyms giggling wildly as Steve hovered nervously below her, trying to get her to come down slowly. The woman next to him laughed. 

“Oh my, twins?”

 Sam laughed, agreeing with her tone and put his hands up in a ‘well what can you do?’ gesture. The lady held out a free hand with the baby resting in the other arm. 

“Skye Simmons”

He huffed in amazement and took her hand and shook it.

“Sam Wilson. Nice to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you, Mrs. Simmons.”

Skye laughed. 

“And I’ve heard a lot about you!”

“Really?”

Skye shifted with the baby to look at Sam better. 

“Yeah, well, you know, Coulson.”

He put his head back considering the logic.

“Ooh, yeah that makes sense.”

She nodded and they sat there for a few moments enjoying the quiet. She was rocking the baby in her arms lighting and he was watching Steve running around with the twins with a grin on his face and tapping lightly on his knee. 

“So is that your wife?”

He pointed to the woman who was still in the sandbox working on a rather intricate sandbox with the little girl next to her helping. 

“Yeah, Jemma and my daughter.”

Sam shook his head thinking back to everything he had ever read about Jemma Simmons as she had become quite the legend in the Shield and ex-Shield community. 

“So, what’s it like being married to Jemma Simmons?”

Skye looked over at him sideways with a mischievous grin on her face. 

“What’s it like being married to Captain America?”

“You first.”

Skye leaned back looking at the shaded sky as she talked with a humble smile, thinking back to the rest of her life obviously. 

“Oh, you know, selflessness, Jumping out of planes without parachutes, saving peoples lives, willing to sacrifice herself at a moments notice, being heroic, and science, the usual.”

Sam was laughing by the time she had finished and he was rummaging around the little bag he had packed for the day, pulling out two little containers of apple juice, shaking his head. 

“I hear that. Juice box?”

She chuckled.

“Yes please. And what about you?”

Sam shrugged his shoulders.

“Same. Except maybe with more art.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah.”

They leaned back on the bench contently, watching as Steve and Jemma started chatting with each other, laughing at some joke apparently. The twins had joined Jemma and Skye’s little one in building the, now quite large sand castle. Steve said something and Jemma laughed loudly making quick eye contact with Skye before looking back at where the kids were playing. Sam and Skye watched, shaking their heads simultaneously, rolling their eyes and sipping lightly on the children’s drinks. 

“Self-sacrificing bastards. What are we going to do with them?”

Skye laughed. 

“I. Hear. That.”

She held up her little juice box. 

“To being married to perfect, heroic, adrenaline junkie morons.”

Sam met her juice box with a tap, laughing lightly before they both took a loud sip out of the tiny straws. They settled down for a while until the little sandbox group made their way over to the benches. Riley ran and practically jumped in Sam’s lap, he stood up and swung him around giggling. Peggy and Chloe hadn’t left each others side and were now playing some kind of make believe game, off in their own little world. 

“Steve, I’d like you to meet, Skye Simmons.”

Steve shook her hand and gestured over to Jemma standing a few feet away, keeping an eye on the two little girls now running around a tree. 

“Jemma Simmons.”

Sam shook her hand smiling charmingly. 

“Oh, and this is our son, Riley.”

Sam lifted the little boy up and then nodded his head to where the girls were playing. 

“And that’s our daughter, Peggy.”

“Well, that’s Chloe and this young man-”

Jemma took the baby out of Skye’s arms and she stood up stretching and yawning lightly.

“This is our son, Leo.”

The two families ended up just spending the rest of the day together and by the time they all split up, Jemma and Steve had already swapped most of their favorite stories and Skye and Sam had silently agreed that it was going to take the both of them to handle their fearless spouses. 

Skimmons Sugar High

Jemma smiled absently as she read her novel in their darkened living room, curled up in a comfy chair and listening to the commotion going on in the rooms next to her while Skye attempted to put Chloe to sleep. The toddler was usually easy to put to bed but seeing as Skye had let her have a ton of sweets while they were out, Jemma kissed her daughter on the head and told Skye to have fun with the hyper four year old. She retreated with her book just as Chloe’s sugar high took over and Skye’s consequences began. As interesting as her novel was, Jemma found herself being more entertained by what was happening outside the room and listening to her poor wife (Not that it wasn’t her fault) struggling with the toddler .

“No, no, baby, we’re not playing with stuffed animals. We’re going to bed.”

(Giggling)

“Stop kicking the blankets off, sweetheart”

(Louder giggling) 

“No, Come back in here!”

She heard the loud quick footsteps running out into the hallway as Chloe ran from her mother and giggled all the way. Jemma heard Skye following her and picking her back up before heading back into the room, grunting as she wrestled with the wriggling four year old. Jemma felt bad for a moment but brushed it off, shaking her head and mumbling to herself with an eyebrow raised. 

“I told her not to give her candy so late.”

This went on for another hour as Skye struggled to get the child to sleep to no avail but finally after several stories and treks through the house, Jemma heard Skye telling one last story, her voice getting quieter and quieter as she came to the end. Everything went silent before Jemma just barely heard the door shut gently and she looked up just as Skye drug herself into the living room, flailing dramatically onto the doorframe making Jemma giggle. Skye let her self fall face first onto the couch, her arm laying lazily off the edge. Jemma wanted to say something but she figured that Skye had learned her lesson pretty efficiently and she went back to reading her book with a cocky smirk on her face. She barely even looked up when Skye’s head shot up, a grin lighting up her entire face. 

“You wanna dance?”

Jemma didn’t shut her book.

