omg is it request time? Yay! Modern AU! Carver taking Merrill to go see the Avengers. Maybe there’s cosplay involved. GO. :)
Oh Carver stop being so embarrassed you’re totally into the tshirt…
Aaah I just saw this now! Thank you for messaging me about it I would have missed this gem!
I am going to put it into my Drafts so I can look upon it always
this is just wonderful, I love all the little details (the bicep! Mrs. Marethari! looking at her lips! AND GARRET OMG you would and the car and hammers and oooh maker)
asdfdfbgg Let me just melt into a puddle of gratitude and fffft man I would really love to see this story continued that involves hemlet-grabbing
or you know I can just draw it and leave it up to imagination that works too
betcha dont think its such a silly getup NOW huh Carver? This is worth dealing with your brother
AUGH! I love it! So here’s a sequel (of sorts) to this:
Carver had been wrong: Garrett hadn’t planned on sitting next to him and Merrill at the theater. Oh no, his troll of an older brother sat behind them instead.
“Don’t you think you’re taking this chaperone joke too far?” Carver hissed, not even caring anymore if Merrill overheard.
Garrett grinned viciously before rearranging his expression into one of mock horror.
“Never,” he gasped, splaying his hand over his heart. “It’s my solemn duty to be your lord and cockblock.”
Next to him, Anders choked on his soda.
“Our solemn duty,” amended Garrett. “Sorry, Anders. Not leaving you out. Don’t be angry.”
“You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry,” offered Anders.
“You’re walking home,” growled Carver. “Both of you.”
“Yeah right. Like I’d leave you two alone.” Garrett slung an arm easily around Anders, who shifted closer. “You’re not showing her your hammer again on my watch.”
Suddenly, Merrill slapped Carver’s bare bicep, her palm making a loud, unmistakable crack in the hushed theater.
“Carver!” she snapped, her eyes still glued to the screen. “Tease your brother later. The previews are on!”
Sheepishly, Carver turned back around and settled in his seat. Rubbing his stinging arm, he tried to ignore the snickers behind him—but it was easier said than done, especially when Garrett began kicking the back of Carver’s seat in time to the trailers’ swelling music.
As the last preview finished and the lights dimmed, Carver began to turn toward Merrill, only to stop short when he realized her mouth was much closer to his than he’d originally thought.
“Isn’t this great?” she whispered. Her breath fluttered on his cheek.
A piece of popcorn pelted the back of Carver’s neck.
“Awesome,” he grunted.
The movie went uneventfully enough, much to Carver’s dismay. Every time he tried to take Merrill’s hand or even shift closer to her, he’d be met with a shower of popcorn, or obnoxious soda-slurping noises, or Garrett’s whispered yet piercing commentary on the movie. Once, when Carver finally heard tell-tale smacking sounds behind him and thought his brother sufficiently distracted, he almost managed to get his arm around Merrill—only to have Garrett’s boot abruptly kick the back of his seat.
“That’s it.” Carver stood and wheeled on his brother. “Quit it, you—“
Carver’s voice died in his throat. As quickly as he had stood up, he sat back down again.
“Goddammit, Garrett,” he said, face burning. “You’re in a public theater.”
“Science boyfriends,” Garrett reminded him, and kicked the back of Carver’s seat again, this time on purpose.
“Carver, quit it, you’re missing the movie,” hissed Merrill. Steve Rogers was on screen, looking baffled by something, and she sighed happily. “Isn’t this just the best ever?”
“Awesome,” he mumbled.
Merrill’s house was on the way home from the theater. Carver parked as far as he could from her front door and still be in her driveway. Then he rushed out to open her door for her and walk her inside.
“Stay,” he commanded Garrett, who grinned back at him from the back seat.
“I’ll make sure he does,” Anders said with a smirk.
When they’d gotten some distance from the car, Merrill finally spoke. “I don’t know why you encourage him.”
“Me? Encourage him?” Carver felt his face grow hot again. “He’s the one who crashed our date, remember?”
“He only does it because you react,” she said, frowning. “If you just ignored him—“
“—he’d go away? Hah.” He shook his head emphatically. “You obviously don’t know Garrett. Ignoring him just makes him work harder.”
They walked a moment in silence. “Why do you let him get under your skin anyway?”
Carver frowned. “What? I-I don’t let him—“
“I mean, you’re bigger than he is. Stronger. Smarter. Better looking.” Merrill continued, rattling off the compliments like she was reading a grocery list. “You don’t have to feel inferior to him just because he’s older than you.”
Carver tried to come up with some witty response, or any response at all, but found he was having enough trouble just to remembering how to breathe.
“You really think,” he eventually managed, “I’m smart?”
Merrill smiled gently, her cheeks wrinkling the edges of her mask. “Of course. You fixed your car up from scrap, didn’t you? And they don’t make just anybody captain of the football team.”
Carver didn’t have the heart to remind her that he only became captain because Cullen sprained his ankle. Especially not when she was looking at him like that, her lips slightly parted, eyes wide and earnest.
“Merrill,” he murmured past the pain in his chest. “I think you’re really—nice.”
Carver grimaced. Nice? Nice? Thank the Maker Garrett was out of earshot. He’d laugh at him for that one for the next five years, at least.
But—Merrill wasn’t laughing at him. She wasn’t doing much of anything, really, just staring at him with those huge green eyes, pupils as wide as oceans.
Suddenly she laid a hand on his cheek. Startled, Carver flinched back from the gentle touch.
“Oh no you don’t,” she murmured.
In one swift motion, she grabbed both sides of his helmet and tugged him down, down, their mouths not so much meeting as colliding. Her lips were warm against his, soft, reassuring.
The kiss lasted only a moment, or forever, Carver couldn’t be sure.
“There,” she murmured when they broke apart. “Now wasn’t that great?”
“Awesome,” he agreed, and tugged her close again.