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It must be an odd sight to anyone who bothers to look inside the fence. Out in front of the large lawn a single chair is set right in the middle and on that chair sits Captain America. He's got something in his lap and he seems to be writing or something. There, in the sunshine, completely alone. Every so often he looks up, but then he's back to doing whatever it is he's doing.
Kara stopped a car accident, interrupted a purse-snatching, and helped airlift a school bus full of kids stuck in traffic back to the school in time for their parents to pick them up today. On top of the usual work, of course. And since she's finished that, she decided to take Steve up on his offer to visit the mansion. She floats down to the grass from the sky, waving at Cap and his lawn chair as she walks over. "Hi!" she says cheerfully.
Steve looks up and smiles as he sees Kara descend from the clouds like an angel. "Hey," he replies as he holds his hands up into the sun to try and see her better. "That's quite an entrance." Upon closer inspection he's not writing at all, but drawing. It's a stylized cartoon of the skyline with a special emphasis on the Baxter Building."
"Well, it's cheaper than a taxi cab," Kara laughs, leaning over to get a look at his paper as if it's the most normal thing in the world. "Also faster. Although it's a lot more awkward if it's just part of regular life," she points out. "How are you? You look like you're having a nice, relaxing time here."
"Reminiscing," Steve says with a faint smile as he stands up and puts the drawing in the chair. "Come on, I'll show you around." Once the pair get to the door, Steve shows off the entryway. The house is really coming along and starting to seem much more like a real mansion and not the hollowed out hole Steve purchased.
"Right, because you grew up in a different city." Kara smiles crookedly as she looks around. "I know a little bit about how that feels. Going to sleep and waking up to a whole different world. It takes some adjusting, doesn't it? How long has it been since you were back?"
Steve seems caught off guard for a split second. Kara seems to be good at putting two and two together—it's just the wrong two and two and it takes him a second to get back into the flow. "Oh, right. I've been out about a year and a half. Just under."
"That's…not very long," Kara shakes her head. "I remember when I first got here, everything was so strange. The people, the clothing, the technology. Maybe in a different way from you," she adds with a low laugh. "But…it took a lot of adjusting. Added to everything that I could suddenly do and…it was a lot. Do you have people to help you with it?"
"People to help me?" Steve says, the question taking him a bit off guard. "Not really. I mean, I guess I don't really know. I haven't really thought about that." Crazy people go to shrinks. That's what people from his era thought. "Do you?"
"A little bit. Some. The people who adopted me found out. It was hard not to, after all." Kara shrugs, glancing down for a moment. "I was young, though. Only thirteen. So. At least someone was taking care of me, even if they didn't really know what was going on at first."
Steve nods earnestly, taking a very interested appreciation for her story. "I guess it's different for me and you. All of my family is dead. And my friends are all grown up with teenagers and mortgages." He brings her to the kitchen area, "This is, well. Where we eat."
"Most of my family…" Kara follows along, pausing awkwardly. The truth should be shared, but at the same time, it's always such a downer to the people she tells, too. "Pretty much everyone I knew is dead, too," she explains. "Our planet was dying. My parents sent me in an escape pod just before it happened. But they're all gone now." She clears her throat, taking a breath as she turns back to the kitchen. "It's a nice kitchen."
Steve turns to her and looks like he swallowed a bug, "Oh my heavens. Your whole planet?" Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Rogers. "I'm so sorry."
"It was-" Kara reaches up to rub a hand at the back of her neck. "It was a long time coming. We made mistakes. We realized too late, and too many of us fought the idea that we should change. But…I can learn from that. I can help make this world better." She smiles faintly, ever hopeful.
"I'm glad you've come to grips with it," Steve says still surprised by how awful that sounds. "And that you're going to help this planet. We definitely can use your help, kid." Awkwardly, Steve shows her down the hall and to the bathrooms and a long line of bedrooms. "Not sure if you would want to stay here or not, but we have rooms if you need a place."
Kara's smile is warm as the sun, the corners of her eyes crinkling at the invitation. "That is…that is great," she says, impulsively leaning over to give him a hug. "Really. But I've got my own place. It's probably better that way. I'm not always Supergirl, you know? Sometimes I'm just…I've my secret identity, and that's important to me. It's a part of who I am. And I'm not sure I could be that if I lived here all the time."
"It's totally up to you," Steve says as he receives the hug. "We'll have a townie room, too, where you can just sleep if you need the room for a night." He shrugs a little bit, "I totally get the secret identity thing. Jack and I got attacked by an assassin pretty much because I didn't have one."
Kara's brows rise as she steps back again. "Well, if that happens, you call me," she says firmly. "And I'll come and put them back in their place. Whether I'm staying here or not. But I'd really like to spend some time here, meet more people. It's really great that there are enough people who want to do good things to fill this place up."
"I agree," Steve says. "And I'm not sure why there aren't more people around. I don't know if you've just got bad timing or what." He leads her down the steps towards the training areas and the future medical stations will be. "This is where we do a lot of our workouts and team-stuff," he says as he motions around. "I'd like to add some things, but this is what we've got for now."
"Bad timing sounds like me," Kara laughs, following and looking around avidly. "I'm sure I'll meet everyone eventually. Which is exciting. I thought for a long time I was going to be the only one ever. And maybe the people here won't be blood, but…there's more to family than just blood, right?"
"I sure hope so," Steve says with a chuckle. "If not then I'm going to be in trouble." He leads her back up the steps towards the back yard. "We don't really keep the place locked, so there aren't really keys. We should probably get that in the future."
"On the other hand, anyone who actually tries to break into this place either really needs whatever they're here to steal, or is definitely looking for the trouble they're going to find," Kara says ruefully, turning a slow circle as she takes it all in.