When the DEO called, Steve knew that it had to be serious. After all, they had Supergirl on their roster, and Superman on speed dial. From the beginning, Steve had felt uneasy about the realization that he was apparently third in line when things went south over at the DEO. But that was nothing compared to how uneasy he feels now, ushering Kara into the spartan hotel suite that the DEO rented out for their agents to run some last minute reconnaissance before he arrived on the scene. It was because of their surveillance that Steve was able to track her down so quickly, but that still doesn't explain why it was so easy for him to apprehend her. He was expecting more of a fight from her, and a dirty one at that, but in the end he was left with the nagging feeling that she had pulled her punches.
As suspicious as it was, Steve decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth right then. When he found her, Kara was in a crowded public park, the potential for civilian injuries perilously high; keeping people out of harm’s way had to be his first priority. What’s more, Steve knew that Kara would never forgive him if he had a chance to limit how much damage she could do and he chose not to take it.
So he did. It was too easy and he knew it, but Steve took the first opening he saw and didn’t press the issue when Supergirl all but let herself get captured. It’s not until they’re alone in the suite, waiting on a DEO caravan to escort them back to headquarters, that he finally calls her on it.
She’s cuffed, but he’s not under the impression it makes him any safer. Still, he stares her down as if she couldn’t disintegrate him with a glare. "Look, I’m not kidding myself here. I know the only reason I was able to bring you in is because you let me. But I won’t drag any more agents into this until I can be sure you won’t lash out, so get comfortable."
Lash out? ( it's almost laughable, how sure he sounds of himself, like his shield and slung punches could disarm her. the cuffs that dangle around her wrist are only steel, as easy as a twig to snap if she felt inclined. a fool's attempt at restraining something they couldn't possibly understand. ) I'm not the one lashing out, Captain.
( she knew why he was there. national city was three thousand miles from the avengers' ivory tower, but he was closer. he was the golden boy, the parallel to that two-dimensional too-good-to-be-true golden girl cat had tried to paint her as on tv. little miss do-good, little miss sunshine, always giving, giving, giving, never getting what she wanted. what she needed. not anymore, though. kara wasn't going to settle for second-best, or for what she was allowed. she was going to take it, by force if necessary, and to hell with anybody else.
she had hoped that her little stunt in the park might have netted her a showdown with kal-el, a real fight, something that would flex her muscles just itching for an opportunity, but they'd sent him instead, a patriotic present served up in a bulletproof van. not that bulletproof meant anything to real power. and now, thanks to his sweet, sweet naivety, they were alone, his only backup held aside by his own bravado. )
I don't want anybody to get hurt, ( she drawls, mockingly sincere; in the moments that follow, there's the quiet echo of metal clinking together behind her back, though her hands stay where he'd placed them for now. ) So why don't you come make me comfortable, boy scout?
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☀️ kara danvers, advena.
When the DEO called, Steve knew that it had to be serious. After all, they had Supergirl on their roster, and Superman on speed dial. From the beginning, Steve had felt uneasy about the realization that he was apparently third in line when things went south over at the DEO. But that was nothing compared to how uneasy he feels now, ushering Kara into the spartan hotel suite that the DEO rented out for their agents to run some last minute reconnaissance before he arrived on the scene. It was because of their surveillance that Steve was able to track her down so quickly, but that still doesn't explain why it was so easy for him to apprehend her. He was expecting more of a fight from her, and a dirty one at that, but in the end he was left with the nagging feeling that she had pulled her punches.
As suspicious as it was, Steve decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth right then. When he found her, Kara was in a crowded public park, the potential for civilian injuries perilously high; keeping people out of harm’s way had to be his first priority. What’s more, Steve knew that Kara would never forgive him if he had a chance to limit how much damage she could do and he chose not to take it.
So he did. It was too easy and he knew it, but Steve took the first opening he saw and didn’t press the issue when Supergirl all but let herself get captured. It’s not until they’re alone in the suite, waiting on a DEO caravan to escort them back to headquarters, that he finally calls her on it.
She’s cuffed, but he’s not under the impression it makes him any safer. Still, he stares her down as if she couldn’t disintegrate him with a glare. "Look, I’m not kidding myself here. I know the only reason I was able to bring you in is because you let me. But I won’t drag any more agents into this until I can be sure you won’t lash out, so get comfortable."
new phone, who dis.
( she knew why he was there. national city was three thousand miles from the avengers' ivory tower, but he was closer. he was the golden boy, the parallel to that two-dimensional too-good-to-be-true golden girl cat had tried to paint her as on tv. little miss do-good, little miss sunshine, always giving, giving, giving, never getting what she wanted. what she needed. not anymore, though. kara wasn't going to settle for second-best, or for what she was allowed. she was going to take it, by force if necessary, and to hell with anybody else.
she had hoped that her little stunt in the park might have netted her a showdown with kal-el, a real fight, something that would flex her muscles just itching for an opportunity, but they'd sent him instead, a patriotic present served up in a bulletproof van. not that bulletproof meant anything to real power. and now, thanks to his sweet, sweet naivety, they were alone, his only backup held aside by his own bravado. )
I don't want anybody to get hurt, ( she drawls, mockingly sincere; in the moments that follow, there's the quiet echo of metal clinking together behind her back, though her hands stay where he'd placed them for now. ) So why don't you come make me comfortable, boy scout?