dialogue prompt for Sam/Maria: "I wish you'd told me first."
had no idea what to do with this for nearly a year. but now i do
When Maria joined SWORD, she was just expecting the usual problems: space travel, aliens without visas, and maybe Sharon coming back and annoying her about the “necessary” cappuccino machine in her office.
She wasn’t expecting to be on the personal team to help Sam Wilson adjust to being Cap.
This was...odd. It was weird for everyone. But she could roll with weird, so she asked Sam if he knew how to throw it like a Frisbee yet, or if his arm strength wasn’t there yet.
“Oh ha, ha, so funny,” Sam says, rolling his eyes. “Of course I know how, I’m badass. I am Captain America after all.”
Maria doesn’t say anything about the look in his eyes when he says that, like he’s so afraid that someone will tell him he’s not.
And people will.
Steve going back in time is on an extremely strict need-to-know basis.
You can’t tell civilians there are alternate timelines or else you get a mess of epic proportions and the news coverage will not stop blaring no matter where you go, and sometimes Maria likes going to coffee shops for peace and quiet and the occasional croissant.
Barnes is...Maria likes him. A lot, actually. He’s not what the history books painted him as, and he looks at situations like she does: carefully, and with the goal in mind.
Sam is a lot like Steve, which is...stress-inducing.
She had remembered when Sam had practically launched himself out of the old DC quarters and nearly died if not for the placement of the helicopter, and he’s not slowing down any time soon.
Hayward is getting on her about it and if she’s being completely honest, she’s about to pull experience rank and tell him to fuck off and focus just completely on getting his head out of his ass.
Sam is doing fine, considering every single circumstance he’s been put into and the minor PR fiasco by challenging Spider-Man to get his ass kicked.
“I’m going to kill you,” Maria says when Sam picks her up from the airport. She had to travel because somebody told her that she’d be needed on a mission, and Sam was too stubborn to tell her.
“We’re fine. Bucky and Sharon can help me.”
“Well too damn bad, you’re getting Hill,” Maria says.
“I wish I could take you seriously without the neon pink tank top you’re working with,” Sam says, grinning. “I think the brightest color I’ve ever seen you in is forest green.”
“False, I was at the party that Ultron crashed, you saw me there,” Maria says. “And I don’t do warm weather. I had to buy this last-minute, so you’re lucky.”
“You’ll need some other items if we’re gonna get anything done,” Sam mentions.
“Fuck me,” she mutters.
“Maybe later,” Sam responds lightly, and she gives him an eyebrow raise. He just shrugs and asks if she has a suitcase, which of course she does.
-
Sharon greets her with a smile and asking if she wants a beer.
“What kind is it?”
“Local stuff. Supposed to be hoppy.”
“Ugh, fuck that,” Maria groans. “I’m not doing the shitty IPA beer. Who bought that?”
“Me, and it’s good,” Bucky mentions from the couch. He’s a little worse for wear: it looks like he’s a day into his recuperation from the last mission. “How you doing, Hill?”
“Better than you,” she mentions. “What are we dealing with?”
Sharon fills her in, and Sam is reluctant to let her come.
“Director’ll kick my ass if you get hurt. I’ll kick my ass if you get hurt.”
“Quit worrying about me,” Maria says, pushing down the feeling of warmth that Sam’s statement gave her. “And if the director says shit, tell him to shove his boot up his own little-”
“Okay, let’s not get riled up over this,” Sharon says. “Bucky and I were surveilling a little bit of it from the ground, Sam over here had a lovely aerial view. So let’s get a plan...”
It’s a weapons shipment. Some old SHIELD stock that fell into the wrong hands and is falling faster and faster.
“You miss it?” Sam asks her later that night. They’ve made a meal, and Maria is completely real, she can’t remember the last time she cooked with friends.
(That’s a lie. It was after SHIELD fell and Natasha and her...well. It’s over and done with now.)
“Of course,” Maria says. “SHIELD was my life. It was my first real job and I loved it.”
“You think SWORD can do that?”
“Depends on if Hayward resigns,” Maria says. “I never got to enjoy working with Rambeau.”
“Was she the director?”
“The founder,” Maria says, smiling. “I had met her a couple times. She was close with Director Fury, personal friends with Captain Marvel. Died some years back. Her daughter is back now, helping with some confusion in New Jersey.”
“What’s happening in New Jersey?”
“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” Maria says. “But let’s focus on this mission, and get it done.”
“You think we’re entitled to some time off after this one?” Sam asks.
“If we’re lucky,” Maria says. “Why?”
“Wondering if you wanted to go to dinner with me,” Sam says.
Just as easy as that.
Maria looks over at him.
“It’s optional,” Sam goes on, clearly a bit worried. “Did I ruin this, or...?”
“No, no you didn’t,” Maria says, grinning. “But we don’t need to have time off for dinner.”
