iamgwenslongroadhome asked: Sam Wilson and Sif friendship not ship ship (I feel like they would be awesome buds) in high school!
Track and field practice was one of the few times Sif felt normal again. She’d been away from Asgard for only a few months — such a small space of time, really — but adjusting to high school had been a feat fit for any warrior. It was exhausting.
She finished her twentieth mile — the coach didn’t even bother to give her times anymore, just waved her on — and headed for the stands.
"So, you’re from outer space, huh?"
She nearly choked on her water. The Midgardian who’d asked was a strange boy, gangly but well-liked, last she’d noticed. He was alone today — unusual — eating a sandwich while he watched everyone practice.
"I am from another realm," she agreed, gravely. "Your name is Samuel."
He looked surprised but just nodded and flopped down on the stands next to her. ”Yeah. And you’re Sif. I’ve never met an alien before.”
"I suppose you have a few well-chosen witicisms for the occasion?" It was a Midgard tradition she had not quite the patience for — the seeming requirement for telling jokes about little green men or grey skin each time they met her.
"Nah," he said, "but I do have my Grangran’s cookies. You want one?"
"… your… grangran?"
"Yeah, uh, my mom’s mom?" He opened up a Tupperware container and offered it to her. "They’ve got raisins but they’re pretty good anyway."
"… the Grand Matriarch of your family provided you with confectionaries?"
"Yep. Have one."
She selected a cookie carefully, and sat down next to him. He took a cookie himself, and when she finished hers he just shook the bag at her until she took another one.
They ate in companionable silence for almost fifteen minutes, and she could feel her shoulders easing. There were easily two dozen cookies in the bag, but between the two of them they made short work of them all. She took the last cookie — he could be quite insistent while doing nothing but wiggling a paper bag — and watched him quite thoughtfully while she ate it. ”Was there something I can do to help you, Samuel?”
"Nah. Cookies are better with two, ‘sall." He wadded up the paper bag and crammed it in the bottom of his book bag. "You going to the thing tomorrow? Community service in the park?"
"I had not intended."
"You should. It’s going to be a good time." He gave her a crooked grin. "Besides, I’m bringing more cookies."