prompt from @sanverspotsticker – “Clark meets Maggie kinda in the way he met
Mon El tonight”
She’s not that excited to meet him.
He’s only Alex’s cousin.
He’s only Superman.
And Maggie Sawyer is not – will not be – Winn Schott.
Winn, who practically tumbled down a flight of stairs when Superman flew back in (Vasquez lost ten bucks to Maggie in the process).
She’s certainly not excited to meet him.
It’s not like she idolized him growing up.
No, she’s not excited to meet him at all.
Because he’s only Alex’s cousin.
So she’s not excited.
She’s absolutely terrified.
It had gone well with Alex’s mom, and Kara was warming up to her.
It had gone well with J’onn, and with Alex’s brothers.
But Clark was the extended family; Clark was the part of the family that Maggie was shuttled out to at fourteen. The part of the family who hated her, perhaps, even more than the parents who didn’t have to deal with her anymore.
So, ordinarily, she’d be nearly tumbling down those stairs right alongside Winn.
But this isn’t just Superman.
This is Alex’s cousin.
Alex watches her with curious eyes and a soft grin. She knows what a big fan of Leslie Willis, Cat Grant, James Olsen, Batwoman – the list goes on – that Maggie is.
Superman’s sure to be on the list.
So Alex nudges her slightly right before Clark catches her eye, before he tilts his head, before he strides over to them with a midwestern gait and a small smile in the middle of a war, because his cousin’s never giggled about anyone before, but god, she giggles about Maggie.
So, war or no war – dire circumstances or not – Clark is eager to meet his cousin’s girlfriend.
He holds out a warm hand, slight wariness mixed with genuine welcome in his eyes.
“You must be the woman my cousin is absolutely crazy about,” he offers, and Alex tries not to preen.
“Maggie Sawyer,” Maggie nods and shakes firmly, her voice somewhat smaller than it usually is, her eyes somewhat shier.
“You’re treating her right?” he asks, even though he knows the answer.
“I try to every second of every day,” Maggie tells him, restraining herself from adding a “sir” to the end of her sentence. She reminds herself that Kara used to change this guy’s diapers.
Superman grins, and his smile is almost as bright as his cousins’. “And is she treating you right?” he asks while Alex pffts and shoves him.
But Maggie’s voice is solemn, serious, when she answers.
“No one’s ever treated me better.”
Alex’s giggle cuts off mid-breath, and Clark holds Maggie’s eyes with such intensity that they almost start up his heat vision.
She holds his gaze, her chin up, her eyes earnest, her palms somewhat clenched at her sides.
And then she’s being pulled into a long, warm, surprisingly gentle hug.
She tries not to squeal.
“You two should spend a weekend with Lois and I in Metropolis when this is all over. She’d love to meet the newest member of the Danvers family, Maggie.”
Before Maggie can stammer out a response, the radio buzzes with information about a fresh attack west of the DEO.
Superman points upwards, and Alex nods.
“Up, up, and away,” he winks at Maggie, taps his index finger underneath Alex’s chin, and soars toward danger.
“Superman hugged me!” Maggie’s voice is slightly strained.
“Thought it was no big deal, he’s only my cousin?” Alex grins and nudges her with her shoulder as they both head back to tactical command.
“But he hugged me,” Maggie repeats, and she sounds an awful lot like Winn.
This time, Vasquez owes Alex ten bucks.