Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1,400
Characters: Steve/Natasha, Clark/Diana (DC Comics)
Prompt: hi! would it possible for me to request a romanogers and clark/diana double date au for your holiday giveaway if that's okay?
For: crimsonxblaze
A/N: Made it entirely AU rather than a crossover, so I hope you don't mind! In my mind, this is the Henry Cavill and Gal Gadot portrayals except Clark is much happier than he is in the Snyder 'verse.
the most wonderful time of the year - day fifty
Natasha can hear voices downstairs when she steps out of the shower, making her pause and glance toward the bedroom door. It's closed, but still.
A little warning would've been nice, Steve, she thinks as she grabs a clean pair of panties and bra from her drawers and slips into them. She knows for certain that she and Steve hadn't made any plans with anyone for today, though. It's the first Saturday in a while that's theirs – no charity to make an appearance at, no meeting to attend, no photoshoot to get to – and they'd wanted to make the most of it. Spend the day lounging around the house, playing with James, maybe take a trip to the supermarket and then head out to the park for a little bit.
Steve would've mentioned making plans, especially if it meant inviting people over. Whoever their guests are must have showed up unannounced. Probably Tony, then.
Natasha's hair is still a little damp, so she pulls it back in a braid and twists it atop her head, pinning it in place. It's supposed to be warm today, so she slips into shorts and a camisole and grabs one of Steve's plaid button-downs, wears it open and loosely draped over her shoulders. He loves it when she wears his clothes.
She can hear laughing as she steps into the hallway, but the voice doesn't sound like Tony. It sounds – a little like Steve, if she's being honest. Light and happy and wholesome.
(So, definitely not Tony.)
Steve is standing in the foyer when she makes it downstairs, laughing with a man she doesn't recognize. The front door is still a little cracked, like they'd barely made it into the house before they got too distracted by their conversation. It wouldn't be the first time Steve's done that, but they live in a quiet neighborhood, so it's not all that concerning. The man is tall and broad, only a little bigger than Steve, but not by much. There're dimples in his cheeks and a little curl of hair resting against his forehead from where his hair is sort of flopped over, but it looks charming on him, somehow. The woman standing with him has a small but beautiful smile on her face, her arms crossed and her hair pushed over one shoulder. She's just standing there, watching the two men talk, but there's something incredibly elegant about the way she's holding herself. Then she glances at Natasha and her lips curve a little more.
She's gorgeous. "Hi," she greets, already stepping forward to extend a hand to Natasha. "You must be Natasha."
"I am." Natasha says with a smile as she shakes her hand, then glances at Steve.
"Sorry, love," he says, sliding a hand over her hip and giving it a squeeze. "I should've told you that they showed up but I got distracted." He kisses her temple, which he likes to do sometimes, for no particular reason, and then gestures at the other couple. "I think I've told you about Clark before, right? My college roommate?"
She nods. She remembers hearing the name a few times before.
Clark gives her a bright, dimpled smile and gestures to take her hand, and she lets him give her fingers a little squeeze. "Nice to finally meet you. Steve always goes on about you, but you're already lovelier in person." She grins. Oh, that charm of his must be dangerous. Natasha knows the feeling. "And this," he adds, smiling cheekily at the other woman, "is Diana."
"His wife," she adds, letting Clark pull her in close. "Sorry to just drop by like this, but Clark insisted that we needed to visit as soon as we got into town."
"It's not a big deal," Natasha says with a bit of a laugh. "We don't have anywhere to be today."
"Maybe you want to join us for lunch, then?" Clark offers. He's got an arm draped over Diana, and she reaches up to lace their fingers together, letting their hands rest on her shoulder. The gesture is almost absent, like they've done it hundreds of times. It makes Natasha smile. "You'd know what's good around here."
Steve glances at Natasha with a grin and she doesn't really know why she laughs when she nods, but whatever. It makes Steve smile and kiss her, short but sweet.
They all go in Steve's car, which means that Clark and Diana will probably end up hanging out at the house even after dinner, but Natasha doesn't really mind the thought of it. She and Diana sit in the back seat with James while Steve and Clark are in the front, wrapped up in their own little world as they talk about some movie that they're both excited about. Natasha grins, glances at Diana to find that same amused look in her eyes. Then James grabs a handful of her hair and gives it a soft tug, babbling out a laugh, and Diana smiles at him and taps the tip of his nose. James usually isn't shy, but it'd only taken him seconds to go from peering at Diana in curiosity to constantly reaching for her, obviously excited about a new friend.
"He's precious," Diana compliments. James wanted her to carry him when they were getting out of the car, so Natasha let her. Diana seems totally captivated by James, too.
"He is," Natasha agrees.
"He's gorgeous, just like you and Steve," Diana adds. James is totally distracted by all of the other people at the restaurant. It isn't ridiculously crowded, but there's still a bit of a wait for their table. Steve and Clark left for the bathroom, and Natasha would tease them for having to go together, except they seem totally excited to see each other. It's cute.
"Your kid will have some amazing genes, too," Natasha comments, almost absently, but then Diana's eyes sort of snap onto hers, a little wide. Natasha blinks. "Wait – are you—"
Diana lets out a bit of a laugh and glances around, probably to see if Clark and Steve are on their way back. Then she answers, "I just found out two days ago."
"Diana," Natasha says. She's barely met the woman, but still. It's hard not to feel excited when you learn this kind of thing. "Clark doesn't know?"
She shakes her head. "I want to tell him on this trip. We're on business for the Daily Planet, but neither of us have been to New York before, so I thought it might still be special."
"It will be," Natasha tells her, meaning it. "You could've told him on the drive over and he would've pulled to the side just so he could hug you." Diana breathes out another laugh, her smile brighter, eyes sparkling as she nods. Natasha sets a hand on her arm, gives it a squeeze. "Congratulations."
"Thank you." She shifts James in her arms just as he's starting to squirm, coos his name, and he giggles and kicks his feet a little before getting distracted by a nearby table that bursts into laughter. She'll make a really good mother, Natasha can already tell. Diana turns back to her, still smiling. "So, how did you break the news to Steve about this little guy?"
"At this restaurant," Natasha admits. Diana raises her eyebrows. "It wasn't planned, but we came here and it was like all of a sudden, I couldn't get the words out fast enough."
"It is rather romantic here," Diana says as she glances around.
Natasha grins. "Well, it didn't really have to do with the restaurant." Diana glances at her, lips curving. "Maybe the urge to tell him will sneak up on you sooner than you think."
"Maybe," Diana says, her face brightening as Clark and Steve make their way back to them. Clark beams at her, catches her by her waist and kisses her as their name gets called for their table. He settles a hand on the small of her back as they follow the waiter, and Diana peers up at him in total adoration.
"They're great, right?" Steve asks as they follow, taking Natasha's hand and lacing their fingers together.
She hums, gives his hand a squeeze. "They are," she agrees, glancing at him. "So are you," she adds, lips twitching at the corners. She's not usually this sappy, but whatever. Steve gives her that ridiculous little grin of his, brings her hand up to kiss the tops of her knuckles.
As far as days go, this one is already pretty perfect.
