sunny
[Image ID: a blonde woman on the left side of the image, her face past the edge of the photo so you can just see her hair and part of her neck, edited so that it’s colorized yellow and with the text sunny | supersawyer / 3k over it. End ID.]
Image Source: earliest any reverse image search board could find, it was posted on Pinterest on 2017, which is where I found it.
Title: sunny
Pairing: Supersawyer
Rating: T
Word Count: 3832.
Summary: A Supersawyer fic about Maggie realizing Kara’s secret identity and Kara having a bit of a crush on her sister’s girlfriend, requested by @hizzieluthor.
Warnings: Infidelity, one character realizing another’s sexuality without them being openly out (no outing or anything).
Created For: @lgbtqbingo, filling out “only out online”; @anyfandomgoesbingo, filling out the free space; @mfbingo, filling out “nicknames”.
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Living in National City, you get used to seeing things fly overhead. Usually Supergirl, a flash of blue radiating hope and righteousness and recklessness streaking across the sky. A glimpse of the Martian Manhunter (who waves at her when she notices now), far more helicopters than Maggie ever saw in Gotham, the occasional drone. This time is no different; Maggie even catches a glimpse of the S on her chest.
She doesn't let it distract her, but the person she's interrogating does; clear sign that he's not a native to here or, for that matter, Metropolis. "I--sorry."
"No worries, it happens," Maggie says. "So are you new in town?"
He's not on edge or else very good at hiding it, and she learns enough about the situation to safely rule him out as a suspect and give her a few more leads to work. Thankfully, to work later. It's been a long, largely frustrating day, and she's looking forward to game night more than she usually is. It helps that Alex has promised scotch, and that Kara always has more food than Maggie thinks could ever be necessary, though somehow it's all gone by the end of the night.
Smart money's on J'onn, but she has a hunch someone else is behind it.
Regardless, she's genuinely excited to clock out and get to Kara's apartment, even if board games haven't been her style since before she had her first crush.
Kara greets her and Alex with a hug; Maggie's not expecting it, but hugs back, because Little Danvers is pretty damn good at them. J'onn's also here but sticks with just a smile and nod, and Winn's too distracted by whatever nerd crap he's ranting about to notice they've walked in for at least another couple minutes.
Alex goes to set down the booze, and Kara sticks by Maggie with a smile. "Hey! It's good to see you guys."
"It's good to be here," Maggie says. "Are we hosting an army, by chance?"
True to form, there's enough pizza for an entire grade school stacked on the counter. Kara blushes and ducks her head. "Uh, just wanted to be prepared...? And they're cheaper in bulk. Plus, whatever we don't finish can go to the DEO for the people on the night shift."
Maggie blinks, surprised. It seems a little ridiculous that Alex's sister knows about the DEO, and well enough to speak of it so casually. She's a reporter. But hey, there's been no exposes yet. She shrugs and says, "Or your eyes are bigger than your stomach. No shame in it, we've all been there."
There's a loud bit of laughter from the couches at a joke Maggie didn't catch, and Kara leans in just slightly to be heard over it. "I think you might just be underestimating me."
Maggie turns to make eye contact more directly, and Kara's eyes flick up to meet her gaze from--somewhere else, maybe the food behind them. "Well, guess we'll see, won't we?"
Kara, cheeks pink, leans back again, tucking her hair behind her ear. That's--okay, it is a little hot in here, so it's definitely possible that Maggie's just reading into the gesture, but it's also possible that her gaydar failed on both Danvers sisters. Strange. She'd thought Kara had a thing for that Daxamite guy. Not that it matters anyway, because she's seeing Alex, so she heads over to sit next to the person she actually came here with.
Once James and Lena join them, everyone shuffles around to make room. Maggie ends up with a Danvers sister on either side of her, a pile of board games in front of her, and a plate full of food in her lap. All-in-all, it's a nice start to the night, even with that weird moment earlier.
