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She knows there's no cameras inside the elevator, but she checks anyway. She let's out a sigh to no one. Alex said that she can't keep letting Cat get under her skin. That people like Cat get some sick rise out of pushing people around.
But that's the thing. Kara has never met any other person like Cat. There's no body else that Kara wants to prove herself to or prove wrong. When she first came to the superhero scene, Cat was her first critic (and fan). Kara has banned Alex from making fun of her reaction to Cat's choosing of her super name. The obliviousness to the whole "girl" fiasco was bad enough, but when a couple of weeks went by and Kara was finally filling in her super boots that's when it happened. The flippant comment of, "that's my girl" made Kara nearly teeter off and into the glass of Cat's office.
There would've been no explanation for that one. The constant barrage of broken office supplies is easy to wave off, but barreling through glass with not a single abrasion, that's not as easy.
And now that's she's gotten a grip on her powers she's started a dangerous game of using them during office hours. She'll use her flight to get anything Mrs. Grant desires on a whim. Exclusive hard to find bulletproof coffee? No problem. Eggplant parmesan from that Italian restaurant across town. You don't even have to ask. (And most times Cat didn't. Kara just chalked it up to finally growing accustomed to her responsibilities to being Cat's assistant.)
She'll speed read through emails and edits. Alex would always hate her record breaking wpm when they were younger. Eliza had to console Alex and say that her's were just as impressive for a human child. Kara would wholeheartedly agree. Eliza would then remind Kara not to nod her head so eagerly. And that just because she can't break her neck, it is unsettling to see her daughter's head move at that velocity.
And now here she was hurdling closer and closer to the bullpen, seriously contemplating using her heat vision to warm up Mrs. Grant coffee. If she had to see Cat throw away another cup of coffee without so much as a sip, she'll literally throw herself into the sun.
She let out another deep audible sigh. Sighing through Kryptonian lungs had it's perks.
OK, so she's doing this.
She lowered her glasses and gave Mrs. Grant's coffee a quick little zap. The thought of any side effects suddenly rushed to Kara just as the elevator door dinged open. Kara thought maybe she can superspeed back to Noonan's without Mrs. Grant noticing.
"KIERA."
Sometimes Kara swears to Rao that Mrs. Grant is the one with super senses.
In signature Danvers' style, Kara makes her way to Mrs. Grant's office with slouched shoulders and an ever obedient, "Yes, Mrs. Grant?"
"Kiera, did you have a hard time?"
"Hard time?"
"Yes. Did you have a hard time grinding the coffee beans yourself?"
"N-no, Mrs. Grant."
Cat let out a disgruntled sigh and that was the end of the conversation.
Cat stretches out her hand and expertly lifts one eyebrow up.
Kara is immediately transfixed. She's left wondering if all humans can inhabit an emotion with a minute change in facial expression and an elegant extension of an arm.
Remembering that Cat very much dislikes having to wait, Kara falls out of her stupor and all but shoves the expectant woman her drink.
With a tsk to the lack of grace, Cat dismisses Kara with a "that will be all."
"Of course Mrs. Grant."
Thankful for her newly attuned social cues, Kara makes haste for the door. Once on the other side, Kara's stiff shoulders relax. On instinct, Kara listens in on Cat, waiting for her reaction.
Rao.
Was that—did she just hear Mrs. Grant moan? No. That couldn't be it.
Kara continues to listen in rationalizing to herself it's only to make sure her hearing is working correctly.
There it goes again!
So it turns out Kryptonians are not immune to blushing.
Kara's stiff shoulders are back in full force. She robotically makes her way back to her desk. She sits down (it's more like a bag of potatoes being dumped onto her chair). She turns her computer monitor and lowers her chair so that most of her body is hidden. As sly as Kara can be, she lowers her glasses and uses her x-ray vision.
Rao. Oh. Rao.
Kara makes a mental note to make sure there is always foamed milk in all of Mrs. Grant's future coffee order as she sees Mrs. Grant lick the tiny amount of foam left on her lips.
Again transfixed, Kara watches as Cat's head is thrown back while her eyes flutter close. One of Cat's hand skates across the thin gold necklace she's wearing and begins playing with it. Again another content hum is heard.
Kara subconsciously matches the noise.
Well this is new.