“Excuse me?”

Skye pulled herself up into a sitting position, looking at Jemma expectantly.

“I said, do you want to dance?”

The scientist laughed slightly, more of a huff of air then a laugh.

“I’m surprised you even have the energy to stand right now, much less dance.”

Skye wordlessly dug into her pocked, pulling out a large handful of candy and holding them out, wriggling her eyebrows and smiling. Jemma leaned forward, still not closing her book and inspected the individually wrapped sweets, She looked at Skye curiously.

“How do you think I had the energy to deal with a sugarfied Chloe?”

She unwrapped a piece and popped in her mouth, smiling like she had just discovered the secret to the universe. 

“You’re kidding me? You’ve been eating candy this whole time?”

Skye shrugged and replied confidently,

“Sometimes you have to fight a sugar high… With and even bigger sugar high!”

She fell back giggling on the couch.

“Oh my God, you are seriously hyper right now, aren’t you? After all that?”

Jemma was half laughing and half smiling while Skye continued to giggle on the couch, only looking up to respond. 

“Well there was a time when I didn’t see the end so I just ended up eating a piece of candy every time Chloe looked away and It was helping but not it’s really kicked in!”

Jemma shook her head disbelievingly

“That is so unhealthy, Skye.”

“Maybe but I feel like I could run a marathon right now.”

She looked at the time on her phone, smiling.

“As long as it doesn’t last more than thirty minutes because after that I’m pretty sure I’m going to have a sugar crash of epic proportions.” 

Jemma giggled and stood up, shaking her head and beginning to walk away, however, as she passed the couch Skye stopped her, holding on to one of her arms lovingly.

“Stay with me!”

She was now placing slopping kisses up and down Jemma’s arm as the scientist rolled her eyes. It wasn’t long before she had moved over the edge of the couch and was clinging giddily onto Jemma’s waist. 

“Stay with me and we’ll dance! We haven’t danced in forever!”

Jemma didn’t have time to respond before Skye pulled her over the side of the couch and on top of her, placing kisses on the side of her face as the other woman giggled. 

“Good lord, Skye!”

Skye began to drag her fingertips up and down Jemma’s sides making her squirm and giggle, until she put a warning finger up, blushing and smiling.

“No. No tickling.”

Skye gave in and laid back for a second, Jemma sprawled unevenly on her lap before she gave a mischievous grin and wiggled out from under the other woman and stood up, practically hopping on the balls of her feet. Jemma sat up, grinning and trying to smooth out her disheveled hair, looking up at the agent. Skye held out a hand. 

“A dance M’Lady?”

Jemma took the hand, still sitting down and looking up skeptically.

“There’s no music, sweetheart, and we don’t want to wake Chloe up.”

Skye pulled the other woman up, flourishing dramatically.

“Are you kidding me? Do you know how much candy I’ve had tonight? I can hear colors right now. Just follow my lead.”

Jemma rolled her eyes but let Skye spin her across the living room. They looked goofy as they attempted to reenact famous dances in complete silence, except for a giggle here and there. Eventually, however, Skye slowed down and they ended up dancing lazily from side to side with the Agent drooped contently over Jemma’s shoulder with her nose nuzzled into the scientist’s neck. Jemma traced little circles up and down Skye’s back and smiled, her eyes droopy but happy. 

“Mmm.. I Looovvee you, Jem Jem.”

Skye’s words were muffled by Jemma’s neck but The scientist understood anyway. She smiled and tapped Skye’s shoulder. 

“Let’s get to bed, Skye, I think you’ve crashed.”

A little graon escaped the other woman’s mouth and Jemma shook her head before leading her gently to their bedroom, Skye’s eyes were half shut and Jemma figured she wasn’t really awake at the moment even though she sat up as Jemma pulled her day clothes off and replaced them with a night shirt, smiling goofily. Jemma left her there and got ready for bed, by the time she made it back to the bed, Skye was already in bed asleep on her side. She shook her lead lovingly and climbed into the spot next to her, wrapping an arm around her and snuggling close to Skye’s neck. She closed her eyes, smiling and silently told herself not to take either of her girls back to the candy store.

SamSteve Fathers Day

Steve held his breathe as the gravity took hold of the plane and he began to fall. He thought about his entire life and what his future could have been, his family and his friends. He hoped that he would get to see his mother soon and hoped that he had been able to make her proud. The plane hit the ice cold water and he gasped as fear took over him as quickly as the rushing water. It was painfully cold and he tried to scream as lack of oxygen made his chest ache and his head fuzzy. There was a screaming noise, coming from somewhere and he looked around in a panic, he didn’t want anyone else to die on this plane. He yelled back through the icy liquid with no response but more screaming. He was about to die, alone and freezing. 

He was about to accept his fate all over again as the world rushed back and he gasped for air as he lunged forward, throwing off the blankets and sheets. He was shaky and breathing heavily as he looked around in a panic. The spot next to him was empty and he put a hand on the cold pillow where Sam should have been. It took him a few minutes to grasp reality. The screaming hadn’t stopped but it was a baby crying rather and he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, stumbling slightly. He walked absently through the dark Wilson-Rogers house, still reeling from the nightmare. He made his way to the room across from their room, the door was open and he could see the blue aquarium shining into the hallway. 

Steve stopped in the doorway, leaning on it sleepily and smiling as he saw Sam standing over the crib, rocking back and forth and cooing lightly. He was in pajama bottoms and one of Steve’s shirts that fell loose over his shoulders. He walked over making sure to make a couple of noises so that he knew he was there, Sam looked back absently as Steve wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist, he let his head fall on his husband’s back and he breathe in his scent. He stayed like that for a few moments before he let go and spoke. 

