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The First Annual Adopted Family Thanksgiving

It's not that Jim forgot about the second present he gave Verity way back a month ago on her birthday. How could he forget, when he'd had to dig out the key to the house to get it replicated? It's sat out on his desk in his quarters every day since, a bold reminder that Jim Kirk was seriously doing this.

Jim Kirk was going to try to have a normal family. A family who celebrated (some) holidays. A family who came together. Not a relationship. Hell no. But...you know..siblings? A family? He almost worried Sam or his mother would try to reach out to him. Thankfully no such messages yet. Which means Jim is free to spend time with the people he actually wants in his life.

And that means getting Thanksgiving put together.

He'll call Clint later. First things first. Calling Big Sister.

"Verity? It's Jim. You busy?"

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Ver watches the signing intently, and it takes her a minute to put the letters into words. But she'll get better with practice. [I know.] Her sass is already shining through. "I wanted it to be a surprise."

She takes a little of everything to start, but that's why seconds were invented. If Jim tries to scoop the stuffing out of the pumpkin he'll get a quiet correction that the pumpkin's to be sliced and eaten too. Gravy goes on just about everything; she's not shy about that. Everything but the turkey. That's where the cranberry sauce goes. "Thank you both for cleaning the house, it would have taken me days to get everything done by myself. And I--what just ran into my foot?"

Did somebody forget to turn the Roomba off?

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"It took us all day even with two of us." Jim points out, moving to slice the pumpkin to because holy shit this is fancy stuffing and he is going to eat it. "Us and--" oh, speak of the devil.

"Oh, uh. Shit." Jim pulls the tablecloth up and leans down. Sure enough Roombot's cleaning up the crumbs he dropped from his dinner roll shenanigans. Sheesh Jim, they need a robotic nanny to keep up after your messes. "Get out form under there, bud. Hey. Hey!" Aw. Jim grabs another roll and breaks a bit off, crumbling it in his hands and dropping it carefully on the floor to attract its attention.

"There we go. Come on out." And once it's no longer attempting to clean up under the table, Jim scoops it up under one arm and gets up. "JUst a sec, I'll go put this away." Vree, vreeeeee, and the roombots little feelers flail out slowly as it tries to understand this Up and why it cannot move.

"It was a surprise, all right. Got me good," Clint assures Verity with a grin.

And then Jim's wrangling the roombot. "Yeah, he's earned his dinner, too." Beat. "Um, recharging. Because, robot."

Since Jim's got it in hand, Clint helps himself to a slice of that pumpkin and stuffing. "Wow, I wonder if you could do a pie like this."

It's not really fancy stuffing, it's a basic cornbread recipe; it just looks fancy because nobody expects it in a pumpkin. But it's really a multi-tasker, because it's the stuffing and a vegetable at the same time.

"Thanks, Jim." She feels a little bad for the poor confused machine. (Where she's from, it's good to be sympathetic to what may be the cousins of her eventual robot overlords. She doesn't know what Ultron counts as kin.)

"Hmm. Maybe, with a smaller pumpkin. The problem would be getting the custard to set properly. If I cut one in half horizontally, I could do two pies..." Did Clint mean to get her started? Because she's going to try this now.

Vreeeee, vreeeeee.

"Jesus, hold still. here, let me--there we go." Bwwwwooooooop. And it's dead. Off. Whatever. It's not moving so Jim can go chuck it back in the closet upstairs and neglect it for another four years or more. When the robots invade, maybe don't let Jim play diplomat.

"Sorry about that. I kind of forgot about the vacuum cleaner." Jim is the worst with cute things. Unless he's wasted and they're ghost wolves, apparently. He doesn't remember that and will deny it vehemently.

When he comes back he'll plop back down unceremoniously into his seat and take a sip of beer while he listens to the newest culinary schemes Verity has cooking.

If people are paying attention to that he can probably get away with picking at the stuffing platter with his fingers instead of slicing another piece off for himself.

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How does Jim get to play diplomat ever? He's a walking statue of weapons-grade smugness with a bad case of inflamed libido.

Clint hadn't meant to get Verity started, but where she's going with it sounds pretty good. "Yeah, yeah, that could work. Aw, Jim, no!" Sorry, Jim, you got caught.

Oh, Jim. She's not going to say anything, but she's really good at that disappointed look. He knows the one, where he knows her heart is breaking a little bit--that one she's giving him right now. When he pulls his hand back (because of course he does) she serves him a thin slice of pumpkin with extra stuffing. But not with her hands! Geez. They're not barbarians.

"You'll have to settle for a chocolate crumb crust today. I hope that's not too disagreeable. I just didn't have time to make pie crusts on top of everything else."

How does Clint get to be an Avenger ever? They're both much better at their jobs when they need to be. The rest of the time, they just try to get by. He gets it from Clint. Clearly.

