The rooftop bar at Skyline Heights in National City was a glittering hive of activity, its sleek glass railings reflecting the twinkling skyline under a starlit night. The air buzzed with laughter, clinking glasses, and the sultry beat of a live jazz band. Kara Danvers adjusted her glasses, her blonde hair pulled into a loose bun, as she scanned the crowd for her long-lost cousin. She wore a simple navy dress that hugged her curves just enough to turn heads, though she barely noticed the lingering glances. Her mind was on one thing: meeting Carol, the cousin she hadn’t seen since they were kids, before Krypton’s fall and before Earth became her battlefield.
At the far end of the bar, Carol Danvers leaned against the counter, a whiskey neat in her hand, her leather jacket slung over the back of a chair. Her short, tousled blonde hair caught the neon glow of the bar lights, and her piercing gaze surveyed the room with the confidence of someone who owned every space she entered. She wore a fitted black tank top and jeans that showcased her toned physique, and her smirk was as sharp as a blade. She didn’t know what to expect from Kara—some mousy family type, probably—but she was ready to dominate this reunion like she did everything else.
Their eyes locked across the crowded rooftop, a jolt of recognition sparking between them despite the years. Kara’s lips curled into a smile as she strode over, her steps deliberate, her posture radiating a quiet strength. Carol straightened, her smirk widening as she sized up the woman approaching her. Something about Kara’s presence was… electric. Unsettling. And damn if it didn’t intrigue her.
“Well, well, if it isn’t little Kara,” Carol drawled, her voice low and teasing as she raised her glass in a mock toast. “Didn’t think you’d grow up to be such a knockout. What’s your secret? Spin class or alien DNA?”
Kara laughed, a bright, sharp sound that cut through the hum of the bar. She slid onto the stool next to Carol, crossing her legs with a casual grace that belied the power in her frame. “And here I thought you’d be the shy, awkward cousin I remembered. Guess the Air Force turned you into a cocky hotshot. Or is that just the whiskey talking?”
“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t need whiskey to talk a big game,” Carol shot back, leaning in just close enough for Kara to catch the faint scent of her cologne—something woody and daring. “But I’m curious. What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? Looking for trouble, or just a family reunion with a side of sass?”
Kara’s blue eyes glinted with mischief as she ordered a martini, her fingers brushing Carol’s arm as she reached for a cocktail napkin. The contact was brief but deliberate, sending a shiver up Carol’s spine. “Maybe I’m looking for someone who can keep up,” Kara purred, her tone dripping with challenge. “Family or not, I don’t play nice with just anyone. Think you’ve got what it takes, Captain?”
Carol’s grin turned predatory, her gaze raking over Kara with unabashed interest. “Oh, I’ve got plenty, cousin. Question is, can you handle it? I don’t pull punches, even for pretty girls with glasses.”
Their banter escalated as the drinks flowed, each quip laced with innuendo and unspoken dares. Kara leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, I’ve always wondered which of us Danvers girls is the strongest. Care to settle it? Or are you afraid I’ll embarrass you in front of all these nice people?”
Carol barked a laugh, her eyes flashing with competitive fire. “Embarrass me? Honey, I’ve taken down space armadas. You’re cute, but you’re out of your league. Name the game, and I’ll show you who’s boss.”
“Arm-wrestling. Right here, right now,” Kara declared, slamming her elbow onto the bar table with a thud that drew curious glances. Her smile was all teeth, a predator’s invitation. “Unless you’re scared of losing to a reporter with a pen for a weapon.”
Carol’s laughter was a low, dangerous rumble as she matched Kara’s stance, her own arm slamming down with equal force. “Scared? I’m shaking, darling. Let’s see if those delicate little hands of yours can back up that big mouth.”
Their hands clasped, the heat of their skin igniting a current that neither could ignore. The crowd gathered, sensing a spectacle, as the two women locked eyes, their grips tightening. Muscles flexed beneath their civilian disguises, a raw, barely contained power simmering just under the surface. Kara’s gaze was intense, her voice a husky taunt. “Come on, Carol. Don’t hold back. I want to feel every ounce of that so-called cosmic strength.”
Carol’s smirk didn’t falter, though her breath hitched at the challenge in Kara’s tone. “Careful what you wish for, Kara. I might just pin you down so hard you’ll beg for mercy.”
Their contest was a dance of strength and will, neither giving an inch, their forearms trembling with effort. The air between them crackled with something more than rivalry—something primal, electric, a tension that threatened to spill over into something far more dangerous. Kara’s lips parted slightly, her voice a breathy tease. “Is that all you’ve got, cousin? I thought you’d at least make me sweat.”
“Oh, I’ll make you sweat, alright,” Carol growled, her eyes dark with promise. “Just wait until I’ve got you alone.”
The crowd cheered, oblivious to the undercurrent of desire weaving through their words, but before either could claim victory, a distant explosion rocked the city below. Screams echoed faintly, and both women froze, their heads snapping toward the source of the chaos. The game was over. Duty called.
Kara’s eyes narrowed, her playful demeanor replaced by steely resolve. “Sounds like trouble. Guess playtime’s over.”
Carol’s smirk returned, though it was tinged with suspicion. “You’re not seriously thinking of running toward that, are you? What are you, some kind of hero?”
Kara stood, her posture shifting into something undeniably commanding as she shed her glasses, her hair falling loose. In a blur of motion, her civilian clothes gave way to the iconic red and blue of Supergirl, her cape billowing in the night breeze. “Something like that. And you?”
Carol’s jaw dropped for a split second before she recovered, a laugh bursting from her lips as she rose, her own body glowing with cosmic energy. Her tank top and jeans morphed into the red, blue, and gold of Captain Marvel, her power radiating like a star. “Well, damn. Looks like the family business is saving the world. I’m impressed, Kara. Didn’t think you had it in you.”
Kara stepped closer, her smirk matching Carol’s as she looked her up and down. “And I didn’t think you could get any hotter. Guess we’re both full of surprises. Ready to show this city what two Danvers women can do?”
Carol’s grin was wicked, her voice a sultry promise. “Lead the way, Supergirl. But don’t think this means I’m done with you. We’ve got unfinished business, and I always finish what I start.”
With a shared nod, they launched into the night sky, their powers flaring in tandem, a partnership forged in fire and flirtation. The city needed saving, but the heat between them was a crisis all its own—one neither intended to ignore.
To be continued…
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