#supershield

Clark Kent and Steve Rogers also known as their super hero names Superman and Captain America respectively even though they love the people love them and their heroic deeds sometimes it gets overwhelming so they usually go outside in their civilian clothes and identities to not attract any attention and that's how they met Peter Parker a cute photographer for the daily planet and also a Intern for Stark Industries

and for how they've met Peter

for Clark they've met in the daily planet cus duh he works there and of course Clark tried to be friendly with the new guy introducing himself and looked like Peter is glad approached him cus he doesn't where anything is in here since y'know it's his first day and Clark gladly helps him and after every shift they hang out going to cafes and just chatting or walking to parks and spots that Peter hasn't gone through before and Clark doesn't know why but his heart always gets warm when he hangs out with Peter but he doesn't pay mind to it and after a few days passed they've gotten close to the point Clark realizes he has feelings for Peter and god is he fucked

and for Steve he met Peter was when was in the tower when he stopped the elevator from closing so this cute boy could enter and he was out of breath but thanked Steve nonetheless and that's where they separate but they do interact again when they ate lunch together since the cafeteria was literally empty so they decide to eat on the same table chatting and Steve liking Peter's personality and intrigued on his interest like Legos and star wars and they decide to give each other's numbers to know if they wanna hangout again and after a few hangouts Steve also started to form feelings for Peter and he's also fucked

but for Peter he feels so guilty that he has fallen for 2 handsome guys and was not prepared when he brought along Steve to the cafe that him and Clark agreed to meet and it's just 3 of them in awkward silence Peter worried the 2 might be get a little hostile to one another but... surprisingly they didn't they just asked each other basic questions and after that Peter and Clark bid farewell but not before Steve saying it was nice to meet Clark and vice verse and after that the 3 of them started to hang out more and more and they eventually turned into a throuple :3

Prompt: Campfire Pairing: Clark Kent/Steve Rogers

"I still think it's cheating." Steve grins, watching Clark roll his eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry that the 'Star-Spangled Man With a Plan' couldn't get the flint working."

"Wow, do people still know about that one? I kinda thought that one would die off. It's a bit of a mouthful."

"I was just a very good history student."

"Aren't you a reporter? Shouldn't you be more interested in current events?"

"You are current." Clark laughs. "But also, you've got to know where you've been to know where you're going, right?"

"Then I guess I must know that better than anyone." Steve clicks his teeth, shooting Clark a grin. His face must be funny, because Clark snorts in an effort to stifle his giggles.

Blame @capnwinghead for whatever this is. 

TW: Very brief mention of blood in the first line. 

He hit the ground hard enough to spit blood for the third time and Clint crowed from the sidelines, delighted. 

"How's it feel to be one of us again, Cap?" The archer snorted in amusement, plucking at the fletching he was working into a new arrow stem. Steve groaned and rolled over, staring up at the ceiling and watching the strip lights dance in his blurry vision. 

"Feels great. Bit of emasculation is good for the soul," he wheezed back, and blinked when the lights became a set of bright, sunny-sky eyes and an apologetic, lopsided smile. 

"I have yet to meet a match for my abilities beyond Kryptonite, Captain. Don't take it too hard."

"He's takin' something hard, alright," Clint drawled, gaze shifting pointedly, and Steve felt about blindly for the shield before tossing it halfheartedly in the direction of his fellow Avenger, cheeks blazing. 

He couldn't control what got his gears turning; sue him. It wasn't unconventional for being smacked around to ignite fuses of varying result. 

He closed his eyes and let himself catch his breath, trying desperately to ignore the figure leaning over him. It had been two weeks since a rupture in the multiverse had thrown Clark Kent into the midst of their New York, and while Doctor Strange searched for a way to shunt him back to his own reality, the God-like alien had become a fast favourite amongst The Avengers.

Even if he did make more or less all of them feel like runts. Thor still hadn’t recovered from their little spat a week ago, and retreated to Asgard to lick his wounds and search desperately for a way to send Clark back home. 

“I could watch this all day, Kent. Hey; can you send him spinning again? It makes my heart feel good,” Clint hummed from the side, and Steve let his head loll, squinting a glare across at him. 

“Shut it, or I’ll tell Bucky to put you in the dog-house for a week."

Clint’s expression fell. “You wouldn’t. Man, I just got dick privileges back after Moscow!”

Steve sent off his best try me face, and Clint’s expression twisted before the archer scrambled up, jogging off to presumably get his cheeks clapped just for the principle of it. Steve let out a breath and turned his gaze back upwards, jolting in surprise when he realised Clark was still leaning over him, watching the exchange (him) with a soft, gentle amusement. 

“Your world isn’t so different from mine,” the other man murmured, head tilting slightly. Steve pulled a face. God forbid; he’d rather someone like Ultron than a deranged maniac clown. He’d never liked clowns in the first place, in all honesty.

Clark reached a hand down towards him and Steve took it, shuffling to brace a foot against the floor. It was a shot in the dark but he twisted at the last minute and attempted to haul Clark down, but the alien barely moved an inch, head tilting unsettlingly, smirk lifting. 

“Worth a try,” Steve reasoned with a shameless shrug. Clark gave a soft hum in response and shifted, the flex of his muscles the only indicator of his intention before Steve’s world spun like a fairground ride and he found himself upright, pressed against Clark’s chest. It was dizzying and he took a moment to recenter himself with a breath, blinking into those ensnaring rings of blue. 

Who knew an alien could be so attractive? 

“Does it bother you?” Clark asked after a moment, head tipping, eyes roaming his face curiously. They were still holding hands, still pressed together and it took Steve a moment to be able to make a questioning sound low in his throat. 

“Me being stronger. Unbreakable. Does that bother you?” 

“I’ve met many men stronger than me. Many who aren’t men. I wasn’t always like this." 

“I know. I can see it, inside you. So much blue." And wasn’t that disconcerting? Steve pulled and face and then pulled away, rolling his shoulders. 

Lol, I actually might have time to write it soon! I’m glad you like it 😄 I really like the concept, too!