The game they end up playing for most of the night is about guessing how many people have done something before everyone confesses. It's clearly more for the joy of learning about each other than winning, since they only remember to keep score every other round, but it's a hell of a lot of fun even if Maggie's pretty sure she's supposed to have enough points to win by now. She learns more about the group than she'd thought she was going to tonight; James is still logged into his ex's Netflix, Lena once broke up with someone because they were bad in bed, Kara doesn't know how to change a flat tire.
James grabs the next card when Winn, bitter about being the only one to miss the previous round, refuses to. "Have you ever catfished anyone online?"
Maggie guesses 4, and writes yes. Winn and Alex at work (which is what she'd done), and then one more to account for whichever wild card it ends up being in the group, because every time she's failed to consider that, someone's come out of left field to say yes, of course he's jumped off a cliff, he can fly.
Everyone flips their cards. Sure, enough, Winn and Alex both have a yes, as does, surprisingly, Kara.
"Kara!" Lena says, scandalized and delighted. "When did you--?"
"Okay, I wasn't lying," Kara says, refusing to meet anyone's gaze. "I just--I didn't say who I was, you know? I used a fake name but I didn't use someone else's photos or anything."
"I thought you didn't use social media?" Winn says. "Because if you do, you can follow my Twitter. It's--"
"I love you, Winn, but don't subject Kara to that. You're half my feed."
"That's--an exaggeration--"
The bickering ends up leaving Kara out entirely, focused more on whether Winn's opinions on Buffy warranted that many tweets. Kara leans back into the couch, relieved, perking up when the conversation turns to whether or not that even counts.
"It definitely doesn't," says Winn, who notably has a 3 written down. "Catfishing is, like, malicious."
"You said you've done it."
"To help save National City, it barely even counts. Except it does for the sake of the game."
"I would say it only counts as catfishing if you're actively pretending to be someone else," J'onn says. "Otherwise it's just using an alias."
"Guess that means you're cleared, Little Danvers," Maggie says, wrapping a friendly arm around her shoulder. Kara starts a little when she does, but leans into it, more than Maggie had--really intended for her to do. She's warm against Maggie's side, every point of contact soothing.
Okay, so maybe there's something to Kara being not fully heterosexual.
"You know that means you don't get a point, right?" Alex teases.
Maggie turns back to her girlfriend, grinning. "Yeah, but it also means we get to preserve your kid sister's innocence."
Kara elbows her lightly, to the point where she has to be actively holding back because she cannot actually be that weak. Sweet, Maggie guesses, even though she's pretty sure she couldn't hurt her.The game night continues on, and without noticing exactly who's the culprit, the food's almost entirely gone by the time they leave.
--
The next day, Maggie's in Strongtower Luxury Apartments, one of the worst complexes in this part of town despite its name, investigating the lead from yesterday's interrogation. The person she's talking to is on-edge, constantly glancing between her and the bedroom door, flinching whenever she moves too quickly. She tries to slow her movements as best as possible, stand between him and the door to see if he relaxes (he does) and then trying to communicate using just her expression while keeping the conversation calm.
The door creaks open behind her, and she hears the quiet hum of something powering up. Shit. The person she's talking to fully dives out of the way, but there's not enough time for Maggie to do the same before there's the sound of the gun firing.
What she does have is just enough time to think oh, I'm going to die before there's a slam of force against her right side and she feels herself being pushed to the side and to safety. It's not the first time Supergirl's saved her life, as she's lived in National City for more than a week, but it is her first time being saved directly. She's warm, soft and unyielding all at once, powerful in a way that takes Maggie's breath away, a little.
Supergirl sets her down with surprising gentleness before turning to the person with the gun. They're trying to front bravado, but their hands are shaking too much to aim the thing. Maggie's sure she could talk the guy down if Supergirl gives her a chance to, but, of course, she doesn't, speeding forward, ripping the gun out of his hands, and cuffing him before he can so much as take a step back.
With that, Supergirl looks at Maggie with a quick smile before turning to the person who lives here. "Are you alright?"
