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Man, sometimes he hated having missions. They could easily become a chore, like doing homework for school or cleaning one’s room – except these involved mass amounts of shooting and alien guts. He hated entering into Kara’s apartment window like a stray dog, carefully depositing his blood-caked boots on the fire escape before tiptoeing around her crisp carpet in his dirty socks toward her room. 

But if there was one thing he did like about this life: it was flopping on to her bed, all belts and guns will intact on his hips and chest, and simply laying there like he hadn’t known rest in 90 years. Cole didn’t really care if she was awake, less if his noise had woken her up: he simply liked to be nearby. He liked this whole ‘peacefulness without consequence’ thing. 

   Kara knew she would be having a visitor today; the grifter in her life was like an indoor-outdoor cat. He left for a little while, but always came back when he wanted company. Or food. She always provided those sorts of things for him; the routine was comforting, something she could look forward to at times. The window to her apartment opening had stirred her from a light sleep, squinting blue eyes blinking as she was pulled from the haze of semi-unconsciousness. She didn’t move until a little after he invited himself on her bed, though.

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     She frowned. “Hey. HEY.” She snapped her fingers a couple times. “Sunshine girl, among the living if it means anything.” A roll of the eyes and a sigh. Some cover this was turning out to be, the blonde didn’t even seem to be paying attention.

 At first, when Kara called him, he had thought it was purely for reasons of an emergency. Such was always the case when the younger generation of superheroes contacted him; they were in need of supernatural assistance, or perhaps simply advice, and Stranger was always willing to give. But it seemed as though Kara was going to be the one giving, and Stranger, receiving. 

 “… Leatherbys. An interesting spot to… conduct a meeting.” Judging by his rather cynical expression & the civvy-clothes-clad girl in front of him, Stranger now knew this was no emergency. Though it was nice to be surprised every once and a while. “Please, enlighten me, Kara.”

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   At first, when she called stranger, she had thought it would be a BOTHER to him. for whatever reason, she had become increasingly aware that she always called him for frivolous meetings, not to ask for ASSISTANCE. that’s not to say she didn’t enjoy their outings; he was a pleasant being to be around, a friend with somewhat of a FAMILY feeling. even now, his expression had warranted a wide GRIN from kara.

“Whoa – you serious, K?” Tommy’s sitting up a little more, grin both EXCITED and AMUSED – his dopiest and sweetest grin yet. “I mean, I was kinda just thinkin’ out loud, but look at you. Just went n’ ran with it. What’s in the fridge?” Legs that were previously crossed over her lap on the couch hastily uncross as he spurs himself toward the fridge. His visage unseen by the other due to the fact that it was now stuck inside the cool appliance, Tommy continued in a rather muffled fashion:

“I’ve never really been to the beach. Like, I’ve seen it in a car n’ I’ve flown over it when I went to Ireland but like,  I’ve never been in the water. – Hey, look at that. We got snacks n’ stuff, for once.” He had Kara to thank for keeping the apartment (which was formerly Pat’s, now fondly adopted by the nostalgic hitman) well-stocked and also making Tommy’s lazy butt dust and clean. (It had been hard, at first; cleaning had felt like erasing every trace of Pat from the building. But it was also somehow cathartic, so he didn’t question her methods.)

 “What are you thinkin’, Danvers. Tomorrow? Right now?” He’s dangerously waving a bottle of wine at her, saved for a special occasion which would be, Tommy assumed, Kara and Tommy’s new beach extravaganza. 

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   “Food, hopefully.” Kara replied playfully, moving to gently set her neat stack of clothes onto the arm of the couch. She had grabbed what she assumed she would need: a bathing suit, a pair of shorts, and a cover-up. Being a battery for solar energy negated any use for things like sunblock or a hat... “The stuff on the bottom shelf is for your dinner, though, so don’t touch that or I’ll toss you into the supermarket.” Literally.

   She couldn’t help but smile at Tommy’s confession of sorts. A crying shame, if she was asked. “You’ve been missing out on one of life’s greatest destinations, Monaghan,” the blonde crossed her arms. Tommy’s missed out on a lot of things, she thought. Of course, she would never say that so boldly to his face, but Kara did what she could to help him catch up a little. Forcing him to clean the apartment had only been the start of her plan; she wanted him to feel like he could have a clean slate without necessarily forgetting what was previously written upon it. Most of the time, she just tried to offer her support and her presence whenever it was time for him to move forward. In reality, Kara was beyond delighted that Tommy seemed to want her as a part of this new slate.

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“Hello, Kara. It’s always a pleasure to work alongside you.”