“They not sleeping tonight?”

Sam continued to rock the baby in his arms and he shook his head. 

“No, Riley woke up and started crying and by the time I got him settled down, he had woken Peggy up.”

 He looked up at Steve who was now staring at the sleeping baby in the crib and even in the dark and moving light he could see the sweat on his face and the pale look on his face. 

“Man, you look terrible, you alright?”

“Yeah.”

His voice was slightly strained and hoarse.

“Just a nightmare.”

Sam looked at him worriedly as he rocked the baby who continued to cry in-between their words. Steve cleared his throat.

“I can’t believe I slept through these two crying. I never do that.”

“Yeah well you were out cold when I got up. I figured you needed the sleep though.”

Sam adjusted the baby on his chest and then moved her gently to Steve who took her without a word. 

“Imma go get a new blanket, she puked on this one, poor thing is just upset tonight.”

Steve nodded but smiled as Peggy laid her head on his chest, giving a little hiccup. He kissed the top of her head, patting her back softly. He never got over how wonderful it felt to have one of his babies in his arms, it was a feeling that he just never got used to. Steve hummed lightly as he moved gently back and forth. Sam came back with another baby blanket, he unfolded it and smiled as he watched the scene in front of him. He gently covered the baby’s back with the blanket before giving her a light kiss on the head then moving upwards to place a kiss on Steve’s lips. Their words were in extremely light whispers as the baby began to trail off to sleep slowly. 

“I was with her for 20 minutes and you come in here and she’s out in five minutes. What the hell?”

Steve smiled and shrugged his shoulders lightly.

“She probably would have gone to sleep for you in a couple of minutes too.”

“Yeah right, lets face it, Steve, you’re just better at putting them to sleep than I am.”

He paused before putting a finger up, still whispering 

“But I’m better at the feeding part.”

“Hey I’m not that bad at getting them to eat.”

Sam chuckled knowingly.

“It took you like two hours yesterday to get Riley to eat.”

Steve turned his head indignantly. 

“Riley is a very picky eater, and he kept getting it my eye so I had to take little breaks so that I could see.”

Sam laughed quietly.

“Okay, I think she’s asleep, lets--”

A loud cry came from the crib and Sam bit his lip as Peggy screamed back and suddenly the quiet room was obnoxiously loud. 

“Aaand Riley’s awake now too.”

Sam laughed and let his head fall on Steve’s shoulders in defeat. Steve shushed the little girl in his arms as Sam reached in the crib and pulled the little boy out, resting him on his chest and beginning to rock once again. Steve laughed again at the ridiculousness of the night. 

“Yeah, this isn’t going to work out, here.”

Steve handed Peggy to Sam who looked at him curiously over the two crying babies. 

“What, where are you---?”

Steve put a reassuring hand up as he walked away.

“I’ll be right back, I promise.”

A few moments later and Steve had returned, carrying a mattress easily with one arm and a blanket and pillows with the other arm. Sam shook his head and smiled as Steve placed the mattress next to the wall and arranged the pillows comfortably. He was grinning proudly, waving Sam and the upset twins with one arm. Sam handed Peggy and Riley to Steve before plopping tiredly on the mattress and laying his head back on the soft back. He took the twins as Steve settled in next to him, his head laying on Sam’s shoulder as they each cradled a baby. Sam looked over at Steve, smiling mischievously.

“Why did we decide to have kids, again?”

Steve chuckled.

“Because we have a successful and loving marriage and we wanted to spread that love to children.”

“Oh yeah.”

The twins had finally started to settle down in their fathers’ arms and Sam kissed the top of Steve’s head, laying on his shoulder. 

“Hey Sam?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I found what makes me happy.”

Sam smiled and closed his eyes, resting comfortably next to Steve and before long the whole family was peacefully asleep.

    

Griffin/Loki Avengers/Jumper Back From Mission

“Hold still!”

The jumper squirmed on the makeshift sick table as Loki dabbed the gash on his head lightly with a wet rag. The cave was much cleaner than before, thanks to the nagging God, all except for one certain corner which was reserved especially for Griffin’s antics. They had just returned from one of their do no good ‘missions’.

“Get offa me!”

Griffin shrugged the God off and jumped to the other side of the cave, ignoring the blood still seeping from his wound. Loki rolled his eyes, turning to look at the Jumper who was now scanning the piles of food they had stacked near the wall closely. 

“I hope you understand, that, I do apologize.”

Loki walked over towards the other man, staring at him confused. He flinched but didn’t move as the God reached him and continued to treat his gash, dabbing it lightly with a cool rag. Griffin let his head fall for Loki and he casually opened a bag of Cheetos, munching on them as the God treated his head. 

“You should not have to suffer for my… personal plots.”

Griffin cackled at the statement and Loki looked at him curiously, still dabbing away the blood from his forehead. 

“What?”

Griffin stood up straight and attempted to look the God in the eye, a feat that he should have known would be futile given how short he was compared to the towering Asgardian. He smiled. 

“Liar.”

He pronounced every letter in the word, letting his tongue violently hit the top of his teeth, adding to the insane effect that Loki had grown accustomed to over the last few months. He handed the God a cheeto and jumped behind him, suddenly passionate over the situation at hand. Loki looked disdainfully at the cheeto in his hand and set the corn chip down lightly on the table and brushing off his fingertips. Turning slowly around and looking at the defensive jumper with a raised eyebrow. 

