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Arthur Kirkland led a perfectly normal life. He has three older brothers and although they fought and had constantly bullied him as they grew up they held a deep protectiveness towards him- not that he needed their protection. He had moved to the States from upstanding England in order to pursue his dreams. Now, five years later he was a well respected lawyer at his firm and was usually favored by his boss. He had been in a committed relationship of three years with his beloved lover, Alfred F. Jones who he loved deeply and shared a beautiful apartment with his boyfriend amongst the skylines of Manhattan. All in all his life was quite uneventful although he would occasionally start a fight with his Frenchman colleague though it was never something Francis didn’t deserve in his opinion. So yes, a perfectly normal life.
Alfred F. Jones did not lead a normal life and his lover had no idea whatsoever.
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Arthur sighed as he finally stepped into his apartment. The dark storm raging outside did little to help his mood. He would never get used to the monsters that seemed to accompany his line of work.
Judging by the dark state of their house Arthur supposed Alfred wasn’t back from his office yet, tired as he was he still decided to wait up for the American. He took a shower and changed into his pyjamas. He curled up on their couch and switched the TV on, setting it to the news not really minding much what it said as he focused on his book. My lord, did he wish modern writers would write beautifully crafted poems like the old writers of Ancient Times, and just as Achilles got to know about the death of his dear Patroclus the TV caught his attention once more.
“Breaking News, few hours have passed since New York’s finest hero Captain A has once again managed to thwart the Puppet Master from trying to disrupt international conferences at the United Nations Headquarters. The villain and hero engaged in serious combat as the Captain desperately yet successfully managed to stop the Puppet Master from trying to flood the Headquarters. The military did not take long to assist the hero in his efforts and policemen and firemen ensured that civilians were not caught in the crossfire. This was the Puppet Master’s boldest move yet as he deliberately tried to cause an international crisis by trying to cause harm to the delegates assembled for the United Nations General Assembly. Statements are expected to be provided soon at the press conference being shortly held at the lobby. We will now switch to Leanne who is on scene with witnesses and personnel and will later cover the press conference in length.”
Arthur closed his book. Now, engrossed he carefully watched as witnesses began to recount the heroic struggle. So much so, he did not notice his lover enter their flat.
“Arthur?” Alfred called softly to the man who startled at his voice.
Alfred went to sit beside the smaller blond and wrapped his arms around his waist. Arthur hummed and nuzzled against his shoulder placing a kiss against his jaw, “welcome back love” was whispered into his skin.
Alfred smiled down at him before kissing his hair once again and they nuzzled at each other until the news station caught Arthur’s attention once again. Alfred watched, amused, as his boyfriend’s eyes focused on the TV. Talk of the devil and he shall appear indeed Alfred thought with a small huff. Alfred however did not want to reminisce on his earlier activities and with subtle touches and feathery kisses soon managed to distract his lover from the blaring TV.
After all, Arthur had no idea whatsoever that the infamous Captain A was the same person who was pounding him into the couch.
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Alfred F. Jones did not lead a conventionally normal life. His parents had found him in a crashed ship outside their southern home and had not hesitated to raise him alongside their own son, to the world his twin, Mathew Williams. For it was quite true to the fact that they did look like twins, a rare coincidence or a purposeful manifestation due to his powers Alfred did not know but he would like to think it was destiny as frankly shape-shifting was not among his various skills.
His mother would say he had been blessed with powers but seeing to the high chance that he was indeed extraterrestrial Alfred worried. He was capable of superhuman strength and speed. He could fly at crazy fast speeds and had not yet reached his limit. He was also capable of superhuman hearing and sight. He was also fairly certain he was invincible for no mortal weapon or structure had been able to scratch him so far. Throughout his childhood all of his powers were revealed to him and his family in increasingly distressing ways.
An errant bullet shot showcased his invulnerability when it did not pierce him. An unfortunate robbery revealed his superhuman senses. A crashing truck exposed his unnatural strength and speed. And a terrifying fall allowed him to fly.
When he eventually moved to NewYork City he had been troubled. With a place so crowded he could not use his powers, or “gifts” as his mother would say, without someone seeing. After a year of going stir crazy his brother proposed a plan and thus Captain A was born.
Before he met Arthur most of his time was spent not only patrolling New York but the world. He kept his ears sharp and his eyes sharper ready to intervene wherever he could from any major disasters or if he managed to detect anything minor. As he caught falling planes, saved disastrous crashes from occurring, prevented the collapse of buildings and rescued people left and right, Captain A soon became a household name of wonder.
Alfred loved helping people he truly did. It gave him a sense of purpose, it gave him joy, it made him believe that truly wherever he had come from, it didn’t matter because Earth needed him, his powers were helping people. His job as a high-tech engineer at Beilschimdt Enterprises gave him a comfortable material life but his hero work was what kept his soul sane.
Alfred had saved Arthur while he was in civilian clothes. The young short man was almost mugged and though ferocious wasn’t quite a match for the three burly men who had cornered him. Alfred had done quick work to dispose of them however and as soon as he made eye contact with those emerald eyes framed with thick eyelashes and thicker eyebrows all nestled within the most enchanting face with rose soft lips and hair of mussed up spun gold, he knew he was in love.
Three years later and he was living with the man of his dreams. Alfred knew he was a coward. He knew he should tell Arthur who he truly was. Arthur was amazing and would accept him. He was scared. He did not want to expose Arthur to the dangers of his lifestyle. He didn’t know what he would do if anything happened to Arthur he could not, would not allow it. He loved the little British man with all of his heart and soul and he’d be damned if anyone tried to hurt him.
Alfred F. Jones did not lead a normal life and his lover had no idea whatsoever.