"Yes," he says, eyes wide and adoring like every civilian who hasn't had a chance to see Supergirl up-close. "Thank you! I--that was amazing!"
"I'm just happy I could help," Supergirl says. "Sorry about your window."
Maggie's frankly surprised she had the restraint to not make a hero-sized hole in the wall, but the person who's going to have to pay for the damages doesn't seem to mind, still looking up at her with an expression just-short of worshipful. "It's alright. Thank you, Supergirl!"
With an eyeroll that she hopes neither of them notice, Maggie brings the person Supergirl cuffed out of the apartment, reading them their rights. Normally, this would've pissed her off enough that she would've straight-up apologized about the way they were apprehended, but they did try to kill her, so. Her magnanimity only goes so far. To her surprise, though, Supergirl doesn't fly up, up, and away immediately, instead floating back through the man's window and hovering by the squad car.
"Are you alright, Officer?"
Maggie blinks at her, surprised. "Uh--give me one second." After getting her probable perp settled in the car, Maggie turns back to Supergirl. The woman's shorter than she'd thought, about the same height as Maggie. It doesn't mean she couldn't throw Maggie into the stratosphere if she were so inclined, she's under no grand ideas about this somehow leveling the playing field between them, but it's--a little humanizing.
Kryptonian-izing? Whatever. She's a cop, not a linguist.
"I'm fine," Maggie says. "And I appreciate the rescue."
This close, Maggie can see Supergirl's eyes don't stay at her own, glancing down to her lips every time she talks. That, at least, is reassuring to her gaydar; she'd clocked Supergirl as one of them before CatCo had adopted her as National City's pet hero. Maggie's not unhappy in her relationship, but--come on, it's Supergirl. She bets Alex would give her a pass.
But no, she doesn't want to do that to her. She's been down that road, and it's not like this thing with Supergirl would ever be anything more than a one-off. Maggie doesn't even know her name. (The thought's more painful than Maggie would've thought, but it's easy enough to bite back.)
"Yeah, of course!" Supergirl says after a too-long moment, looking back up at the rest of Maggie's face with a little shy smile. "Anytime. It's what I'm here for."
Maggie's entertained several fantasies before about Supergirl, more getting a chance to sit and yell at her about the times she shouldn't have stepped in, Supergirl looking just as abashed as she does getting caught staring at Maggie's mouth. She has a feeling that fantasy might get put on the backburner for some other, less PG ones now.
"Fly safe," Maggie says. "I've gotta bring him in."
"Right, yeah," Supergirl says, taking a couple steps back. "Drive safe, Officer."
With that, she jumps up and into the sky, and no force on Earth would've kept her from watching her leave.
--
Maggie doesn't bring up a cheat list with Alex that night. One, it would be a thought experiment, not a reality. Two, it would bring up conversations that Maggie does not want to have. Three, her girlfriend works with Supergirl, and that's just mortifying enough to give Maggie pause.
Also four, she'd get jealous of whoever Alex picked. She's woman enough to admit she can be a bit of a hypocrite.
It's one of Maggie's rare days off today. Before she'd started dating Alex, she'd have spent days like this at Al's, smirking at whoever the prettiest face there was and bringing them home for a night. Now that she's a taken woman, she's mostly just puttering about her apartment, listening to music and trying to do all the little things that've been building up.
She likes her space to be clean, so it's not like there's a ton to do, but it's still a little annoying to get knocked out of her rhythm by a knock on the door.
"Babe, if you forgot your key, I know you know how to pick the lock--" Maggie's saying as she opens the door, fully expecting to see Alex on the other side.
Instead, it's Kara, who says, "I don't think I should confirm or deny whether or not Alex knows how to do that."
"Kara! Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's totally fine!" Kara says. "I'm just here to see Alex, is she not home?"
"No, she's at work," Maggie says. "Sorry. Did you not text her?"
Kara groans. "No. I let Winn mess with my phone to try and get better signal and then it broke, and he hasn't been able to fix it yet."