“In what way have I lied to you? You often imagine these trespasses, I‘m afraid, Griffin”

The jumper laughed and rolled his neck. 

“You don’t care if I suffer.”

“Go on..”

Loki was pacing slowly, watching the Midgardian closely while Griffin stayed still looking on the verge of violence. 

“You don’t care if I suffer while you skip around the worlds causing murder and mayhem because you had a shitty relationship with daddy-poo. You don’t care if your quest to conquer the universe leaves me in shithouse.”

Loki had become more defensive with every word out of the jumper’s mouth. 

“And please enlighten m as to why this is?”

Griffin jumped, landing obnoxiously close to Loki’s face, the God didn’t even flinch as the jumper stared at him intensely, half of his mouth cracking into a sad smile. 

“Cause, you’re a villain, Yeah?”

He jumped, this time landing at his messy little desk in the corner, he violently pulled out a piece of paper before beginning to scribble on it, ignoring the God as he spoke. 

“A good ‘ole fashioned, story book villain, you are. And…”

His voice became lighter and sadder as he continued, still looking down at his sketch. 

“And by the end of all this you will have lied to me, betrayed me, and perhaps even killed me. Cause that’s just you.”

He never looked up from his drawing, Loki had flinched at those words and he seemed humbled by them as he walked to the desk and began messing absentmindedly with the contents covering it. 

“Then, tell me, why is it that you haven’t simply left, if you are so convicted by these beliefs?”

Griffin lunged upwards with out warning, papers flying everywhere, 

“I’m not leaving!”

Loki’s eyes widened and the jumper seemed to become aware of his outburst before he cleared his thraot and sat back down, glancing at the piles of paper around him and pulling some out, trying not to glance at the stunned man above him. 

“Cause, well, I haven’t got anything better to do..”

Loki looked down at him skeptically

“You’re bored?”

Griffin exaggeratedly nodded his head and stood up, facing the God only for a moment before walking past him.

“Yeah, that’s it. I’m bored. You got a problem with that?”

There was no answer from the God. He never turned and instead watched the jumper as he glanced backwards. Griffin pulled some goggles from the wall and snapped them on loudly. 

“I’m going to the Pacific for a swim, you coming?”

Loki shook his head, apparently deep in thought.

“Suit yourself.”

And he was gone leaving only some sand swirling lazily in his wake. Loki stood up and made his way to his bed, opposite to the jumpers before plopping on the soft surface. He stayed there, completely still, looking at the ceiling until, a few hours later and he heard a crack and the splashing of water on the ground. He rolled his eyes; the human apparently had no idea how to use a towel. He remained silent as Griffin changed and then fell onto his couch with a ‘Thunk!’ and it wasn’t very long after that that Loki cringed at the silence shattering snore that he had been dealing with for months now. He stood up finally and walked over to the couch, looking down at the jumper and shaking his head. Griffin’s clothes were wet and sticking to his body as was his hair. The gash on his head had begun to lightly bleed again. The cool desert air had begun to seep into the cave and Loki rolled his eyes as the volatile and unstable jumper shivered, curling up tighter in a defensive fetal position. Loki left before returning to the couch and laying an old and worn wool blanket over the jumper’s shivering form. He also placed some gauze and a bandage over the head wound, lightly putting pressure around the edges to make sure the didn’t fall off when the Jumper flopped crazily in his sleep. He turned around to leave before a sleepy voice stopped him just a few feet from the couch. 

“You’re still a villain.”

Loki chuckled and then walked away with a confident smirk. 

Griffin/Loki Avengers/ Jumper crossover "Meeting"

Griffin jumped around his little Egyptian cave wildly with no specific purpose. He would jump from taking a drink to sketching wildly with a crazed look in his eyes. He had gotten used to spending his evenings like this, keeping himself busy the best he could. He was working on a particularly angry sketch when a clap of thunder violently stuck near his little cave. He yelped and jumped to a higher landing looking out towards the desert, some sand was disturbed but other than that everything seemed regular. 

“Boo!”

The silky smooth voice sounded directly behind his ear, he yelled and teleported to a spot just behind where he was before. His eyes widened and he looked up in awe at the man standing in front of him, green robes, horned helmet, and what looked like a scepter. The entire look was completed by the sly and amused smile on his thin face. However, Griffin’s surprise left quickly and was replaced with anger. 

“Oy! The fuck are you doing here?”

Loki smirked and shook his head lightly

“Didn’t even ask for my name, typical Midgardian.”

Griffin jumped directly in front of the God. 

“Oh, I know who you are, everyone knows who you are, alien!”

Loki raised an eyebrow 

“Please do enlighten me.”

Griffin cocked his head like a curious cat. 

“You’re Thor’s brother, the one who got his arse kicked by the Avengers.”

Loki rolled his eyes, obviously sick of the phrase ‘Thor’s brother’ but continued anyway, looking amusedly at the twitching jumper. 

“Very well, I admire that you do not actively participate in pleasantries and I won’t lead you on.”

He turned around, his robed swirling in the hot Egyptian wind, he started taking long strides towards the hidden cave in the dune. Griffin looked around angrily as the God left him behind, he jumped in front of Loki, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Hey, hey! What is it yah think you’re doing?!”

Loki chuckled, smiling down at the jumper 

“I’m inviting myself into your little dwelling and saving you the trouble of asking me yourself, obviously.”

Griffin seemed to be getting flustered, the God continued walking with Griffin backing up precariously.

“Well, I don’t want you in my hideout!”