“No, but we’ll need it for other things,” Sam says, waggling his eyebrows. “Like getting you out of that godawful pink top.”
“Oh like you actually care,” Maria says sarcastically.
“The color? No. Getting it off? Yes.”
Maria snorts, getting up off the porch.
“Well come on, you insufferable romantic. We need to head to bed and get some sleep before tomorrow.”
Sam smiles, accepting her hand to get up.
“But you still want dinner, right?”
“Everyone wants dinner, especially with a good date,” Maria says. “But I’m not doing pizza.”
“What, no pizza?”
“Reserved for extenuating circumstances,” Maria says. “Goodnight, Sam.”
“Well, what about Mexican?”
“...maybe.”
“Chinese?”
“Could also work, we’ll see what we’re feeling tomorrow,” Maria. “If not injured and sore.”
She waves at the door at him, smiling to herself as she enters the room.
Sharon’s sharing the room, and snorts at her.
“So, you and Sam finally asked each other out instead of doing that weird flirty thing you do?”
“What weird flirty thing?”
“Where you pretend like you don’t let him get away with literally everything and he pretends like he doesn’t look at you like you invented the world?”
“He doesn’t look at me like that,” Maria mutters.
“You need to go to the eye doctor’s.”
“So do you.”
“Hey!”
She shrugs off her outfit of the day, changing into comfy pajamas.
Sharon’s dozed off, and Maria follows her in sleep, smiling to herself.
(On the other side of the house they’re staying in, Sam is threatening Bucky with suffocation by pillow if he doesn’t shut up about Maria.
Bucky is taunting him and saying that since Maria and he are friends if Sam kills him, he’ll never get that first date.)
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the only thing better than distracting myself from studying is distracting someone else, so A Prompt: #154. “I’m a fallen angel.”and #157. “Shut the hell your mouth.” for sam/maria hill, maybe?
Maria was having a good day. A great day, in fact. She had not talked to anyone all morning, people had answered her emails and done the task required, and Fury hadn’t done any bullshit surprise-missions on the last spot that made her curse and not be able to drink her mocha.
So it only stands to reason that of course there’s a guy who wasn’t there before land in her apartment, be confused, but recognize her.
Of course, he doesn’t like the fact that she has a gun pointed right at him.
“Don’t,” he says.
“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!”
“I’m a fallen angel,” the guy answers.
“Shut the hell your mouth,” Maria hisses, words not even making grammatical sense. It’s clear that he picks up on that, chuckling. “Explain yourself. Because I swear to god if this is one of those end-of-heaven scenarios, I’m kicking you out and recommending medical help.”
“I’m serious!” the guy says. “My name is Sam Wilson, and it’s not technically a heaven-or-hell situation.”
“What is the technicality?”
“I’m not what you would call an angel. More of a guardian. I look after you and a couple of other people around. Just to make sure nothing gets fucked up. But something did and I got kicked out because of it.”
“So is there something that needs...help with?”
“Eh, I’m just gonna stage a rebellion and maybe cause the end of a brutal system based on unfair judgment. You in?”
Maria decides “why not.”
Sam is impressed that she has friends.
“They’re not friends,” Maria scowls.
“No, we definitely are,” Clint says. “She just calls us ‘disappointments’ affectionately.”
“Your experiences are not the same,” Natasha says, rolling her eyes. She looks over at Sam. “So, do I get to kill God?”
“We’re not really...dealing with that type of religion here.”
“Shame. I think I could’ve done it.”
Maria is surprised at how...nice Sam is. He’s genuinely nice. He remembers her coffee order and asks about her day and she likes finding out new stuff about him.
He doesn’t like cilantro but eats it anyway because he doesn’t like asking for no-clinatro at restaurants, enjoys learning new things, and doesn’t like learning anything about the 2000s.
“A man of taste, how grand,” Sharon teases. “Maria, do me a favor and show him the hair trends. Start with frosted tips.”
Sam is horrified.
They sit on the roof together in the early mornings, watching the sun rise.
“One thing I missed about earth,” Sam says. “That and looking at the stars from ground level. Hits different, you know?”
“I see,” Maria says, leaning her arms against her knees. “You ever wanna go back?”
“No,” Sam says. “Found too many great people right where I am.”
It’s the start of something. Maria’s not sure what. But she finds that she doesn’t mind it as much as she thought she would.
au prompt: Maria Hill/Sam Wilson + child of the president/secret service bodyguard au
Sam was a grown man, and he really didn’t appreciate the fact that his father was making him have a bodyguard follow him around.
“You know how dangerous my job can be,” his father said over the phone. “They’re sending someone over. She’s inconspicuous.”
“Please tell me you didn’t tell her to stay at my home,” Sam begs. “Please.”
“You have the guest room for a reason!” Mama says in the background. “And it’s not just for your extra junk that accumulates!”
Sam wants to say it’s exactly for that, and they did not tell him that his now-unnamed bodyguard would be coming over.