"Rookie mistake," Maggie says with a laugh. "Alright, I can text her for you, if you wanna come in."
"It's not anything important," Kara says. "I don't want to impose or anything! Lena's already offered to buy me another phone."
"You know she's into you, right?" Maggie says.
"Wh--Lena?" Kara shakes her head as Maggie turns around to lead her into the apartment. "No way. She's a really good friend."
Maggie doesn't exactly feel like pushing the point, so she grabs her phone where it's resting on the counter, pulling up her message history with Alex. "So you are into that Daxamite guy? Mon-el?"
Kara openly laughs at that. "Uh, no. Not even a little bit, what gave you that idea?"
Maggie shrugs and looks back up. "I don't know. You spend a lot of time with him, guess I just assumed."
"Well, you know what they say about assumptions," Kara says, eyes too low on Maggie's face to be making eye contact, especially since Kara's about the same height as her.
"Sure," Maggie says, voice trailing off. She's trying to remember if she's seen Kara without her glasses on, because this is the third time in as many days that she's caught someone looking at her lips rather than her eyes when talking to her, and if she's right--
"Maggie? You okay?"
Kara's concerned expression is the same as Supergirl's yesterday, checking in on her after she'd almost been shot. Maggie's honestly shocked she hasn't put it together before; the glasses don't do much. It's just--they'd always seemed so different, the raw power of Supergirl versus the sweet, cozy Kara. "Yes. Yeah. I just--realized something."
--
"Oh, what'd you realize?"
Rao, please let Maggie not have realized Kara's been checking her out. She knows nothing can ever come of it, she's literally her sister's girlfriend and gay awakening all-in-one, but she's just looking. She can't not look, the woman's absolutely gorgeous.
Maggie's expression is almost--starstruck, the polar opposite of yesterday afternoon where there'd been this resentment behind the relief after Kara saved her. She'd wanted so badly to ask why it was there, what did she think of Supergirl, but there'd been no way for Supergirl to ask without seeming needy, and no way for Kara to ask Maggie without raising some pretty hard-to-answer questions.
"You did the same thing yesterday," Maggie says thoughtfully.
Kara laughs, high and nervous. "Uh, we didn't...talk? Yesterday? Unless I'm forgetting something?"
"But we did, right?" Maggie says, tone kind and soothing even as Kara's anxiety skyrockets. "It's okay. I won't tell anyone. I mean, I'm guessing Alex knows, so--"
"Wh--how did you--what?"
Maggie laughs. "You know, for a reporter, you let your words get away from you a lot."
Kara frowns. "Well, how did you figure it out? Did I act too friendly or something?"
Maggie looks a little surprised. "You--looked at my mouth when I was talking."
Oh, so it's not just that Maggie's figured out she's Supergirl, she also has on lock the most mortifying thing that Kara's ever done. Great. Just wonderful. "Um--"
"I won't tell Alex," Maggie says, immediately, and Kara's shoulders relax.
"Thank you," Kara says fervently. "I know it's--I know you like her, I just really don't want to ruin this for her."
Maggie smiles at her kindly, and Kara tries not to feel too much like the kid with a crush on their older sister's girl. She is, obviously, she just doesn't want to feel like it. "It's alright, seriously. Can I just ask one thing?"
"Sure," Kara says, because how the fuck is she supposed to say no?
"Why didn't you tell her you like girls? You didn't have to say it's me if that's what it was, you could just say that her realization made you realize some things."
Kara, cheeks warm, looks down. "So, uh. You remember game night, how I said yes to the catfishing but also how I didn't lie? I've known for--awhile. Years. Since Alex's family adopted--well, if you know, I can...I've known since Krypton. It wasn't a big deal there. But then I got to Earth, and everything was so--overwhelming, and people were--"
"Hey, Kara, it's okay," Maggie says, hands out like she's trying to decide if she should hug Kara. "Seriously. Deep breaths."