Loki ignored him and when Griffin attempted to physically pull him away he simple sent the Midgardian flying through the air onto a soft dune of sand and walked effortlessly into the dark underground area. He looked around distastefully as the jumper got to his feet and jumped into the cave as well, crossing his arms and glaring at the God angrily. Loki walked around, taking in every detail occasionally picking up a sketch or moving a piece of trash. Griffin ran towards him and ripped the pages out of his hands, holding them defensively.

“Stop touching my thing! Jesus! What are you, the fucking inspector!?”

Loki, who didn’t seem to be bothered by Griffin’s little outburst smiled and continued to wonder around, continuing to pick things up and examine them slyly. He moved a piece of paper, reading the sloppy print on the corner and smiled, looking back at the jumper who had been following him around grabbing his stuff and holding it, glaring at the intruder. 

“So, Griffin, is it?”

Griffin ripped it from his hands and tore it up, throwing it on the ground.

“I’ll take that as a yes”

Loki took one last look around at the chaos surrounding him before smiling at the confused jumper behind him.

“So Griffin, you live alone, Orphan I’m guessing?”

He took the scowl from the jumper as confirmation.

“You have a purpose and yet you don’t, you’re unstable? Bordering on psychotic? Prone to outbursts?”

Loki laughed and nodded his head

“Oh yes, you’re just my type.”

Griffin continued to glare, looking like a cornered cat.

“What the fuck do you want?”

Loki strode around the cave, hands behind his back. 

“Put quite simply, I need a place to stay.”

“And why would I let you stay here?”

“Because why not!”

Loki raised his arms wildly, looking less and less composed and more excited. 

“You have nothing, you pale Midgardian!”

He took a breathe and continued with a much lighter and sweeter voice. 

“You don’t need anything of monetary value but consider the fact that I will take this hidden place with your blessings or not. However, seeing that we are both in need of companionship at the moment and are the scourge civility, perhaps an agreement could be taken. I can give you companionship and purpose, what do you say? Take a chance, something needs to change in your life soon before you crumble under the weight of your own lonely and chaotic lifestyle. Am I wrong?”

Griffin’s face had not lightened but he was listening to the God’s proposal closely, considering his logic. He nodded reluctantly. 

“Yeah, fine but I’m not pale, I live in the fucking desert!”

Ragastan High School AU (Simon's Ship)

Athelstan stumbled into the locker room, half angry and half disoriented. He was dragging a leg and he kept a hand on the top of his head as he angrily opened his locker only to cringe as it collided with a knee, no doubt leaving yet another bruise. He groaned as he tilted his head, looking distastefully at the round bald spot on the top of his head. He grumbled, cursing the football team and more importantly, the fact that he was on the football team.

He slammed the locker shut and leaned on the cold metal, closing his eyes and trying to take deep breathes, mumbling lightly.

“Another horrible day in the Viking’s high school.”

He had no idea what he was going to do about the obvious bald spot within his usually thick and poufy hair but right now he just wanted to go home and sleep for eternity.

“HEY!”

The loud and forceful voice from out of nowhere interrupted Athelstan’s inner monologue and he jumped backwards, successfully slamming his head and shoulder into the hard metal. He was still on high alert for a new beating from the rest of the team. 

“Oh, Hey sorry, didn’t mean to freak you out, little guy.”

He jerked his head, still clutching onto his gym bag and leaning on the locker. Ragnar walked up, smiling broadly. The mohawked captain had always treated Athelstan better than the rest but that didn’t mean that he completely trusted the athletic, blue eyed football player who always seemed to be around. However, Ragnar had saved him from several bloody noses and broken bones. Athelstan sighed and rolled his eyes, just calming down from his scare. 

“I’m not little. You all are just unnaturally big.” 

Ragnar chucked, still smiling deviously.

“Yeah whatever you say, anyway I--”

He paused, just now really looking at Athelstan. He put a hand over his mouth and laughed, stumbling back slightly.

“Oh Man they really got you!”

Athelstan stood still, looking absolutely done with life as the large football player inspected the bald spot on his head.

“Who did that, man?”

He responded in a flat voice 

“Your brother and the rest of his barbarians.”

Ragnar cringed slightly.

“Sorry about that, man, I’ve told him to leave you alone but he doesn’t listen.”

Athelstan pulled out his phone, pretending to be texting someone,

“Apparently..”

“Yeah, I am sorry.”

Ragnar opened his own locker, messing absentmindedly with something inside before looking hesitantly over at the pranked player.

“But you know..”

Athelstan looked up curiously.

“You would look really good in one of those brown toga things.”

Athelstan rolled his eyes and let his head fall back on the locker as Ragnar laughed at his stupid joke until he put his hands up apologetically

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But. There’s just so many monk jokes, I couldn’t help it!

Athelstan seemed completely un-amused by Ragnar’s antics and that seemed to really annoy the captain as he wiped his eyes and began to rummage in his gym bag carefully. 

“But seriously, man.”

He walked forward toward the pranked player, He knew he wasn’t going to do anything but his presence was still intimidating and Athelstan’s eyes went wide.

“I feel bad.”

Ragnar raised his arms slightly, his hand balled up in a fist and Athelstan cringed defensively, his back blocked harshly by the lockers. Ragnar looked at him skeptically and opened his hand revealing the grey beanie 

“Calm down, I wasn’t going to do anything, spaz”

Athelstan reluctantly stood up straight and let Ragnar pull the hat over his head, flattening the rest of his hair and keeping it straight. Ragnar rubbed the textured material and took a couple of steps back, beaming proudly at his little act of kindness.

