His feet moved fast yet with no hurry, excited to be greeted with the sound of the curling sea and the smell of the salty water.
He settled a bit far from the waves, just to be sure, and plopped down on a blanket he had spread out.
Eyes anticipatingly glanced around the water and back to his watch, chuckling to himself as he remembered he was there to surprise her. Coming her was just a guess.
After a long while of waiting under the piercing bright sun, he put the backpack behind his head as support as he stretched out on the blanked, his sunglasses shielding him from the burning light as he slowly dozed off.
Suddenly, he felt a cold, wet stain on his back, followed by an overwhelming gulf of water. His eyes shot open, water burning his nose and mouth, limbs flailing in panic while familiar laughter taunted him.
His feet moved fast yet with no hurry, excited to be greeted with the sound of the curling sea and the smell of the salty water.
He settled a bit far from the waves, just to be sure, and plopped down on a blanket he had spread out.
Eyes anticipatingly glanced around the water and back to his watch, chuckling to himself as he remembered he was there to surprise her. Coming her was just a guess.
After a long while of waiting under the piercing bright sun, he put the backpack behind his head as support as he stretched out on the blanked, his sunglasses shielding him from the burning light as he slowly dozed off.
Suddenly, he felt a cold, wet stain on his back, followed by an overwhelming gulf of water. His eyes shot open, water burning his nose and mouth, limbs flailing in panic while familiar laughter taunted him.
He resurfaced, out of breath and with sticky clothes, to be met by her beaming figure. Her hair stuck to her forehead, lips purple and a bright white smile greeting him like home.
“You should’ve seen your face!” she smiled, throwing her head back in laughter.
Sam just chuckled, splashing her as he rolled his eyes, although it didn’t have any affect. “I’m gonna get you back, just you wait.”
“I know,” she coo’d, coming closer and placing her hands on his cheeks. “Though, I’m sure that I’m more surprised by your visit then you are by my prank.”
He shivered at her cold hands, but didn’t dare move to detach himself from her embrace. “Thought a nice picnic at the beach would be romantic. Now I kinda start to regret it.”
“Don’t. I missed you.” She pulled his face closer with her hands on his neck, kissing him slowly as the waves moved around them like it were making place.
He never quite could get used to her cold and wet lips, always sticky, but somehow refreshingly soft. They parted when a large wave pushed at their feet, skin touching skin as they breathed each other in after a long time being apart.
With a swift move, Sam swept her off her feet, carrying her bridle style out of the water as their clothes stuck to each other like second skin.
He laid her down on the blanket, steam emitting from her skin and shirt as she dried herself off by vaporizing the excess water with her powers.
“What about me?” Sam whined jokingly, laying on his side to look down at her. She looked healthier than ever.
She devilishly grinned up. “ Nah, I like it when you’re all wet and moisty.”
“Don’t ever say moist again.”
“Moi-” he cut her off with a wet kiss, basically sucking at her lips and face. She shrieked, pushing him away. “WILSON.”
“Yeah?” he innocently answered, “I thought you liked being wet?”
“In the water, yeah!” she whined, wiping at her face, “ not with your slime all over my face!”
“Payback’s a bitch, I guess,” he shrugged.
“Fine,” she said, holding herself up on her elbow, mimicking Sam’s position, “but if you want to be dry, you can do it like all other birds do. In the air.”
He threw his head back and barked a laugh, still curious about what that could even mean. “ Oh so I can’t call you a mermaid—which is not even insulting because mermaids are cool— but you can call me a bird now?”
“Yes, because I don’t have a fishtail but you dohave wings, Wilson,” she shot back, reaching to the backpack he brought with him. She zipped it open and let out a gasp, pulling out a box of brownies. “ YOU BOUGHT ME BROWNIES?!”
He snatched the box from her, “ Nuh-uh, I bakedthemmyself. And since you don’t want to help me, it’s mine.” He joked, tilting his head tauntingly as he took the lid off, taking an obnoxious bite with a smirk.
She gasped again,” I changed my mind. You’re not a bird, but a bastardgull.”
Sam gasped with laughter, almost choking on the cake as he handed her one. “Alright you win, little siren, jeez.”
They silently ate the other food he brought, listening to the song of the sea and capturing this moment in their memories.
“While you were gone,” she began, “I took the time to truly test out my powers.”
“Did you discover something?” he asked, remembering the way she struggled with her abilities, flooding herself and fainting when she strained herself. She never got to learn much about what she could do, being scared to be found by the avengers or other mutants. Sam kept her a secret.
“I don’t know, but I… truly feel at home,” she confessed softly. “I feel safe in the water, like it’s where I was always supposed to be.”