Kara's pretty close to hyperventilating, so she does exactly that, breathing in and out until her heartrate's under control. (Maggie's slows once Kara relaxes, too; it's nice to see she does care about Kara beyond just--being Alex's kid sister.) "Sorry."
"You don't need to--"
"Yeah, but. Sorry. Anyway. I basically just talked about it online, but I didn't--really get how the Internet worked? So I just used a fake name and then...I don't know, how was I supposed to tell Alex 'yeah, I totally get what you're saying, I just never trusted you with it?' It's just awkward. I don't know how to bring it up without lying, and I don't want to lie. And I really don't want to hurt her."
"I get it," Maggie says. "Seriously. And don't worry, Little Danvers, your secret's safe with me until you choose to tell her yourself."
Kara can't help but frown at the nickname. "You know, I would've thought you learning I was Supergirl would've at least stopped the Little Danvers nickname."
Maggie's eyes are just a little darker than normal, and Kara starts when she realizes her heartrate's faster, too. "You not a fan of it?"
The energy in the room shifts, and Kara leans against the counter just a little to ground herself. She's dreaming or something, has to be, but it feels too real for that. That has to mean that Maggie's--flirting back, which is insane, so it can't be true, but it is, so she should stop it, but Maggie's looking at her with this intensity, and it's been way too long that she's just been standing here silently, she should say something. "No."
"Aw, Little Danvers," Maggie teases, and Kara's frown deepens. "You pout whenever I do that, do you know?"
"I--"
"If you pout again," Maggie says, voice low. Kara shuts up immediately just to listen to the way she sounds, almost missing the words she uses. "I'll bite that lip."
Yeah, this is a direction that Kara hadn't seen this going. She should stop. She should leave. She should tell her sister that her girlfriend's coming onto her. That's all of what she should do. Instead, she says, "So you'll keep calling me that?"
Maggie laughs and leans just a little closer. They're not touching, not even close enough that Kara can feel the warmth of Maggie, but close enough that Kara can't stop thinking about taking the extra step closer and pressing right up against her. "Are you encouraging me, Little Danvers?"
Rather than answer and admit out loud what exactly she's doing, Kara pouts again, obvious, baiting Maggie into making the first move. Maggie doesn't disappoint, either, immediately stepping closer and putting her lips on Kara's. It's everything Kara'd ever pictured, heated and deep, and she whines when Maggie pulls back.
Maggie's pupils are blown, and Kara thrills when she puts one hand on either side of her on the counter. It's hardly pinning her in; Kara could knock this whole building off its foundation without even breaking a sweat. But it's nice anyway, especially when Maggie leans in, close enough that Kara can feel her breath fanning against her face, and says, "You taste incredible."
Kara groans and pulls Maggie in, mumbling something about her not being half-bad. This time Maggie lets herself be pulled in fully, legs tangled with Kara's in a way that's going to drive her absolutely insane. Maggie's good at this, Kara knew she'd be good at this, hasn't been able to stop thinking about how good she'd be since she saw her for the first time. She's doing the worst thing she's ever done without the influence of Red Kryptonite as an excuse, and she can't bring herself to care.
Maggie sucks on her tongue, and Kara's knees give out, putting all her weight against the counter and letting Maggie pull back just to press kisses all over her face, on her neck, not enough to leave a mark, feeling incredible either way. Kara has no idea how long they've been like that, just knows that when Maggie pulls back, she doesn't want her to, holding her gently to her by her belt loops.
"So," Maggie says, just a little breathless. "I didn't--expect that when you walked in."
Kara smiles up at her, and Maggie smiles back. "Me either. I'm not complaining, though."
This is going to be a mess. If Alex ever finds out, it's going to be WW3, Danvers edition, but with Maggie looking down at her, Kara feels like she's on top of the world. She doesn't even think she regrets it yet. Maybe it'll hit later, but for now, she pulls Maggie in, smiling too much to even kiss her properly. Kara's going to let herself have this as long as Maggie will let her, as long as she thinks she can get away with it, and probably a little longer besides.