Except when he's being ratted out. Damn you, Hawkeye. Clint's going to get the dirtiest look before Jim is properly chastised and pulls back, because of course he does.

Traitor. Yeah. That's right, Clint. He's talking to you.

"Thanks Ver." She knows the tone. The mollified 'yes mom' tone that all rebuked children take when they're ready for punishment to be doled out. Except punishment is more stuffing. Which he had better eat with his utensils. And not talk with food in his mouth.

"So, Clint and I might have a surprise for you later..." If there's one thing Jim's good at, it's charismatically changing the subject while looking as charming as possible. "What do you wanna do after dinner?"

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Hey, if it were just Clint and Jim, Clint wouldn't think twice about Jim eating with his fingers. Verity's there, though, and worked hard to make them a fancy meal. Class it up a little for your sister, Jim, it's not that hard.

"Oh, settle, that sounds more like a win," Clint puts in, still on the pies. "I don't think I've ever had a chocolate crusted pumpkin pie."

Oh, yes, she's so terribly strict. And her punishments are so severe. If Jim's not careful, he might get seconds. The horror.

Clint can have seconds of whatever he likes. She won't even push more veggies on him.

"I like a little chocolate with my pumpkin pie. Sometimes I put a layer of chocolate ganache over the top. Sometimes I mix chocolate chips in." There are many and varied options for everything with her. Thanks, Pinterest!

No, Jim, she's not ignoring you. She's thinking. "Well... now I want to find out what the surprise is. I'd been thinking it might be nice to take a walk, see more of the farm before it's too dark?"

Clint isn't wrong, and Jim does return to his best behavior while they eat. It's impossible not to go for seconds, even for Jim. Verity knows how to cook and her brothers clearly enjoy itby the quickly cleaned plates.

"Don't think I've ever tried pumpkin and chocolate before either. Should be great though. Everything else is. " He nods along with her suggestion of a walk.
"There's not much to show, but sure. "

Clint is right about way more stuff than people like to admit. He also burns lots of calories and forgets to eat sometimes, so he's piling it on while he's here. He's not worried about saving room for dessert, he's confident the room will be there.

"Hey, you're used to the place," he points out. "It may not seem like much to you, but it's new to us."

Ver's happy to see them both eating well. That's what makes all this worthwhile for her. She's not shy about her own appetite, so between the three of them, they won't have to worry much about leftovers.

"Yeah, I've never actually been on an actual farm before. This is going to be part nature hike, part field trip for me." Puns intended, boys.

When they've either finished the food or finished with it, she'll get up and roll her shoulders before beginning to gather up the empty plates and platters. "Do we want dessert right away, or after the walk?"

"...That's true." Jim forgets that this isn't the sort of place everyone grew up in, hanging out with Clint and Bones as much as he has been. Though all farms are not created equal. Bones' place is in Georgia somewhere and it sounds a lot friendlier than where Jim grew up. Except for family drama, that is. That's the same wherever you go.

He sees what you did there Verity. Clint gets a look and a grin because they both did, he knows it. Jim's got nothing but respect for his brother Hawkeye, and Clint's the most likely to follow Jim's crazy ass line of thought.

"Sorry guys. I gotta wait until after." Jim shakes his head when they've finished. "You two can pie now, if you want. I'd like to keep this delicious meal where it is." He's quick to help clear the table, but once it's clear Jim thumbs toward upstairs. "Clint, think you can help Verity put away what little leftovers there are and make a plate for the furry guy? I'm gonna go see if I can find some flashlights and an extra coat or two. It gets dark around here hella fast this time of year, so I want to be sure."

"After's good," Clint agrees. "Don't wanna drop into a turkey coma and abandon you guys, right?" And pie is the final step in a Thanksgiving. It isn't over until pie, so there's no sleeping until pie. In the meantime, he'll help clean up with a, "you got it."

"Okay. This shouldn't take long."

The boys can take all the leftover food. She's guessing they don't want the bones, so she'll put those away for herself. Mmm broth. Everything else she'll pack up as meals, as much as possible. The rolls and cornbread get bags; they won't last long enough to need a fridge. Then they just need to load the future dishwasher. Surely the future has dishwashers that can handle everything?

Helping means Clint gets a preview of the pies. The pumpkin looks creamy and amazing. But there's no apple pie. This is not an apple emergency! Instead there's a tower of caramelized apple goodness. It's everything good about apple pie without the crust. Something to look forward to.

The spare bedroom is a cornucopia of spare winter wear and storm protection, so Jim quickly finds the lights and his old coat. Plus one for Clint, since neither of them had come prepared. Gloves if Verity needs them, and they should be good to go. It wasn't wet and soggy yet, so there was no real need for hefty boots.

