#kryptona

He had heard of the multi-verse, but he never expected to actually meet anyone from Kara’s verse. Although he should have seen it coming, he knew that at some point they were going to want to visit. To see the friend that had to leave them because of choices that were out of their control. 

But he didn’t expect to walk into Star Labs and be met with someone who looked just like him, someone who was more put together, someone who was him from a different life. Winn stood frozen for a moment as he looked at his doppleganger, his breathing picking up before running out of the room.  He had seen the other with Kara, how comfortable the two were with each other. He should have known that at some point this would happen, but he wasn’t prepared for how much it actually scared him. 

He didn’t expect Kara to find him, he thought that he had done a pretty good job of hiding in Cisco’s lab. But still he pursed his lips as he looked up at her. “I-I’m sorry.” 

But now it’s over, and Lex is dead. And despite everything he was, and everything he’d done, he was still her son. 

Lillian closes the door of the small apartment behind her, turns the lock and bolts it, and leans her forehead against the solid wood for a moment. She’s not sure if she wants to sleep for a decade or drink herself stupid – something she’s never really indulged in before. Drinking was Lionel’s thing. 

She turns around, and almost jumps out of her skin. Kara is standing in her living room, watching her with an expression she can’t read, and Lillian’s hand flies to her chest. ‘Christ’, she hisses, her heart racing against her hand, ‘announcing yourself would’ve been a common courtesy, Supergirl’.  

          ❛  I’m sorry that I just seem so—so—— helpless. USELESS. like a burden..  ❜    Kori says quietly, looking up as Kara came in the door. She was staying with her sister in her apartment, either temporarily or permanently was to be entirely decided, and the lights were out. she was just illuminated by the lights on the streets below.    ❛  like a helpless child...  ❜

❝      it’s    ...      a      LONG STORY.      ❞       he starts sheepishly,     one hand coming up to     SCRATCH NERVOUSLY      at the back of his scalp.     and,    yes,    okay,    technically jon knew       IT WASN’T HIS FAULT      ———     everything that happened,     he means.      who knew he would get suck into another earth and then suffered to      STAY THERE       for years ?      he was only meant to take a short trip to space,     that’s all.      but    ...     jon feels guilty anyway.     to other people,     he’s just been gone for      THREE WEEKS.     everything that happened to them,    it was still so fresh and brand new.     in their heads,      he was still the small ten-year-old boy barely facing puberty.      jon,    though     ...     jon’s abandoned being ten      A LONG TIME AGO.     he’s seventeen now.     and it’s     -     it’s sad.      to sorta learn that he’s suffered so much,      but to them,    to his family,     it kinda seems      IMPOSSIBLE.      ❝      but i swear this     -     isn’t some sort of illusion or anything !      i wasn’t magically turned seventeen,    or aged up wrongly or       ———      yeah,    whatever you’re thinking now,    'cuz.    i      ...     I GREW UP.     in space.    on another earth.     and i guess     ...     time just ran a bit     QUICKER     there.     ❞ 

     even if it was just a favor, carol had gotten back to earth soon after the alert. that was when she was asked to help train someone—an alien—in combat. when told a little about this other alien, carol was eager to get started. first, she’d requested a demonstration of kara’s abilities. she didn’t meet her, not yet, and had simply watched from behind one way glass as she’d shown off. yes, this i can definitely work with. she’ll use her powers to their fullest extent yet. she’d been highly impressed, light brown eyes flitting over the kryptonian’s movements and analyzing every detail.

     she’d questioned why he hadn’t brought her back for the chitauri invasion, something that fury had explained to her, and he had simply said that it wasn’t bad enough that she was needed to end it or help end it. he told her about the avengers initiative, shown her the photo that he’d kept with her nickname in the air force on the outside of the jet (another memory to add to her ever-growing collection as they return more and more), and how they were able to keep it safe.

     then, fury built a facility just for her to train people in—one that could withstand her abilities, so it definitely could withstand anyone else’s. this was the first time she was meeting the alien she was to train in combat, and carol was ready. she was oh so ready, knowing they could go at it without fear of hurting one or the other.     ❛   you’re kara, right ? i’m carol, fury called me back to earth to help train you in combat after the battle of new york. when you demonstrated your abilities, that was for me. i was hidden, not wanting to meet just yet. but i see promise in you, a lot of it,  ❜     a small smirk that looks more like a smile than anything else,     ❛  and it’s my task to help you learn to fight and use your powers even better than you already can.  ❜     just as she’d defied the superior intelligence and taken out her photon inhibitor, accessing the full range of her own abilities, carol would help the woman in front of her reach her fullest potential.