410. Chapter 410

She doesn’t scoop Alex up bridal style.

Alex would probably kill her, invasion slamming around them or not.

Well, maybe not kill her. Obviously not kill her.

But she wouldn’t get her fair share of potstickers for at least a whole evening, and that just wouldn’t do it for Kara.

So she grabs her big sister with one arm – it’ll make Maggie smirk, later, to tease Alex about how light she is, about how tiny, and Alex will come back with a zinger about Maggie’s height, and James and Winn will tiptoe backwards in mock fear, and the thought of that hilarity, the thought of all of them surviving to hear the story, to tease the teases, to laugh the laughter, is what keeps Kara flying amidst all the screaming, all the death, all the terror – and she holds her safe, holds her steady.

She holds her solid, because she and Alex have flown together since they were children, but Alex has grown to fear what she can’t control, and god, she can’t control freefall during a war zone.

“I’ve got you,” she yells to her – yells, even though their faces are inches apart – and she glances down to see Alex smile.

“You always do,” her big sister yells back, and Kara straightens proudly even as she dodges laser cannons.

“We need to get Winn,” Alex is shouting next, and Kara nods, and she tightens her grip on her big sister, and she speeds down, down, down, back into the fighting.

They get each other to the bar, to safety. Of course they do.

Because the Danvers sisters?

They should come with a warning.