Movie: Real Steel

(A/N) Warning: Spoilers Ahead

Saw Real Steel. Loved it so much. Just had to write some fluff for it cause I love Mr. Jackman and the father son story was adorable.

This just popped into my head and I had to write the cuteness. More may or may not come later. If I can escape the mound of homework I have.

Characters, Charlie Kenton, Max Kenton belong to their respective creators.

The air smells clean, hints of the cornfield on the other side of the road drift on the breeze and sunlight warms his skin. It's days like this that he enjoys the most, where he forgets his past, forgets what he's running from to just enjoy the feel of lush grass cushion his body. He hears Max before he can see him, it's maybe noon and the kid is just now waking up, but he won't hassle him. They're between towns, long way to go and he's been driving since 5 am.

"Why are you laying in the grass."

"Because it's good for you."

A long pause, "That's stupid."

"Nah it ain't. Gotta take a break once in awhile."

Max doesn't say anything, just watches his would-be dad lay in the grass and soak up the sun. He hesitates, looks back at the green automobile parked on the side of the road. There's no way he could drive it himself and he's still on cloud nine from his win at the zoo. Max scratches the back of his neck, he feels awkward just standing there so he plops down a foot away. Toeing his shoes of he finally lies back, squinting against the sun before draping an arm over his eyes.

"Good choice," Charlie murmurs, stretching his back a little before sinking lower into the grass.

They lay there for a long while, Max drifting off into dreamland after awhile. His sleep is less than peaceful and he jerks awake at the memory of the junkyard and the gape of darkness he could have falling into it. Charlie peeks over to see the kid on his side, eyes wide and breaths coming a little faster.

"You ok?"

A wordless nod and the kid turns over, he doesn't want Charlie to know. He's brave, that's why he's here, that's why he bet double or nothing and came out on top.

"Hey, hey, come on. You don't look ok."

Charlie's voice is quiet, soothing and Max hunches his shoulders at the sound of his father moving in the grass. The hand that smoothed over his back was comforting, like when his mother would sing lullabies as he was falling asleep.

"You can tell me, Max."

"It's nothing…. just a bad dream."

Charlie stops and takes his hand away, the kid was beyond stubborn. Lying back in the grass he's silent and wait, waits for something to happen. It's a full five minutes before Max chances a peek over his shoulder, taking a guess on whether Charlie was asleep or not before he rolled over. A weird feeling simmered in his chest anxiousness and hesitance. He gives in to his childish wishes and crawls the short distance between them, butterflies brushing at the inside of his chest. He takes a change and leaps into the deep end of the pool.

Scooting as close as he possible could he took a shaky breath, finally lowering himself, feeling the body underneath his jerk a little at the weight. Max closes his eyes, ear pressed just over the man's heart and body pressed along the boxer's side. A low chuckle vibrated under his head and Max gripped at the man's shirt, he tensed when a hand touched his head. The hand was gentle, carding through his hair slowly and his muscles relaxed. He breathed deep and smelled the faint traces of oil and the truck, but mostly he smelled Charlie, wonderfully strong and mixed with the breeze of the afternoon.