Being a badass vigilante and dating Alex Danvers would include...
you guys absolutely kick ass in the field and in your daily relationship
but it wasn’t always that smooth
she was apprehensive of you becoming a vigilante but saw that you had the heart of a hero so she convinced j’onn to let you on the team
got winn to make you a super cool costume
you two look after each other in the field
patching each other up after getting wounded
laughing as you’re both laying down on the couch covered in bruises
alex kisses all the bruises to make the pain go away and you hit her with a pillow for being so cheesy even though you love it
everyone has different opinions on your superhero name but alex is the only one who makes jokes about how silly/lame/cheesy it is
lots of sparring sessions
you love to spar with her but it always ends with you two on the ground making out
self care after a brutal fight is drinking wine, eating pizza and binge watching netflix
if you have different viewpoints about what justice is you guys have a lot of arguments about it, to the point that you guys promise to not talk about it because it only leads to you not sleeping at alex’s apartment for weeks and she misses you too much
if you have the same viewpoints about what justice is there are a lot of conversations on how to better the community and what can be done to help the alien refugees and how to rehabilitate the alien prisoners
kara loves to go out into the field with you because hello another superhero and she starts coming up with cool team names
the deo isn’t sure you’re up to it at first but you prove them wrong and make alex proud
after you get seriously hurt alex doesn’t want you back in the field because she almost lost you and she’s not risking that again
you make her realize that she knows danger is a part of the job and that this is something that you live for, you can’t just give it up
it’s hard but she understands and slowly you join the team again
she’s extra careful and more watchful of you which leads her to get hurt and after that you both see why the other was so worried
overall you love fighting crime with your girlfriend, even if she can be a bit overprotective sometimes, because at the end of the day you’re making the city safer and you get to have weird competitions with alex over who gets the bigger bruise
this came to be when i thought of (??? i can’t remember) and then i decided to write this. So here it is, a semi long/short fic that reminds me of how much i hate marriage proposals nowadays.
“I want to marry you.” Steve opens suddenly and you freeze,
eyes glued to the TV, your body going tense under his arm. “I know, I know.
That’s why I’m telling you now.”
You look up at him, letting your naked fear show and he
smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and drawing a small smile from you,
even in this moment. “I know you’ve never wanted to get married to anyone and
all the arguments you have to back yourself up. I understand and I just- Well, I
want to marry you and I love you. Your answer is up to you, and you don’t have
to tell me now, or in a week. When you’re ready.”
Your lips part to speak but he covers your mouth with his
quickly. “Sorry. I need you to know, and really listen to this part. I love you
and I don’t want to break up just because you don’t want to get married. It isn’t
necessary, I know you’re mine and I love you. I just want this. With you, and
no one else. I swear I won’t let this
break us if you say no.”
Your cheeks flame and your eyes close when you feel them
well up. Jesus.
“I love you too, Steve.” You whisper and he sighs happily,
shifting somehow closer and returning his gaze to the TV. For a moment, another
wave of fear crashes over you at the thought of marriage, at the thought of
possibly losing him, but it fades the longer you sit with him.
“Steve offered me a huge speech.” You start, Natasha on her
back beside you and she snorts.
“Steve can’t speak unless it’s a speech.” She teases and you
growl unhappily. That’s your boyfriend.
“He asked me to marry him-” You’re poised to continue but
her gasp cuts off your words. You watch her jerk upright and onto her side,
looming over you, jaw dropped and worry in her eyes. “Shut up. Technically he
didn’t ask. He sort of… Man, I guess he sort of made his intentions known?”
“That he intends to marry you?” She whispers and you can
tell she’s taking it the wrong way. She has to be.
“I said that wrong too. Shut up. He said he wanted to and
then said he knows I don’t want to and then said something like I love you,
probably, my ears were pretty well ringing by then. Then he said he didn’t care
if I said no- No, shut up. He said it like, like it was okay, that he would be
okay with it if I said I didn’t want it. He’s being- He brought it up
strangely. I wish I had a transcript of what he said. F*ck.” You sigh, rubbing
your temples. The worst part of it all, the most perfectly worst part was he
was giving you a solution to everything you’d been terrified with about
marriage. He wasn’t pressuring you in the moment to answer, he wasn’t running
off angrily that you hadn’t said yes instantly, he’d even said he could live
with not marrying you, just being your boyfriend forever. He was easing you
into it and hell if it wasn’t exactly the thing you’d hated about modern day
“So…” Natasha prompted and you returned to the moment, her
clear eyes staring at you.
“He wants to marry me but understands if I’m not interested.
He’s got his table and he’s laying it all out on there, all the while leaving
room for whatever I want to throw down.” You sum up and she stares at you a
moment longer before flopping back down onto her back.
“What’re you going to say?” She asks softly, her fingers
brushing your gently and you clutch them.
