“I thought you didn’t want me" for Supercat, please! And if you can, I'd love an unusual take on the prompt like how you did the marriage one <3 PS: I love your writing!!!!
Thank you lovely! <3 I hope this is unusual enough for you!
“I Thought You Didn’t Want Me”
Cat was disappointed when she arrived at the National City Park soccer complex to find her regular pitch occupied. A tall, slender blonde stood on the sidelines with a soccer ball tucked under her arm, cheering on the players on the field. Cat recognized her and smiled a bit to herself.
“Room for one more?” Cat spun her own ball on her finger for a second.
The woman tilted her head and Cat enjoyed the little thrill that ran through her at the woman’s easy smile and the way she tucked her lower lip between her teeth in open, instant admiration. An amused laugh bubbled from somewhere deep in her chest and she raised her eyebrows. “I’m not sure you could keep up.”
It was then Cat recognized her. She wasn’t about to argue with a professional, so she shrugged and retreated a little further down the sideline, tossing a saucy little “Pity,” over her shoulder as she went. She stopped and turned, deciding not to let the recognition slide. “Tell me, what brings the star forward of the National City Strikers to a pickup game at the park on Sunday afternoon?”
Oh, she was adorable when she didn’t know what to say, away from the cameras and her team and the flush of victory. Cat found herself smitten. “Oh yes, I know exactly who you are, Kara Danvers,” and without allowing her to respond, she walked a few dozen yards to an open space between pitches.
Cat dropped her ball to the ground, executing a series of tricks and dribbles that would impress even the cockiest of pro players. Cat was careful not to look Kara’s direction, but her peripheral vision told her all she needed to know. Cat bounced the ball from one foot to the other, twice on each knee off her head and caught it on the back of her neck. She looked up to see Kara’s startling blue eyes shining with surprise. She ducked under the ball and caught it once again, tucking it back under her arm. She tossed her hair and cocked her hip.
Kara jogged to her. “Maybe the same thing that brings the Queen of All Media to the neighborhood soccer fields on a Sunday afternoon?”
“Well, I, uh, think we might have room at fullback for a sub?”
“Oh really,” Cat countered. “I thought you didn’t want me.”
“I didn’t realize you were so…”
“What... Good? Active?” Cat kicked the ball to Kara, which she caught just before it drilled her nose. “Not old?”
“Yes, it is,” Cat insisted. “But that’s okay. I’ll prove you wrong. Take the field, striker, and see if you can get past this old fullback. You score, and I’ll treat you to the finest dinner money can buy. I stop you, and you let me put you on the cover of CatCo.”
Kara’s eyes flashed. “Deal, Miss Grant.” She tossed the ball back to Cat, gave her shin guards a tug and took her place midfield.
