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Notes: This is a part of mine and suruberry's headcanon verse that we've created. Continuity-wise, it's a mishmash of comics, cartoons, and movies. We've basically gone about cherry-picking what we like and leaving out a lot that we don't, so things are probably not gonna line up right with any one singular canon verse since there's bits from a lot of different places. Hopefully, someone else enjoys this just as much as we have.
Title: watching it fall
Fandom: MCU & DCU
Pairing: Steve/Clark
Prompt: buying the christmas tree
Words: 497 words
watching it fall
Steve’s never actually been Christmas tree shopping before, so he doesn’t actually know what he’s supposed to look for. He told Clark this when they left the Kent farm to pick out the tree.
“Never had one growing up,” Steve replied. “And after, well… didn’t really have anyone to share it with, didn’t think it was worth it."
Steve has very few good memories of past Christmases and he’s eager to create new ones with his new family. It’s not his first time to Kansas, but it is his first time in Smallville and the place looks very much like something off a card. It’s very different from Brooklyn, but Steve’s fine with that.
He’s wrapped up in one of Clark’s spare coats, probably dressed a little too warm for the weather, but Steve has never been able to quite shake off the cold from seventy years in the ice. After that long, the chill doesn’t leave, and Steve hates it; still can’t get used to it. The cold brings back memories of the crash, of sinking into darkness, of when there was nothing.
It’s a very hard thing to shake.
The tree lot is owned by a family. Everyone around here knows everyone else, something that’s different from a big city. Clark smiles, fields greetings, and keeps one hand entwined with Steve’s as they meander their way through the lot. There’s a few people who give them lingering looks and one or two point at Steve and whisper to whoever they’re with.
Now that is something that the both of them are used to. People tend to do double-takes when they see Captain America; Steve’s had to get used to that, but it’s not anything new. It’s one thing that he’s gotten used to.
Clark leads him through the lot, through the winding lanes of trees, and away from the press of people.
“You never pick the first tree you see,” Clark says with a little smile. He pulls Steve further into the lot, leading him through until they’re facing what looks to be a wall of fat, green trees. “They’re the ones that everyone walks past when they enter, so there isn’t anything special about them."
“Should I be taking notes?"
“I think you’ll manage fine,” Clark says. He presses a quick kiss to Steve’s cheek, “All you need to do is look at the trunk."
Steve turns his head and catches Clark’s lips. It’s a brief and chaste kiss, but it still makes warmth blossom deep inside his chest. His heart flutters and he feels like a teenager all over again, not the grown adult that he is; that tends to happen whenever he kisses Clark.
He isn’t aware of the tree at his back until it’s digging into the fabric of his jacket. Steve pulls away from the kiss and looks behind him, trying to smother a laugh.
Clark’s grinning too, face pleasantly flushed. He presses his forehead to Steve’s, their breath mingling, and laughs a little as he says, “I think this one is perfect."
FIN.
Title: watching it fall
Fandom: MCU & DCU
Pairing: Steve/Clark
Prompt: buying the christmas tree
Words: 497 words
Steve’s never actually been Christmas tree shopping before, so he doesn’t actually know what he’s supposed to look for. He told Clark this when they left the Kent farm to pick out the tree.
“Never had one growing up,” Steve replied. “And after, well… didn’t really have anyone to share it with, didn’t think it was worth it."
Steve has very few good memories of past Christmases and he’s eager to create new ones with his new family. It’s not his first time to Kansas, but it is his first time in Smallville and the place looks very much like something off a card. It’s very different from Brooklyn, but Steve’s fine with that.
He’s wrapped up in one of Clark’s spare coats, probably dressed a little too warm for the weather, but Steve has never been able to quite shake off the cold from seventy years in the ice. After that long, the chill doesn’t leave, and Steve hates it; still can’t get used to it. The cold brings back memories of the crash, of sinking into darkness, of when there was nothing.
It’s a very hard thing to shake.
The tree lot is owned by a family. Everyone around here knows everyone else, something that’s different from a big city. Clark smiles, fields greetings, and keeps one hand entwined with Steve’s as they meander their way through the lot. There’s a few people who give them lingering looks and one or two point at Steve and whisper to whoever they’re with.
Now that is something that the both of them are used to. People tend to do double-takes when they see Captain America; Steve’s had to get used to that, but it’s not anything new. It’s one thing that he’s gotten used to.
Clark leads him through the lot, through the winding lanes of trees, and away from the press of people.
“You never pick the first tree you see,” Clark says with a little smile. He pulls Steve further into the lot, leading him through until they’re facing what looks to be a wall of fat, green trees. “They’re the ones that everyone walks past when they enter, so there isn’t anything special about them."
“Should I be taking notes?"
“I think you’ll manage fine,” Clark says. He presses a quick kiss to Steve’s cheek, “All you need to do is look at the trunk."
Steve turns his head and catches Clark’s lips. It’s a brief and chaste kiss, but it still makes warmth blossom deep inside his chest. His heart flutters and he feels like a teenager all over again, not the grown adult that he is; that tends to happen whenever he kisses Clark.
He isn’t aware of the tree at his back until it’s digging into the fabric of his jacket. Steve pulls away from the kiss and looks behind him, trying to smother a laugh.
Clark’s grinning too, face pleasantly flushed. He presses his forehead to Steve’s, their breath mingling, and laughs a little as he says, “I think this one is perfect."
FIN.