“I don’t know. He’s- He hasn’t mentioned it since, like he
said it and then just went back to normal. And I’m not stressed.” You pause,
knowing she’s picked up on the lie and wants honesty. “Fine. I’m really
stressed. But I don’t know how I can say no? it’s all so perfect and I love
him, more than I ever expected myself to love someone. My stupid feelings are
making me doubt my convictions. Never get married, never have kids, never
bother with partners beyond a quick f*ck, all I ever told myself I needed was
my best friends and a cozy job.”
“Except when one of your best friends is suddenly kissing on
you and asking you to marry him to eventually have all his babies because you
know he’s a baby guy.” She completes and you groan softly.
“Exactly.” You croak and she rolls toward you, laying across
your body. “Yeah, baby, comfort me.”
Natasha laughs at your lecherous tone, her head pillowed on
your breasts as she stares at you, waiting for you to talk it out with her,
like you always do.
“I need to make a list of questions. Or a pros/cons list.”
You answer excitedly and Natasha rolls her eyes.
“Lets start with things he needs to clarify before you start
your pros and cons. Because that’s what this whole waiting game is about, isn’t
it? Him offering you time to settle into the idea and get the facts before you
“Yeah.” You whine grumpily, scowling at her to which she
responds with a princess’s smile.
“Number one. Does he want kids?”
“Number two, when?”
“Number three, are you going to move out together, move in
together, where will you live and how?”
“Smart. My one is what kind of dog he wants.”
“Also smart, choices like that can put a strain on any
relationship.” She grins and you blush happily.
“And if he has baby names. Like does he want a little girl?
Do I have to quit my job if we have a kid? Where will we keep it? Can we afford
to school it?” You start rushing out, your voice getting higher until Natasha
smushes a hand over your mouth.
“Firstly, stop calling your baby “it”.” She advises and you
muffle something against her hand, her eyes rolling as she remonves it to let
“I don’t have a baby.”
“Shut the f*ck up.” Natasha snaps succinctly and you grin
internally. “And these are all questions you should write down. From most
important to least. And when you’re asking them, you can write down his answers
to look back over later. And you’re not allowed to panic like you just did.”
“I told her I wanted to marry her.” Steve pipes up, eating
another bite of his eggs benedict. Sam stares at him, Bucky silent between
“Seriously dude? She run yet?” Sam scoffs, forking some more
of his salmon scrambled eggs into his mouth and watching his friend. It’s a poorly
kept secret how much you despise the very idea of matrimony. Even oblivious
Bruce knows and never mentions the subject in your presence.
Half the reason everyone was so amazed you and Mr Committed
were still together.
“No, actually. She’s thinking it over.” Steve shrugs,
looking glumly at his almost empty plate.
“What did you say exactly?” Bucky asks quietly, poking his
crepes while he waits, but not eating them.
“Just that I wanted to marry her, that it was okay if she
said no and that I’m not going to break up with her.” Steve shrugs and Sam
chokes, coughing into a napkin and taking a swallow of his papaya juice.
“You’re brave as hell.” Sam finally gets out, wheezing, and
Bucky smirks, shoving crepe into his mouth. “The fact that you even addressed
that there was a future for the two of you, let alone touching the marriage
“Shut up.” Steve whines, rolling his eyes. A trait he’d
picked up from Natasha as of late.
“Do you want kids?” Bucky asks, interjecting perfectly again
and Steve coughs into his napkin, eyes avoiding the two of them. “What?”
“He does.” Sam answers, pointing at his friend and about to
start up when Steve shakes his head.
“I can’t.” He admits, cheeks beet red and Bucky wheezes. Sam
stares at the two of them, blinking in confusion when it hits him. Holy hell.
“Stone aged idiots.” He murmurs to himself before meeting
Steves eyes steadily. “Welcome to twenty sixteen, where our baby menu is vast
and full of choices. For the classical family, sex. For our more community
inclined families, adoption or artificial insemination from a donor. Or those
picky families, surrogates. Oh, hey! Did I mention fostering, or even forgoing
babies and keeping pets instead?”
Bucky and Steve stare at Sam, their expressions wiped of
everything but confused embarrassment and Sam sighs loudly.
“There are millions of men who can’t have kids. For millions
of reasons. They make do.” Sam tries and Steve shakes his head weakly. “Look,
idiot, Y/N doesn’t even want kids, but what she doesn’t want less than them?
Not having you. Consider adoption. Seriously. Not everything is about having
fruitful loins, you cavemen.”
With that, Sam stands, stretching before heading for another
table. Steve watches him, not even having noticed the way the girls had been
“Do you want kids?”
“A barn full.” He answers honestly and your heart clenches. “But
I can’t- I can’t give you them.”
And your heart clenches all over again for the expression on
his face. “I don’t want to quit my job. But we can adopt. Adopt a bunch of kids
and toddlers and babies.”
“You’ll marry me?” He jerks and you hiss a breath.