“She’s nice,” Dad says. “Real hard worker, intense. She could probably kill Putin if she really wanted to.”
“That’s so reassuring,” Sam mutters. “If I die, let’s hope Putin doesn’t come with me.”
Maria doesn’t know what to think. She thought maybe Sam would be a college kid or something like that. Not someone her own age.
When she had been in the Oval Office, (the Oval damn Office, by the way) the president had had her sit down in the new chairs.
“I’m a danger to this place,” he says. He doesn’t make any fuss about it. It just is how it is. “And I know that there are a lot of people who don’t like me and who won’t like my family. Now, I need my son to be safe. I don’t care how it happens, I don’t care what you do, so long as I never have to hear about someone coming after my son.”
So she packs her bags (and at least two knickknacks) and heads for the address.
It’s a nice house, all things considered.
And then...Sam Wilson. The president’s son. And one hell of a fine-looking man.
“I’m Agent Maria Hill,” she says, shaking his hand. “I’ll be protecting you, but more importantly shopping for my own groceries.”
Sam laughs at that. She was worried, sometimes that joke sticks and sometimes it doesn’t. (Natasha it’s something about “timing” but Maria will continue to make that joke at any point in time.)
“So...how’d you to get to be where you are?” Sam asks. “What made you decide to protect the president?”
"I like a challenge,” Maria answers. “And what’s the hardest challenge than protecting the leader of a country?”
They get to talking, and Sam talks about his work in the VA, different people he runs into, and the conversation shifts from there.
So, not a bad start. But she’s still living in his home, has a jawline that is so sharp he feels dizzy, and looks to kill.
Basically, he can’t really tell Bucky or Steve that he has the most-his-type-in-a-long-time person in his house, living with him. Because that would be weird.
The first few months are awkward. Sometimes they have to explain that they’re roommates with the “oh...roommates” clear as day in the tone of voice. Sam tells Steve and Bucky, both in the security business under Stark Industries. That was her second job choice.
And then, they start getting comfier. Maria gets her Netflix set up, and Sam catches the tail end of just one of those British dramas that isn’t up to much, just tea and a bit of murder.
They make fun of teen soap operas together, and then they start wearing more casual clothes. Maria isn’t afraid to flaunt her “Disco World 1972″ shirt she got from a garage sale that she finds hilarious.
An added bonus may or may not be when Sam doesn’t know that she’s awake and he gets back from his run with Steve, and well...
She’s professional. She can’t add too many details to what she tells Sharon when they have their Girls’ Night on Saturday.
It’s unprofessional, everything about this.
But what they do outside the White House doesn’t exactly have to be public knowledge.
“So what you’re telling me,” Sam says one night. “Is that you absolutely cannot tell me if Area 51 doesn’t exist?”
“Not officially,” Maria says. “Also not unofficially.”
“Spying,” Sam says.
“No, I’d just get fired,” Maria says. “But maybe that.”
Sam doesn’t say anything in any certain terms, but it is transparent that he and Maria have something more.
So when she gets called into his father’s office, she’s expecting the worse.
“You’re remarkable at your job,” President Wilson says. “So much so that my son has taken a liking to you. While I can’t have you on the job officially, there will be another agent assigned at a distance.”
She grins.
“Yes Sir. Thank you.”
They both hate telling people how they met officially, although word soon gets out after the two terms that President Wilson serves are up and more about the life they led becomes public knowledge.
-first of all sam falls head over heels in LOVE with her as soon as she takes off that helmet and asks who the new guy is
-she’s rllly pretty okay
-rlly pretty
-and yeah so what? he has a thing for people who can and will roast him, and maria does do that a lot. but she never teams up with bucky, and usually will roast him first.
-they both love making fun of bucky, who is head over heels in love with sharon!
-maria takes sam out for pizza and beer and they watch women’s soccer because they’re so cool to see
-she’s not supposed to but maria tells sam about her job and about everything. she can’t help it!
-she’s so used to just having to close herself off, so it’s weird that she always gets affection from sam. she likes it, though. she loves hugs. people didn’t know that before.
-sam asks her on a date and takes her to an old-school roller skating alley because he thinks it’ll be fun
-it is! they’re both v competitive and both know how to roller skate well, so they start the limbo competition and beat everyone there
-maria loves how sam laughs. she loves him so much.
-however they have differing opinions on pizza toppings (sam’s wrong a Lot about what u put on pizza. he’s Picky)
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Length: 2452
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Maria Hill/Sam Wilson
Additional Tags: First Dates, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Slow Burn, Interracial Relationship, Interrupted Dates, Sexual Tension, Femdom, Frustration, Sexual Frustration
Summary:
Their first date, a week after everything goes to hell and both of their worlds are turned inside out, is a disaster. Their next few dates don’t go any better, and Maria starts to think that their relationship is cursed. Eventually, though, things work out.
