I based this short story on a promo I saw for "The Method to the Madness". I have used one very tiny piece of information that I gleaned from that promo. It should not be considered a spoiler unless you feel that anything and everything in the promo is a spoiler.

This story is pure fluff and nothing more. I hope you like it.

I don't own Bones.

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As a general rule, Booth bought all of his own clothes. He felt he knew what style best suited him and he really didn't like it when someone presumed to buy him anything for him to wear.

Booth had spent the morning mowing the lawn and then replaced some of the bushes along the back fence. After he was done he entered the house with the intention of taking a shower. Entering his bedroom, he had found several shopping bags on the bed. Curious, he looked inside and found some men's boxers. Carefully looking at them, Booth laughed and took one of them into the bathroom with him. He was sweaty and definitely needed a shower.

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After he'd finished his shower, Booth had put on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and some sneakers after putting on his new boxers. Walking downstairs, he found Brennan feeding Christine lunch. Moving over to the table, Booth sat down and watched Christine slap the spoon of tapioca pudding from Brennan's hands and scream with laughter.

Amused, Booth tried not to laugh while he reached down and picked the spoon off of the floor next to his shoes. "What's the matter Christine, don't you like your fish eyes in glue?"

A little exasperated, Brennan glared at Booth. "Booth, this is tapioca pudding. Please don't tell Christine that she is eating unpalatable products."

Unable to prevent it, Booth laughed and clasped his hands in front of him on the table. "Oh, come on Bones . . . Jared and me always called tapioca pudding fish eyes in glue. That's what it looks like."

Shaking her head, Brennan retrieved another spoon from the cabinet and sat back down next to her child. "Food should be called by its proper name."

He knew that argument was unwinnable, so he stood up and walked over to the fridge to see if he had any beer left. Finding a Coors, he opened it and walked back over to the table and sat down again. "I found the underwear."

Pleased, Brennan looked up from the tapioca jar. "Did you approve of the style? . . . I saw them and thought of your comic book collection and I thought you might like to have a pair. The store calls it nostalgia underwear for men."

His beer nice and cool, Booth sipped some and then lowered the can. "Yeah, thanks . .. I think they're pretty cool."

Her attention back on the spoon filled with pudding, Brennan carefully fed Christine a portion of it. "I'm glad you like them."

Christine's squeal causing him to smile, Booth took another sip of his beer. "Oh, I do. I think they really say who I am."

Irritated, Brennan watched the spoon fly from her hand again, as Christine slappled at it. Not one to give up, Brennan walked across the room and retrieved another spoon from the flatware drawer. Walking back over to the table, Brennan picked up the tapioca jar and spooned out a little on to the spoon. "I'm not sure what you mean."

Smiling because of the expression on Brennan's face, Booth took a drink from his Coors bottle and then replied. "Well, I was a soldier and I was considered one of the best snipers around. After I left the Army I joined the FBI and now I'm a super cool FBI Agent who goes after bad guys and gets justice for those who've been wronged. Doesn't that sound like a super hero to you?"

Rolling her eyes, Brennan kept a firm grip on her spoon as she fed Christine more pudding. "There is no such thing as people with super powers."

"Oh Yeah?" Booth cocked his head to the side and placed a hand on her shoulder. "After Christine lies down for her nap, do you want me to show you one of my super powers?"

Interested, Brennan let Christine hold the top of her hand as Brennan fed her some of the tapioca. "Perhaps . . . Where do you plan to display this super power?"

Wiggling his eyebrows, Booth gently squeezed her shoulder. "Where ever you'd like, Bones. I can use my super power anywhere at anytime."

Amused, Brennan looked down at Booth's lap. "I would like to see what you look like in the boxers. Of course, I don't expect you to keep them on while you're showing me your super power."

Releasing her shoulder, Booth stood up and flexed his arms for her. "Yeah, I bet you don't."

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Later that afternoon, Brennan walked into their bedroom to find a sleeping Booth on their bed. He'd told her that he was going to take a nap to charge up his super powers. Smiling, Brennan stopped to admire the Captain America boxers that Booth was wearing and the firm body wearing them. Pleased at what she saw, she walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Booth, wake up, it's time to show me your super power."

Waking up, Booth smiled and ran his hands through his hair. "Captain America at your service. Prepare to be dazzled."

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Ok, I admit it, pure nonsense and fluff. I hope you liked it anyways.

A/N: I don't own Captain America (Marvel Comics). I sure wish that Booth would model the Captain America boxers for us. Sigh.