“There, now at least you won’t get pummeled in the hallway.”

Athelstan pulled lightly on the fabric, suddenly looking guilty and shy standing in front of Ragnar.

“Um, Thanks..”

He looked down.

“And I’m sorry.. For.. You know.”

“Yeah, no problem… I--”

Neither of them looked at each other and instead had both developed a sudden interest in the details in the concrete floor as silence fell over the room. There was a slamming door just outside and the sound of confident footsteps on the hard floors and a moment later Lagertha, The only female football player on the team, was standing in the entrance looking as scary as ever.

“Hey, I-- Whoa..”

She looked around with a half grin, sensing immediately the tension in the room as the two players stood stiffly only a few steps from each other. 

“Sorry, Am I interrupting something?”

They both shook their heads a little quicker than was necessary and Ragnar cleared his throat,

“No, I was just about to head over to the field.”

She nodded her head slowly

“Riiiight.”

She took a few steps backwards out of the room, now grinning.

“Anyway, Ragnar, practice at seven.”

She winked at the captain and tuned away, stating happily as she exited the building 

“I’ll leave you two alone.”

Ragnar chuckled awkwardly, placing his hands in his pockets. Athelstan patted his covered head and did the same. 

“Your girlfriend.. Is uh.. Funny.”

Ragnar looked up quickly, his blue eyes unusually bright.

“Oh she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Oh.. I just thought..”

“No, man, she’s got her own girlfriend.”

Athelstan took a relieved breathe, smiling for the first time that day.

“So that’s how it is?”

Ragnar nodded, grinning once again.

“That’s how it is, we’re just pals.”

They went silent for a few moments before Athelstan’s stone face cracked and he began to laugh loudly. Ragnar had never heard him laugh like that before and he looked at the shorter guy, intrigued. However, Athelstan continued laughing without explanation and Ragnar began to laugh just because he was laughing. 

“What?!”

Athelstan coughed a few times and looked up at the curious Viking captain. 

“It’s just..”

He laughed a little bit more and Ragnar had come closer, curiously inspecting his counterpart and waiting for an answer.

“Well?”

It’s just… Honestly, she was the most terrifying thing about this--”

He motioned to the two of them

“Whole thing and now-- Well.”

“What are you getting at?”

Ragnar’s voice had softened and he was looking legitimately hopeful.

“This”

Athelstan took a quick step and placed a hand on the side of Ragnar’s face before landing a soft kiss on the taller man’s lips. Ragnar closed his eyes and smiled as Athelstan backed away quickly, realizing only now the possible stupidity of his actions.

“You mean, you’ve waited this long because you were afraid of Lagertha?”

Athelstan nodded breathlessly. Ragnar shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Wow..”

He shut up and backed Athelstan to the metal before kissing him much harder than he had him before, grinning wickedly.  Athelstan pulled away after a minute, his eyes bright.

“I’m really glad you two aren’t dating.”

Ragnar nodded before he went back to kissing the shorter man.

“Yeah me to.”

  

Skimmons First Date

Skye and Jemma walked a few feet apart from each other on the dark, cold road in the middle of nowhere. An hour before they had been headed out for their very first date, Skye had a particular place in mind that she had found and wanted to take Jemma. Coulson had smiled and told the girls not to worry about work for the night and so their communicators were back on the bus, all they had were their phones which had absolutely no service. One broken GPS and a busted transmission later and here they were, stranded in the middle of a night in the middle of nowhere. 

Skye had her head hung as they walked unenthusiastically on the edge of the road, lazily dodging the puddles in the path, Jemma kept looking over reassuringly. However, her efforts were lost on the highly disappointed woman. 

“It’s not your fault, Skye.”

Skye nodded, still not looking at the scientist. They walked in silence for a while before Jemma just stopped in the road, her hands in little fists at her side. Skye stopped and looked up for the first time, curiously.

“What’s wrong?”

The scientist crossed her arms and stood stubbornly 

“No, I’m not going to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Waste this perfectly fine night! Yes we’re lost. Yes it’s dark and cut off. But--”

She broke off thinking over her words carefully 

“But I’ve been waiting for this to happen for a long time and I’m not letting it slip away from me. This date is something I’ve been dreaming of since I met you and I refuse to let some stupid broken machines ruin it.”

She balled up her hands and put them back at her side, still in speech stance. 

“So, either just leave me here and come get me In the morning or get over here and hold my hand.”

She seemed surprised that those words came out of her mouth but she stood her ground anyway. Skye, who had been listening in awe to the scientist, smiled and made a salute. 

“Yes, Ma’am”

She walked over to Jemma and took one of her now loose fists in her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Jemma nodded confidently. 

“That’s better.”

The scene was much sweeter as they walked in the dark with only a half moon lighting road, holding hands and talking idly. Skye’s bad attitude was lost as Jemma started skipping, pulling her hand and giggling like she had never seen before. It wasn’t until Skye’s face dropped and she stopped with wide eyes that the scientist ceased her skipping. 

“Skye, what is it?”

The agent motioned silently at the ground in front of them where a long snake was resting on the gravel. Jemma laughed at the terrified face of her girlfriend in the presence of a reptile 8 feet away. The scientist pulled Skye’s hand sideways, leading them around the snake. Despite the fact that they were being extra quiet walking around it, the animal still twitched violently at the sound of their shoes on the gravel. Skye screamed and started running forward up the road with Jemma screaming in tow behind her. They were at least a hundred feet away before Skye stopped, they were both breathing heavily and leaning on their knees. Jemma was giggling and Skye was looking at her in awe. 

