Clark Kent (
stands_for_hope) wrote2014-07-06 01:38 pm
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The Metropolis Not!Vengers in... Location, location, location!
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Steve wakes up slowly, happy and warm and content enough he's not sure where he is at first. The clues he gets initially aren't helpful because they're such universal parts of his life, as far as his hindbrain is concerned, that they're just a part of 'how he should wake up'.
There's a warm body up against him, deep brown hair pressed up against his nose and mouth that smells like home, a ratty old mattress beneath him that's too firm for anyone but someone like him--
And a metal arm across his stomach. Huh. That shakes some things loose.
It doesn't halt the grin on his face, though. That's... probably never going away, or at least it won't be budging anytime soon (probably until Jim looks at him, disgusted, and tells him to 'stop lookin' like a loon'). Instead, he just reaches over to grab his phone from the the bedside table (amazing the things that survive a plain crash when they're kept in the right pocket) and peers at the time.
Huh. Nearly two. That's fair. But--
"Hey, sleepyhead. You get some good rest?"
Steve wakes up slowly, happy and warm and content enough he's not sure where he is at first. The clues he gets initially aren't helpful because they're such universal parts of his life, as far as his hindbrain is concerned, that they're just a part of 'how he should wake up'.
There's a warm body up against him, deep brown hair pressed up against his nose and mouth that smells like home, a ratty old mattress beneath him that's too firm for anyone but someone like him--
And a metal arm across his stomach. Huh. That shakes some things loose.
It doesn't halt the grin on his face, though. That's... probably never going away, or at least it won't be budging anytime soon (probably until Jim looks at him, disgusted, and tells him to 'stop lookin' like a loon'). Instead, he just reaches over to grab his phone from the the bedside table (amazing the things that survive a plain crash when they're kept in the right pocket) and peers at the time.
Huh. Nearly two. That's fair. But--
"Hey, sleepyhead. You get some good rest?"
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But it's said with such a grin on his face as he slides the key into the lock and turns it. Then he's pushing open the door and holding it for him.
"Come on in. And now, the stairs."
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"Hey, we brought home fixings for dinner!"
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There was food to put away, though, so he started stowing things away while he was thinking about it.
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"Clark's crafty. Don't believe that adorable little marshmallow face. It's all lies."
His bare foot lifted up to nudge her shoulder on the mat and she leaned over and kissed the top of his foot.
"They must know the truth about you, Kent. It's my duty as a reporter."
Clark laughed and peered through the moon gate.
"Door was just fine."
Steve shook his head and slipped into he and Jim's room to drop the non-food items before heading back to the kitchen to put away the roasts. The pasta and the jars of sauce he left out.
"Should I get started on dinner about now?" Steve asked through the moon gate. Then he turned to look at Jim.
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It was a keychain like Steve's, except it read "Princess" in purple, with one key printed in peacock feathers, and the other in black with neon-coloured stars.
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"Thank you, Jim! They are lovely."
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"And I will need to get in and out from this place as I have gotten myself a profession in this place, with the help of Lois."
Lois unfolded herself as well.
"She's going to be teaching self-defense down at the community center on 14th. The woman who was doing it is on maternity leave."
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But he glanced around to see if that was a good idea.
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"Thankfully, they don't ask for much since they're mostly just happy that someone wants to work there. But she will need that."
Diana agreed with a bob of her head.
"They were most anxious for me to agree."
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"And I am quite interested to try your cooking, Steve."
Steve rolled his eyes a little and started pulling out the appropriate pots and pans for what he'd be making.
"It's really not that big of a deal. But thank you, Diana. Also, I got you yogurt."
"Thank you!"
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"I like that brand of sauce," he said as he settled into the couch. Lois, distracted from the yoga, slipped onto the couch to curl up next to him. Diana followed the two of them into the kitchen.
"Is there any way I can assist in making the meal?"
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She walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a pot from where she'd found one of the pans that morning, walking over to fill it with water as Steve watched.
"Thank you, Diana. Uh... really all I need otherwise is to find a decently deep pan for frying up the eggplant and a pair of small bowls. But I should be able to find the bowls."
Diana nodded.
Steve looked to Jim.
"Do you mind slicing up the eggplant into slanted pieces roughly a quarter of an inch thick, maybe a little thinner?"
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"So everything go well, Diana?"
She nodded immediately, leaning on her arms to smile at Steve and Jim both.
"My sisters in this world are no less wonderful than those in Themyscira, no less brave, no less kind. We met a woman who assisted us in buying clothes, another who helped me to purchase the underthings required for them, and Lois stood by every step, ever helpful and watchful. This world has such wonders, so many people, so many smiles. I know that I will never know all of them, but I hope to try with as many as possible. Lois said that working at the community center will help me do so."
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Tomatoes, carrots that he turned into shoestrings, lettuce that he cut into small chunks instead of leaving it as huge leaves. The salad was coming along well enough and could live in the fridge until they were ready for it.
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She wobbled a hand.
"Occasionally, items would wash up on our shores. On the best of days, they would contain books or other pieces of knowledge, though usually it was merely some piece of a vessel which we examined and learned as best we could from."
"Huh," because Steve hadn't known that. Diana nodded and looked back to Jim.
"The women at the community center mentioned that there were many shelters for women which I could volunteer. I have signed up to assist them as well."
Steve clapped his hand on her shoulder.
"If they accept male assistance, I wouldn't mind being signed up to help with that too."
Diana put her hand over Steve's with a warm smile.
"I will ask."
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"I have been informed of the limits to which I should restrict my... protection. I admit that I am not particularly pleased at the necessity for restraint. But I have been told that I will do more good with restraint than not."
She bowed her head to Jim.
"Suffice to say, that I understand your desire."
Steve put his other hand on Jim's shoulder.
"Not to mention that you're going to have enough work ahead of you fixing up the building the way you want it. You're still going to buy the place, aren't you?"
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He laid out the fried eggplant on a paper towel on the counter as Diana watched.
Diana merely Steve at his work, her eyes following his hands as he poured the pasta into the pot to start cooking..
"I'm sure the tenants will appreciate all that. The other apartments don't look nearly so nice as this one. Not that I'm surprised."
He leaned down and nudged Diana with a smile.
"He fixed up our little shoebox apartment back when we lived together the first time. It was definitely the finest closet in Brooklyn."
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