“Sorry, right. No pressure. We can adopt without marrying. I’m
sure they’ll give us children.” He smirks and you can’t help laughing. Yeah
right, an adoption agency giving kids to a 90-year-old veteran who still fights
crime? And his girlfriend who won’t
give up her job or commit?
“I want a cocker spaniel.” You burst out and Steve frowns at
you, your cheeks flushing. “I’m saying- Uh- If you choose to get a dog, I’d
want a cocker spaniel. If that’s okay with you.”
“Of course.” He answers smoothly, a grin twitching at his
“Where would we live?” You ask nervously and he nods thoughtfully.
“Wherever you want.” He answers and you sigh. This is too
“Be honest. Jerk.” You grumble and he levels you with a
“All I want is
you. And if I still get to keep you at the end of all this, I’m open to
anything.” He shrugs and you scowl at him. “Fine. Brooklyn. A nice place that
isn’t too big and when we’re ready, we’ll move somewhere where we can keep our
You grin at him, kissing his cheek and he grins back at you,
pleased with himself.
“I want your opinions, I want to know what you want. Because
I want you too but it’s hard to choose things if you’re just going to wax
poetic.” You offer and he nods, resting his chin on his fist.
“Okay, definitely. Hit me.”
Hours later, you throw yourself back onto the mattress,
panting. Glancing over at him, you can see Steve’s still recovering and you can’t
help the giddiness in your stomach. Leaning close, your lips brush against his
ear and his breath catches, as if he’s ready all over again, even though you
know he isn’t.
“I’ll marry you, Mr Rogers.” You whisper and his whole body
tenses and you lean back some. His face turns to you slowly, his eyes wide and
bright and hopeful.
“Are you sure?”
“Well, that orgasm really sealed the deal, but yes. You are
the only thing I’m sure of, and for you, I’ll do this.” You answer and his eyes
darken some but you kiss his lips sweetly. “I love you, don’t think you coerced
me or forced my hand. I know you, Steven.”
His eyes close slowly and suddenly he launches himself at
you, a growl leaving his lips and you can’t help yelping and giggling. His lips
print themselves to your skin, leaving marks and soft touches wherever they go,
his laughter low and happy, a backing track he can’t seem to stop.
“We’ll have three kids. I’ll stop taking so many missions,
you can keep your job. We’ll get two dogs and I love you. We’ll live in Brooklyn
and have pancakes every Sunday and sex every Saturday night and only on Saturday
night, like real adults. And I’ll teach them how to fight people and you’ll
teach them how to not fight people and Bucky will adore them and Sam is going
to hate them. And you’re going to be the best mom, I love you. And every Halloween
we’ll have a party, just like you like and…” He trails off, his eyes
brightening as they refocus on your giggling form. “What?”
“You’ve got it all planned out.” You smirk and Steve shrugs
modestly. “Where are they going to school?”
“Tony is going to put a private tutor on his payroll, all
our future kids are going to be taught at the tower. For safety and because
Tony demands they all get the best.” Steve answers instantly, eyes lit up. “We
discussed it once, I know he remembers.”
“Wow.” You breathe, staring up at your fiancée and realizing
that this is the opposite of what you imagined your life would end up like. But
somewhere along the line, you fell in love with Steve and accepted that what
you wanted changed. Not because of his cute butt or chiselled abs, as incentivising
as they are. For you, for the way he makes you feel and the way you feel
this honestly is super mush like. and it makes me uncomfortable. but if you love it, i stg, you’re a golden gift human. thanks. and goodnight.
I cannot even tell you guys how relieved I am that Alex and Maggie didn’t do the slow burn. So many shows draw out their relationships over two or three seasons and that shit is honestly so unnecessary. I freaking love seeing my girls together and happy, especially after Alex spent two weeks in a row breaking all our hearts.
I also feel like, just because Alex and Maggie are getting together doesn’t mean we won’t get a ton of angst. I mean, they still lead complicated lives and their jobs are dangerous and Maggie’s insecurities about being in a relationship aren’t just going to disappear. I wanna see them deal with all those hurdles as a couple.
And there are just so many potential conflicts to explore. There are the basics, like: Will Alex tell Maggie about Supergirl’s identity? Will keeping her sister’s secret create any problems for them in their relationship? Will we ever get to see Jealous!Maggie make an appearance??
And then there’s the deeper stuff, like: What happens if Alex tells Maggie she loves her and Maggie has trouble saying it back? How will they both deal with always having to see each other hurt on the job? Will Alex help Maggie love herself more, since her last breakup seemed to really hurt her confidence? Will we get to meet Maggie’s family, and are they really as accepting as she said?
And when we’re not dealing with all that stuff, we get to see Alex and Maggie being all cute and domestic together, or better yet, kicking ass as gay crime fighting girlfriends. And if that isn’t the best fucking thing you’ve ever heard then I don’t know what to tell you.