“I didn’t think you were afraid of snakes.”

Skye said breathlessly, the scientist laughed putting a hand on the agent’s shoulder.

“I’m not”

“Then why were you screaming?”

Their voices were becoming increasingly louder and Jemma’s laugh increased in volume

“Because you were screaming!”

Skye pulled an arm around the scientist, still giggling. 

“I’m keeping you close just in case we run into anymore of those things.”

“Snakes?”

“Yeah whatever?”

Skye winked at the grinning scientist and they continued walking, arms hanging playfully around each other’s shoulders. 

“You know what, Jem?”

“What?”

Skye laid her head on Jemma’s shoulder lovingly. 

“I’ve been dreaming of this date since I met you too.”

The scientist smiled and paused, debating on how to respond, however their moment was interrupted by the bright lights coming towards them, suddenly over the hill behind them. They covered their eyes and Skye let go of Jemma’s hand excitedly. 

“Maybe we can hitch a ride!”

The vehicle coming at them looked like some kind of farm truck and despite the agent waving her arms near the middle of the road, the truck didn’t alter it’s break neck speed. Skye continued trying to get the driver’s attention but as it came closer she was forced to move away. It passed them, slamming violently into a puddle and creating a wave of muddy water to hit the women as it passed. Skye held out her soaked arms and Jemma left her mouth open in shock, they didn’t move as the truck drove out of sight. Skye slowly turned around to face the soaked scientist, she lightly shook her arms expelling some of the mixture from her blouse. And in a voice of defeat, said with a frank smile.

“Well, we didn’t get hit by the truck so I’m counting this as a victory for tonight.”

Jemma’s expression hadn’t moved but as the two muddy women looked at each other their mouths slowly began to crack into smiles. And a few moments later they both lost it completely in laughter until they were practically on their knees with the giggles. The ridiculous truth of the situation had finally hit them and it was either laugh or cry.  A while later Skye gave one final huff and wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes as she stood crookedly up and stumbled forward. 

“Where are you going?”

Skye laughed and spun around, looking down at the red faced scientist.

“Imma go over this hill and cry ‘cause that is literally all that’s left to do now.”

She walked away and Jemma stumbled up and followed her jovially as she attempted to pull some mud out of her tangled hair. The scientist ran over and put her arms around the agent’s waste, giggling.

“Don’t cry. This night may be absolutely insane but I’m happy that we’re together.”

She turned the agent around, looking brightly into Skye’s mud covered face. 

“It makes everything a thousand times better and there’s no one I’d rather get stranded in the middle of nowhere to deal with snakes and rude truck drivers with more than you. I know that sounds silly, but--”

Skye smiled and let her forehead fall on Jemma’s forehead.

“It’s not silly. I would have been seriously disappointed with this as a first date with anybody but you. Somehow you make even the terrible situations better.” 

Jemma leaned forward slightly as if she were about to kiss the eager agent before her eyes strayed and she moved her head away, looking behind Skye with wide eyes. 

“Oh, Skye look!”

She turned around and took a steady breath as she saw the sun beginning to peek over the horizon with brilliant colors. From where they were they had almost a perfect view of the sunrise in front of them. It was almost as if the sun was coming up just for them. Jemma took a hold of Skye’s arm and they sat down, calmly, staring up at the gorgeous sight before their eyes. As the sun got higher and higher, Jemma ended up in front of Skye, leaning backwards on the agent’s chest with her arms around the scientist’s waste. Both of them speechless for the longest time and when they finally did speak, their voices were soft like whispers.

“I guess this night wasn’t a total disaster.”

“I’d say not. An isolated adventure that ends in a gorgeous sunrise? This is certainly one of the best first dates I’ve ever been on. Thanks to you.”

Skye kissed Jemma’s head 

“No, thanks to you”

Jemma giggled lightly. 

“It was certainly worth the wait. Can we make a second date?”

Skye raised an eyebrow. 

“Yeah definitely, but next time we’re staying in.”

“Yeah.”

Jemma swatted a mosquito off her arm

“Definitely.”

SamSteve Proposal!

Steve stood nervously in he and Sam’s kitchen, balancing himself between looking anxiously at the door and properly watching the roast beef he had in the oven. Sam wasn’t due back for another twenty minutes but Steve was jittery and uncomfortable as he practically paced their apartment. Eventually though the food was ready and he prepared the meal and set everything on two pieces of decorated china, he had a table set up in an old fashioned but elegant design with candles and everything. Lastly he placed his I-pod on the shelf, having it play the Trouble Man Soundtrack on repeat. He took a deep breath and looked around at everything, it looked nice, elegant and cozy, however the quality of the setting didn’t seem to ease any of his anxiety. 

As if on queue, the front door opened and Steve heard Sam come in and close the door. 

“Steve?”

Steve closed his eyes and smoothed out his hair before putting his hand in his pocket.

“In here!”

He could hear the footsteps coming closer and he couldn’t help but smile,

“Hey, Steve happy anniversary, I know I said that this morning but I--- Holy.. Crap.”

Sam’s eyes widened as he stepped into the dim lighting, he put a hand over his mouth looking around at his surroundings, it was like a romantic blast from the past, complete with old fashioned candles and the old fashioned man in the corner. Steve opened his arms welcoming. 

“Happy anniversary?”

He said slyly, Sam chuckled and dropped the duffle bag he was carrying in the corner, still in slight shock.

“Uh, yeah”

He walked over and put his arms around the taller man’s neck, he kissed him smiling, 

“Jesus, you’re so romantic.”

