Let Our Bones Collide (When Our Dreams Ignite)

Chapter Eight out NOW

Rated E for Explicit

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Sam's HUD flashed red at the same time the comm line cleared off all battle noise. It was taken over by panicked breathing, and then a whisper.

" Please - send help. Luthor is back - he's going for the vault - pl - "

Everything seemed to freeze for the entire team, at least a little bit.  Kara and Sam just stared at each other, the latter just looking at her red flashing warning.

"No one is at SHIELD…"

"What?" Kara snapped out of it, blinking and tried to swallow the panic.

"The whole team is here, no one is at SHIELD," Sam repeated, "I mean...Lena cou–"

" No .  She's not going near him," Kara cut her off fast, one finger pointed towards WarMachine, "Don't you tell her he's here either.  I'll go."

"We can barely handle things here as it is, Kara!" Sam gestured grandly to the state of things around them.  This had apparently all been one elaborate ruse.  A draining and effective distraction.

"I'm going .  He won't take long.  I'll subdue him and be right back, I promise," Kara responded, already typing in something to her watch.  A glittering bifröst portal opened behind her, full of color and so different from the one over all of their heads.

"Ten minutes, tops.  I can take care of Lex Luthor.  He'll know how to stop it."

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All my edits for Hammer of the Gods (Valhalla, I Am Coming)

Hammer of the Gods (Valhalla, I Am Coming)

Chapter 9 is here!

Summary:

Sequel to As Hard As Steel

She had always hated public events, and while Kara made them infinitely more enjoyable, the questions they were inevitably asked became more and more pointed. For the most part, Lena didn't answer them, preferring to move on down the line and let them write what they would. Jess, her PR agent of choice, had reminded her that if she wanted to keep what they wrote in check, she would have to give them something eventually.

"Miss Luthor!"

She turned with a feigned look of interest, her fingers gripping into Kara's elbow to let her know to stop. "Yes?"

"Oh," the reporter seemed flustered, like he hadn't actually expected a response. "Uh, what do you think about the recent attacks on your brother's legacy? Iron-Maiden took out another stash of Luthor Corp weapons earlier today. Some are saying it's a direct attack against the Luthor name."

Lena's smile thinned, "Firstly, my brother doesn't have a legacy, and if he did, Iron-Maiden certainly wouldn't waste her time tarnishing it."

"How can you be so sure?"