Chapter Text
Several Years Later
You were cooking in your little kitchenette. It was well past two in the morning, and Jason would be coming home soon, so you had wanted a late dinner ready for him. You stirred the noddles before turning off the stove and strain them out of the boiling water, then tossing them into the pot that held the recently finished sauce. You hummed along with the music that you were playing as you stirred the food and started adding a few different spices here and there. Jason was helping you get better at cooking, which you were grateful for. As you was a bit out of your league when it came to cooking for the two of you.
“Hey Babe,” Jason called walked into the apartment, he loosened the Black tie around his neck,” Man, am I glad to be home.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he kicked off his shoes, “ If I have one more shameless middle aged socialite try to get me drunk, I might burn the Gala Hall down.”
You laughed,” Bruce wouldn’t let either of those things happen,” You reminded him and peeked around the corner to see his head nod in agreement while he snorted. You guessed it was the Psychologist in you, as that had ended up becoming your major. But college was just a few years behind me. You retreated into the kitchen and pulled a spoon out of the silverware. You pulled the large stirring spoon out and dipped it in“I’m glad your home.” You turned to him as he entered the kitchen,” I tried the spaghetti recipe! Try!”
Jason smiled and caught your wrist and guided it to his mouth. Tasting the sauce, he let out an ‘mmmm’ before he licked his lip,” You did good Y/N, that’s your best try yet!”
You beamed with pride,” Go get changed babe! I’ll make you a bowl.”
Jason pulled you close as he kissed your cheek,” A woman after my own heart.”
“This woman already got it,” You giggled, glancing down at your wedding rings.
“Ah, that’s true,” Jason sighed and he gave you a squeeze before he went to go change. You went to make him a bowl of fresh spaghetti, and decided to opt for a glass of water instead as You didn’t have the crazy, intense metabolism that all superheroes get from working out so much. Jason returned dressed in his sweats and an old t-shirt, and you frankly thought he looked much more appealing.
“Hey babe,” You asked as he settled onto the counter (one of his favorite seats) and You leaned up against his leg, “I wanted to ask you about something…”
Jason slurred up some noodles before he nodded, “What about hun?”
“… Kids…” You replied, thinking back to how Jack was moving into the third grade room on Sunday, and while You couldn’t work full time at the church anymore, you did love volunteering when you could. Jason went pale and he set his bowl down. You quickly added, “Not like soon or anything. Just your opinion, I know you like hanging out with Percy when you come to church with me but-” Your voice dropped off as it died in your throat. This had been the other shoes that had been hanging in the air, and you were the one that dropped it.
Jason hopped down from the counter and stood close to you, he was hesitant to hug you, hesitant to make you feel cornered. So, you reached out, and wrapped your arms around his hips and pulled him forwards. That was when he snaked his own arms around you as he held you close as you leaned against the counter. When he finally found his voice to break the silence, Jason said, “I do… want kids… but I want to wait. At least a few more years. “
You nodded, relived at his answer and relaxed into him. You leaned down and rested your forehead on his chest. “A few more years.” You agreed quietly. You looked back up at him and ran a hand down his face, “I’m good with waiting a few more years.”
Jason smiled, “Was that all you wanted to talk to me about?”
“Yeah. I’m good now.” You nodded, as you went to start putting up the spaghetti and Jason started eating his own. As You were putting the leftovers in the fridge, You remembered something else that needed to be talked about, “Oh?! I’ve been avoiding the news all week. How’s Ben and his Uncle’s Appeal going?”
Jason’s eyes darkened at the mention of those two. He set his empty bowl down in the sink and filled it with water. It had been a hard few years after that whole escapade. Everyone had finally thought they’d had gotten through with it, after the first trial when You had to go to testify (along with Yelena and Patricia) and there was a media circus because of who your soulmate was. With this appeal being requested at the behest of the two’s attorney, You had gone back underground, it was deemed the safest option for you, and was also the reason you hadn’t gone to the gala.
Jason wrapped his arms around you, as if shielding you from the world, “So far? I think it’s going to get struck down,” He grit his teeth as he rinsed out his bowl and scrubbed at it a bit too hard with the brush, “ I also think they’re going to waste all their appeals and then we won’t have to worry about Bekov, as he likely won’t be a problem with all of his racketeering charges. I’m hoping Ben takes a shiv before his 20 years is up.” He finished put his bowl and fork into the dishwasher.
You swatted Jason arm as he reached for the dish towel to dry his hands, “You don’t mean that,” You protested weakly, even though you both knew he did.
“I do,” He said simply, and though you weren’t a fan of his more morbid/realist side. You had learned to live with it/accept it. His eyes were stormy as he ran his hand along your back. You couldn’t help but place your own hand where his tattoo was, your horrible chicken scratch hidden by his shirt.
“I know.” You sighed and crossed your arms “Just don’t arrange it, okay? He can get into enough trouble that’ll warrant it without you OR anyone you know speeding up the process. Promise?”
Jason sighed and begrudgingly let out a growl that went into a regular tone, “Fine… I promise.”
You smiled, and leaned up to kiss his jaw, “Thank you! Now, I’m ready to check out for the night. Are you?”
Jason smirked and reached for me again, “I don’t know babe, all this talk about babies-” As he spoke his hands went lower and lower-
You swatted his arm again, “You’re the worst! We are not jackrabbits Jason! The neighbors have already complained three times this-”
He smiled as he pulled away, holding his hands up his hands in surrender, “Alright, alright…. How about in the morning when they go to work? Bruce gave me the next few days off~.”
You giggled, and shook your head, “We’ll see, babe, we’ll see.”
Jason gently took your hand and lead you to your room, practically skipping, “Well, then what are we waiting for! Let’s get to bed!”