Steve chuckled as the swayed back and forth next to the candle lit table,

“Well, I try.”

“Uh-huh Tried? You should be ashamed of yourself, you didn’t transport us to the moon.”

Steve laughed and gestured to the table where Sam sat down on the opposite side, 

“Yeah well, I couldn’t get us booked on the rocket.”

Sam rolled his eyes as he looked over the huge plate of beautifully prepared  food in front of him, he looked up and smiled. 

“This is a great anniversary present, Steve.”

Steve looked up with bright eyes as if he really did need reassuring that his efforts were not in vain. Sam took a quick bite of the food in front of him and groaned at the incredible taste, Steve had already taken a few bites already and Sam wiped his mouth with the monogrammed napkin on his lap and then reached over, taking Steve’s hand and squeezing it, sweetly. 

“I will be right back,’

His fingers emphasizing the word ’right” and then he quickly got up and went to the corner before unzipping his duffle bag and pulling a little box out. He walked back. 

“Now it’s my turn to give you your anniversary gift. Nearly forgot when I walked in and got transported to 1942, But here you go.”

He handed the small box to Steve who looked at it curiously, Sam sat back down and took a few unsteady bites as Steve opened the little wood box. 

“I really hope you like it.”

The Falcon was beginning to look a little nervous. Steve opened the box and pulled out the content into one hand. It was an old fashioned looking wrist watch, however, despite it’s old look, it was equipped with some pretty strong technology. Steve rubbed his thumb over the glass on top looking at the details in the make. Sam rocked forward slightly in his chair, trying to decipher Steve’s expression. 

“I thought you needed a new one.”

Steve laughed lightly still staring at the watch. 

“Flip it over.”

Steve obeyed and turned the watch over before putting a hand over his mouth, covering up the touched smile on his face. The word’s “On your Right.” were inscribed in the metal in elegant letters, ending with “Sam Wilson” at the bottom. Steve put it on his wrist gently and looked up at Sam’s anxious face shyly. 

“I-- Thank you, Sam, This means a lot to me, I can’t even--”

He shook his head still looking at the watch, Sam smiled relieved and sat back satisfied with himself.

“It’s made of pretty tough stuff too, so it should be able to survive the crap I know you’re going to put it through. I made sure of that, Couldn’t have it breaking on your first mission.”

Steve laughed and they reached over the little table, holding hands for the rest of the meal and idly talking. When they were done, Steve cleared the plates, Sam attempted to help but he assured him he didn’t need any help, he left for the kitchen and came back with two more smaller plates. Sam punched the air happily as Steve set down a plate with a big piece of his homemade apple pie.”

“Yes! That is exactly what I was hoping you were coming back with!”

He took a big bite, closing his eyes as if he had just entered heaven, he talked with his mouth still slightly full of apple pie.

“You know, when I tell people that Captain America makes the greatest apple pie in the history of ever they never believe me, they think I’m just messing with them because it’s so ridiculously clichéd.”

He shrugged his shoulders still taking bites of the pie. 

“Not like I care, more pie for me.”

Steve smiled as Sam continued to babble on about his pie, but the closer they came to finishing the plates the more anxious the super soldier got. The pie didn’t make it long and Sam insisted on taking the plates up, Steve leaned on the table, taking a deep breathe. Sam walked up behind him, sitting at the table and put an arm around him from behind, kissing him on the cheek and grinning wickedly.

“Why don’t we move this to the bedroom?”

Steve nodded and stood up, Sam was already making his way to the next room when Steve stopped where he was next to the table.

“Before we do that.. I need to ask you a question, an important one.”

Sam, still jovial from the evening spun on his heel and turned towards Steve smiling although curious. 

“Yeah, What’s up?”

Steve took a deep breath, standing rigidly in the middle of the room.

“I know I always have some sort of speech to go with things but I’m not going to do that this time because you know how much I love you and care about you. More than anything. So, to put it simply--”

Steve got down on one knee and held up a little blue stain box, his face was red and his eyes were more scared than anything. He opened the box to reveal his old dog tags from WW2, polished and displayed elegantly.       

“Samuel Thomas Wilson, Will you marry me?”

Sam’s mouth dropped and he bent over, putting his hands on his face.

“Wow, this night is just full of surprises.”

Steve was still looking up at the Falcon in anticipation, waiting for an answer.

“Well, I’m not going to say no!”

He gestured excitedly with his hands 

“For godssake, you’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

His voice broke. Steve still hadn’t moved from his kneeled position. 

“Yes. Yes! Steve, I’ll marry you!”

He dropped down to Steve’s level wrapping his arms around him, The super soldier exhaled quickly still shaking slightly, he hadn’t taken a breathe since he knelt down. He practically fell into Sam’s arms, wide eyed and short of breath from the nerves and oxygen deprivation he had put himself through. Sam laughed letting the taller man bury his face in his neck, holding his back tightly. 

“You had this planned out the entire night, didn’t you?”

Steve nodded silently on Sam’s shoulder.  

   “Tony suggested I jump out of a giant cake naked but I decided to do something more down to earth.”

Sam laughed loudly pulling Steve to his feet and slipping the dog tags around his neck proudly. 

“Well, I’m glad you decided on the dinner but I would’ve said yes either way.”

Steve leaned on Sam lovingly as they stumbled their way to the next room.

“That’s comforting.”

Sam spun Steve around backing him against the wall, smiling and looking at him directly in the eyes. 

“Steve Rogers?”

“Yeah?”

He kissed him roughly

“I love you.”