( being a superhero comes fairly easy to kara. well, the hero part comes easily to her, at least — the billowing cape, the selfless application of skill and strength for the betterment of her city (and country, and even her planet, lately), and the courage to do the right thing even when it hurts. it's the super part that trips her up. being a public figure, one with no privacy, no right to have a bad day or a mess-up, has always been the challenge for kara.
she's been lucky enough to have cat grant in her corner. catco has always protected supergirl in the media, dissuaded the lowbrow paparazzi-fueled stories that would paint her as anything less than the good girl they've cast her to be. supergirl is the bronzed heroine of their digital age, practically the stuff of legends. her place is in national city, defending the helpless and protecting the weak.
so it comes as a bit of a surprise to kara to find herself summoned to new york city out of the blue one summer afternoon, the address in her dossier leading her to the gleaming glass front of avenger tower. supergirl isn't exactly inconspicious, but at least arriving from the air brings her to the flight deck rather than the ground-floor level; as much as she doesn't mind taking pictures or signing autographs in her cape and skirt, sometimes it's nice to have a quiet entrance for a change.
not that the quiet lasts very long, because it never really does for her. no, the quiet lasts only for a moment, because as soon as she pushes open the doors, there's a high-strung woman in a suit greeting her, talking a mile a minute and guiding her with a tentative hand to her arm into a small conference room where, judging by the sudden hush that falls over the room, it's clear she's the last to arrive.
the meeting itself is brief, almost clinically straightforward; kara can only listen with increasing flustered expressions as the public relations representative explains exactly why the avengers — technically, s.h.i.e.l.d., but "the semantics aren't important here" — have requested supergirl via interagency loan. the public's perception of "superheroes" has reached a critical low. they need a public relations boost, and after intense research and investigation, they've found the simplest option will be the best: love. not real love, though. fake love. pretend love. it works for celebrities. the public eats it up. they don't care if it's real or not, they just want to believe it.
and with that, kara's left alone (or rather, they're left alone) to resign herself to the reality of her situation, to review the copy of the dossier she hadn't bothered to read yet. she'd assumed there would be time to read and voice her objections upon arrival; if she'd taken the time to read before flying, she might have had a chance to protest to j'onn. now, though, it was too late — his signature as her supervising officer was already there, black and white on the faxed copy, and with it, her fate was sealed.
whether kara liked it or not, she was going to date steve rogers. or, rather, supergirl was going to date captain america. starting that day, because time was apparently of the essence, and they had a photo op in a park to create. )
I know you said 'don't be a stranger', but I didn't think this is what you meant.
☀️ it's called 'public' relations for a reason.
she's been lucky enough to have cat grant in her corner. catco has always protected supergirl in the media, dissuaded the lowbrow paparazzi-fueled stories that would paint her as anything less than the good girl they've cast her to be. supergirl is the bronzed heroine of their digital age, practically the stuff of legends. her place is in national city, defending the helpless and protecting the weak.
so it comes as a bit of a surprise to kara to find herself summoned to new york city out of the blue one summer afternoon, the address in her dossier leading her to the gleaming glass front of avenger tower. supergirl isn't exactly inconspicious, but at least arriving from the air brings her to the flight deck rather than the ground-floor level; as much as she doesn't mind taking pictures or signing autographs in her cape and skirt, sometimes it's nice to have a quiet entrance for a change.
not that the quiet lasts very long, because it never really does for her. no, the quiet lasts only for a moment, because as soon as she pushes open the doors, there's a high-strung woman in a suit greeting her, talking a mile a minute and guiding her with a tentative hand to her arm into a small conference room where, judging by the sudden hush that falls over the room, it's clear she's the last to arrive.
the meeting itself is brief, almost clinically straightforward; kara can only listen with increasing flustered expressions as the public relations representative explains exactly why the avengers — technically, s.h.i.e.l.d., but "the semantics aren't important here" — have requested supergirl via interagency loan. the public's perception of "superheroes" has reached a critical low. they need a public relations boost, and after intense research and investigation, they've found the simplest option will be the best: love. not real love, though. fake love. pretend love. it works for celebrities. the public eats it up. they don't care if it's real or not, they just want to believe it.
and with that, kara's left alone (or rather, they're left alone) to resign herself to the reality of her situation, to review the copy of the dossier she hadn't bothered to read yet. she'd assumed there would be time to read and voice her objections upon arrival; if she'd taken the time to read before flying, she might have had a chance to protest to j'onn. now, though, it was too late — his signature as her supervising officer was already there, black and white on the faxed copy, and with it, her fate was sealed.
whether kara liked it or not, she was going to date steve rogers. or, rather, supergirl was going to date captain america. starting that day, because time was apparently of the essence, and they had a photo op in a park to create. )
I know you said 'don't be a stranger', but I didn't think this is what you meant.