There's not an app for getting her dishes washed, but there should be no problem getting everything put in there, especially if she'd done a load while she was cooking, and really it's Verity. We know she's the height of practicality. She's thought of everything else to make today special.

"Dear god, I think I"m actually enjoying myself." Jim mutters under his breath in disbelief as he heads back downstairs, arms laden with warmth and light-giving.

"Okay, Clint I grabbed a coat for ya. Should more or less fit. Got some gloves for you Ver if ya need 'em, and lights. You guys ready?"

Previews are wonderful thi-oh, wow, that is apples. "Wow. I didn't even know I wanted that, but now I always did."

But Jim's coming back, and he's got a coat and flashlights. "Thanks! Don't wanna get frost on anything. 'S like playin' poker with Iceman." He shrugs his way into the coat, trying the fit, before he takes a flashlight. "Ready to go."

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"Pretty impressive, huh?" She's proud of it. It had better taste as good as it looks. "It's not even hard to make once you're good at peeling apples." Verity's a clean-as-you-go kinda girl, so the kitchen wasn't too messy to begin with. One final good scrubbing down after dessert while the guys are vegging and bonding over Dog Cops is all they'll need.

Jim is greeted with a smile. "Good thinking, captain. Thanks. I'll be ready in a minute." She'll take a flashlight and goes to put on her shoes and coat. "The plate for the raccoon is waiting if you want to take that." Raccoon's getting a few bites of everything. He should be a happy fella.

"Holy fuck is that a tower of apples?" Someone found the dessert counter. He doesn't need to be told not to touch, he couldn't eat more if he wanted to for the moment. But he's tempted. So tempted anyway.

Jim pulls on his own coat, shoving one hand into the pocket and the other snatching up Raccoon's supper. He has no doubt the little guy will be hiding after his sordid adventure earlier, but the food oughta do him some good once they leave.

For a planet of the future it's eerily empty and lacking in artificial light outside. The sun is already just beginning to set, giving an orange glow to the Iowa landscape. Jim steps outside the house and for a second everything feels strange. He's back home, in his coat, looking out at the big expanse of farmland that has been most of his life. This is all he was, four years ago.

But far off, nearly impossible to pick out unless you were listening for it, is the distant thrum of the shipyard, working round the clock on the fleet. It makes Jim smile and stare up at the stars while he waits for the others.

"I know, right?" Clint grins. They're going to tear that tower of apples down, later. It's going to be beautiful.

While Verity's getting ready, he joins Jim in taking out the raccoon's dinner. "Hey, little guy, wherever you are. Sorry about earlier, but hey, it's Thanksgiving." Yes, he'll talk to critters he can't see or find.

"Ahh... it's beautiful out here. I don't remember it ever bein' this clear--humid summers and the glow from town, I could never see this many stars at night."

"Yes, it is." Not even trying to hide how proud she is of it.

Did they just--yes. They did. Really, boys?

She's out in the yard when they come back from the barn, blinking to adjust her eyes and looking around with a smile. "Okay, I'll give the midwest this: you've got a much more impressive starscape." Getting her to admit that anything anywhere is better than New York is a win, so run with it.

There's a lot less farm equipment in the barn and more just random storage. Looks like they used to keep a couple of horses for a while though, judging by the empty stalls.

"You think this is impressive, just wait until the sun goes down entirely." He gives Clint a grin as they head back towards the house.

"It gets better soon, Ver." Jim is grinning your way too sister.

Clint was gonna go back for her, once they'd spread holiday cheer to the critter he'd agitated, honest. Clint offers her an apologetic grin in the dusk.

"So, which way do we wanna go?"

"Better than this? I dunno..." Ver will fall into step with the boys once they're out of the barn again. "Jim's our tour guide. I just want to see the best view."

Better than he deserves. :P

Don't feed the roomba Jim it's not a family pet.

This is why we have racoons.

I thought Jim was supposed to hate cute things?

Pumpkin Pieception.

We need to go get whipped cream.

Wouldn't pieception be a four quarters pie?

Swiper no swiping! Awwww maaaaaan!

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Holy balls this weekend x_x

At least it's over-ish?

Hope so, otherwise, this is going to get hawkward.

To boldy go without internet for two days is more than I can handle.

I'm impressed you faced down the Wrath of Khancast. http://tinyurl.com/hky4zpg

http://bit.ly/1ps9imG

XD both of you ( http://tinyurl.com/hky4zpg ) ILU guys.

At least the Search for WiFi didn't send you to the Undiscovered Country.

You might want to switch to (The Final) Frontier.

I'm laughing so hard you guys. I have no more puns because i got stuck on 'nuclear wessels' and died

We could keep this up for Generations.

Farm Trek: The Search for Raccoon

Don't worry they won't be going Into Darkness; Jim brought lights.

After their First Contact, can you blame the raccoon for hiding?

It's Beyond rude. :P