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Challenge: Ohne Worte: Dunkler Raum (fürs Team)
Fandom: MCU
Charaktere: Scott Lang, Sam Wilson
Wörter: ~700
A/N: Nach Ant-Man and the Wasp wollte ich dringend schreiben, wie Scott und Sam über ihren Cap-Crush bonden. Diese Fic… ist nicht das. Dafür direkt nach Civil War, lange vor Avengers 3 und co.
After all of Wakanda‘s wonders, the holographic forest and the levitating beads, Scott can’t help but be a little bit disappointed by the jet’s cockpit and it’s boringly rectangular screens and their awfully familiar blue glow. It’s so adorably Early 2000s, there’s even a screen with trailing green Matrix letters. Luis would love this shit.
„Scott?“
He spins around, fingers trailing for the shrinking button on the suit he’s not wearing because he isn’t a superhero anymore, never really was, coming to think of it, and then he recognizes the amused smirk in the blue screen lights.
„Sam. Heeey.“
„What are you doing?“ He’s using what Scott has come to think of as his counselor’s voice. He would make fun of it, if it hadn’t been the only thing keeping him sane on the Raft.
„I’m not--“ The thing about the counselor’s voice is that it’s exceedingly difficult to lie to it. Or to Sam, in general, or maybe that’s just Scott. „I’m a shit liar, you know?“
„I noticed.“
„Yeah, thought you might’ve...“
For a while, they’re just standing there in the dark, between the computer screens, Sam patiently waiting and Scott fiddling with a uniform button that’s not there. He’s had encounters that have been more awkward, he’s not doing anything wrong, well, aside from wanting to steal a Wakandan jet, but he’s not delusional enough to think he would actually be able to get away with it and it's not really his fault, anyway--
„Well, what did you expect, I’m an ex-con!“
„Scott.“ The smirk is morphing into a soft smile, and with it, Scott’s carefully built up defiance morphs into defeat.
„I can’t stay here, Sam, I have a daughter, and I’ve let her down once and I refuse to do that again, I’m sorry.“
Sam shakes his head. „No, Scott, I’m sorry.“
And that’s just wrong. „Why the hell would you be sorry?!“
„Because I dragged you into this.” Before Scott can start his protest, Sam has already lifted his hands to stop him. “And don’t give me the ‚I’m an adult‘ crap, I know what it’s like when Captain America needs your help. You don’t say no to that. - I knew that, and yet I asked.“
„Well.“ Scott doesn’t know what to say to that or how to interpret Sam’s hoarse tone of voice. „Well. If you’re going to ask me to stay because Cap needs me, I won’t. - if it's Scarlet Witch on the other hand--“
That draws a laugh from Sam. „Nah, I think Cassie needs you more. And that talkative boyfriend of yours, too, probably.“
Hearing Cassie’s name like that, standing between surprisingly boring screens in a jet that’s years ahead of any technology Scott can dream of, and from the mouth of an actual honest-to-God superhero is so weird a feeling, Scott almost misses the second remark. „My what?“
„Anyway, Clint’s leaving as well. The king of cats is negotiating your return with the U.N. as we speak, so don’t insult him by stealing his jet and being shut down two minutes later by his Dora Milaje, okay?“
Scott blinks at that. „The king of… T’Challa? And Clint is leaving? Why? And my boyfriend?“
„Apparently, Barton has a family as well. Might be just about the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard, but, yeah, he’s going back to his wife and kids and Steve figured you might like the same kind of deal.“
„That’s… that’s awesome, really, thanks, man! I mean, fuck, I didn’t even know...“
Sam shrugs. „It’s alright. Come on, let’s leave the jet before the Dora Milaje get the wrong idea.“ Without waiting for Scott’s indubitably confused and stuttered response, he turns around, strolling down the ramp. Scott scrambles to catch up with him.
„Man, thanks. Really. But, not to be weird about this, my boyfriend?“
Sam slaps his shoulder, all comfortingly and bro-like. „No worries, tic tac, your secret’s safe with us.“
Well, Scott can certainly appreciate that, warranted or no. And when ten minutes later they crash on the couch in their makeshift quarters and Sam hands him a bottle of the amazing Wakandan beer, he decides that Falcon definitely is one of the good guys, weird misconceptions or no. He'd follow the guy into the next superhero war, no questions asked, so he could probably let this one slide. For now.