Sam scooted closer, flushing her against him as they gazed at the sea. “I’m happy for you.”
“What about you? How did the mission go?” she whispered, weaving her fingers through his.
He had been on a mission in Italy for about a month, unable to contact her. He had went to the beach there a couple times, kind of hoping— but knowing it wouldn’t happen— that she would swim out of the ocean and tell him it would all be okay.
“Not so great, actually, but that’s not what matters right now,” he assured, kissing her crown, “but I did get to fly a lot, so that’s always good.”
They sat in comfortable silence, legs and fingers intertwined as Sam slowly dried under the sun, her always cold thumb rubbing over his palm.
“Would you say, that the sky is your home?” she whispered after a while.
Sam thought about it, leaning his head on hers as he pondered his answer. “I don’t know. It’s where I am my best, but…” he wavered, not knowing the ‘but’. He knew the dangers of flying, especially after what had happened to his friends in the past. He knew the danger as he looked down at the ground miles below every time he flew, but still he wasn’t afraid. He loved being The Falcon.
“Why?”
“The sea, the water, deep in the ground— that’s my home. Where I feel my most authentic self. You, on the other hand, have a home completely on the other side of mine ; flying next to the clouds as far away from the water as possible.”
Silence fell again, both not knowing how to continue.
“How about you show me your home, then?” Sam proposed, causing her head to lift, looking at his face to know if he meant it. “ And then I’ll show you mine.”
They stood at the edge of the water, hands clasped, nervous breaths mixing with the salty air.
“I..I don’t know, Sam, I never tried this with another person—” she stuttered.
“Hey, hey,” he reassured her, running a hand through her hair, “ I trust you.”
“Okay,” she breathed out, slowly walking deeper into the water.
Forming a bubble of air around both their faces, they swam under the surface. She was fast among the waves, graceful, like it was as easy as riding a bike. She tugged on his fingers, excitedly pulling him along, blue light illuminating her face as the sun shone through the clear water like a spotlight.
They went deeper, the surface far away. It was silent, peaceful, fish swimming around their legs as they shared a quick kiss. Colorful corals filled the bottom, seaweed swaying with the movements of her body.
She was in sync with the environment. He could see that so clearly now. She controlled the sea, waved her finger to make it shape the way she wanted, blowing bubbles, shooting splashes.
She was home.
She was afraid of heights.
She clung to him before they even lifted off the ground. Sam spread his mechanic wings, running his fingers through her hair and gave her a soft kiss to distract her, lifting up to the clouds.
She only opened her eyes when they were steady, the wind blowing her hair against Sam’s chest, her skin pressing her down as she moved above the ground.
Sam rolled on his back mid-air, placing her on his stomach so he could see her face, watching as she sparkled with adrenaline and amazement. He effortlessly moved through the air, swift motions keeping them steady, air blocking out their laughter.
It was like he was floating, swaying through the clouds, arms spread like he was welcoming the world. He flew as if it was easy, natural, a part of him. He was an angel with mechanic wings. He flipped and turned, dipped and went higher above the clouds, until she overcame her fear.
This was his home, she decided. She leaned up to kiss him quickly, to not distract him, mouthing her love to him as they floated on cloud 9.
Different houses, but one home with each other
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A/N : Alexa play sweet creature by Harry Styles. “Two hearts, one home.”
I’M BACK… kinda? But here is a cute Sam fic I rarely see. Also rare fluff from me :)
A.N: I’m re-obsessed with animal crossing so it’s only right I write a lil sumn lol; also the character’s name made me rihmember the cartoon Shanna’s Show that used to play on Playhouse Disney and I got hella nostalgic lmao// also this is short bc I def ran out of steam while writing it but enjoy! lol
*gif not mine!
The 5 o'clock animal crossing theme song blares in their shared room; Sam shakes his head and chuckles softly. She must be playing that damn game again, he thinks to himself. He’s just returned from a meeting with some government officials and hoped that he’d have his wife, Shanna, all to himself. To his dismay, she’s playing animal crossing, which means she doesn’t have time for him.
“You still playing? When I talked to you earlier today, you were playing…” Sam playfully complains, knowing how much his girl loves her video games.
“The gameplay is intense right now, babe…”
He walks even further into the room and peers at the tv. He watches Shanna cook up a meal.
“Baby… you’re literally cooking… I don’t think that’s considered intense gameplay… you do that all the time in real life!”
HE’S A LITERAL DREAM MAN I ADORE THIS!!! everything about this was warm and loving and I could just picture this with Sammy! And the ending!!!! Excuse me don’t make me cry like this, that’s so beautiful, I feel like he’s such a romantic so this just fits him perfectly!
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