Challenge: Ohne Worte: Dunkler Raum (fürs Team)
Fandom: MCU
Charaktere: Scott Lang, Sam Wilson
Wörter: ~700
A/N: Nach Ant-Man and the Wasp wollte ich dringend schreiben, wie Scott und Sam über ihren Cap-Crush bonden. Diese Fic… ist nicht das. Dafür direkt nach Civil War, lange vor Avengers 3 und co.
After all of Wakanda‘s wonders, the holographic forest and the levitating beads, Scott can’t help but be a little bit disappointed by the jet’s cockpit and it’s boringly rectangular screens and their awfully familiar blue glow. It’s so adorably Early 2000s, there’s even a screen with trailing green Matrix letters. Luis would love this shit.
„Scott?“
He spins around, fingers trailing for the shrinking button on the suit he’s not wearing because he isn’t a superhero anymore, never really was, coming to think of it, and then he recognizes the amused smirk in the blue screen lights.
„Sam. Heeey.“
„What are you doing?“ He’s using what Scott has come to think of as his counselor’s voice. He would make fun of it, if it hadn’t been the only thing keeping him sane on the Raft.
„I’m not--“ The thing about the counselor’s voice is that it’s exceedingly difficult to lie to it. Or to Sam, in general, or maybe that’s just Scott. „I’m a shit liar, you know?“
„I noticed.“
„Yeah, thought you might’ve...“
For a while, they’re just standing there in the dark, between the computer screens, Sam patiently waiting and Scott fiddling with a uniform button that’s not there. He’s had encounters that have been more awkward, he’s not doing anything wrong, well, aside from wanting to steal a Wakandan jet, but he’s not delusional enough to think he would actually be able to get away with it and it's not really his fault, anyway--
„Well, what did you expect, I’m an ex-con!“
„Scott.“ The smirk is morphing into a soft smile, and with it, Scott’s carefully built up defiance morphs into defeat.
„I can’t stay here, Sam, I have a daughter, and I’ve let her down once and I refuse to do that again, I’m sorry.“
Sam shakes his head. „No, Scott, I’m sorry.“
And that’s just wrong. „Why the hell would you be sorry?!“
„Because I dragged you into this.” Before Scott can start his protest, Sam has already lifted his hands to stop him. “And don’t give me the ‚I’m an adult‘ crap, I know what it’s like when Captain America needs your help. You don’t say no to that. - I knew that, and yet I asked.“
„Well.“ Scott doesn’t know what to say to that or how to interpret Sam’s hoarse tone of voice. „Well. If you’re going to ask me to stay because Cap needs me, I won’t. - if it's Scarlet Witch on the other hand--“
That draws a laugh from Sam. „Nah, I think Cassie needs you more. And that talkative boyfriend of yours, too, probably.“
Hearing Cassie’s name like that, standing between surprisingly boring screens in a jet that’s years ahead of any technology Scott can dream of, and from the mouth of an actual honest-to-God superhero is so weird a feeling, Scott almost misses the second remark. „My what?“
„Anyway, Clint’s leaving as well. The king of cats is negotiating your return with the U.N. as we speak, so don’t insult him by stealing his jet and being shut down two minutes later by his Dora Milaje, okay?“
Scott blinks at that. „The king of… T’Challa? And Clint is leaving? Why? And my boyfriend?“
„Apparently, Barton has a family as well. Might be just about the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard, but, yeah, he’s going back to his wife and kids and Steve figured you might like the same kind of deal.“
„That’s… that’s awesome, really, thanks, man! I mean, fuck, I didn’t even know...“
Sam shrugs. „It’s alright. Come on, let’s leave the jet before the Dora Milaje get the wrong idea.“ Without waiting for Scott’s indubitably confused and stuttered response, he turns around, strolling down the ramp. Scott scrambles to catch up with him.
„Man, thanks. Really. But, not to be weird about this, my boyfriend?“
Sam slaps his shoulder, all comfortingly and bro-like. „No worries, tic tac, your secret’s safe with us.“
Well, Scott can certainly appreciate that, warranted or no. And when ten minutes later they crash on the couch in their makeshift quarters and Sam hands him a bottle of the amazing Wakandan beer, he decides that Falcon definitely is one of the good guys, weird misconceptions or no. He'd follow the guy into the next superhero war, no questions asked, so he could probably let this one slide. For now.
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Date: 2018-10-05 12:03 pm (UTC)