17589/It's a bird, it's a plane, it's homemade banana bread

It's a bird, it's a plane, it's homemade banana bread
Date of Scene:	07 April 2024
Location:	Carol Danver's Rural House
Synopsis:	Kara visits Carol in the wake of a breakup. Friendship, family, and delicious banana bread shall heal all emotional wounds.
Cast of Characters:	Carol Danvers, Kara Danvers

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Carol Danvers has posed:
In the wake of trying times, most people retreat in on themselves at least a little bit. They need time to decompress and put themselves back together before they feel comfortable being around friends and family again. Which is not the situation Carol Danvers finds herself in. Did she recently have to respond to a series of sabotaged trains threatening to cause mass casualties as part of some HYDRA plot? Yes. But that is literally just a Friday for an Avenger.

Not that Carol doesn't have those moments of loneliness that most people have. It's just that over time she's learnt that leaving herself in that headspace is a Bad Idea. It's usually the onset of problems, problems that she then makes Everybody Else's too... and so? Banana bread and texting. The banana bread was easy enough. Old family recipe pulled out of a little tin of index cards, and when you're a superheroine who's flying around the world all the time? Overripe bananas are a constant.

The texting was trickier though. Not in using her phone. Despite her self deprecating claims, Carol knows how to use her phone. But who to text? Ah. She knows exactly who.

Which is why Kara's phone begins to chirp incessantly. 'Hey Kara. It's the other Danvers. The Carol Danvers.' 'We haven't hooked up in awhile. I mean like hung out. Caught up.' 'I have banana bread.' 'Well, I will have banana bread soon.' and a picture of the loaf pan in the oven.

Is Carol trying to bribe Kara to drop by the farmhouse? Oh. Absolutely.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Conversely, Kara is in a relatively darker place. Not that she's feeling any emotional distress, though there's some that comes with sudden breakups, more that loneliness is a constant part of her life. Sure, she has her mother, she has her cousin, she has her sisters and clones and neices and nephews, but that's family. They have to like you by dent of relation.

Suddenly back on her own, without much of a place to stay aside from the Fortress of Solitude, she's definitely feeling the name of the place while sitting with her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hand. ALSO conversely, Kara really isn't that well versed in cellular devices. She understands how they work, of course, but there's a whole ettiquette to it that requires years of careful study and experience that she lacks completely.

Which is why it takes her a little while to respond and the response is in the from of a knock on the door to the farm. She use to live here, however, and has a key... so rather than waiting around, she lets herself in and peers about. "Carol?" She knows a bribe when she sees one. Her familiar Kryptonian accent carries, "It is Kara." Because who else would it be?

In pajamas, with her hair in a ponytail... a very short ponytail because she's opted to stay with the cute pixie cut... padding barefoot towards the kitchen where she's most likely to find her gal pal and off motherly figure. Met with a big, if slightly sad, grin. "Hey."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol's lips split in a little smile, just a ghost of a hidden moment of the dynamic, confident, and seemingly Always Business woman relishing a moment of pure, domestic enjoyment. That accent, the voice, that... pure and total Karaness of knocking when she has a key and has been invited has Carol reaching into the oven to pull out the banana bread just in time. Do her powers let her judge it's perfectly done? They just might. But they definitely let her pick up a screaming hot loaf pan bare handed and give it just a little shake before she sets it down on a pot holder so as to not scorch the table.

Her arms cross as Kara comes into view, her hips cock, she's dressed down herself, not in pajamas mind, but a faded Avengers t-shirt and a pair of boyshorts that probably prove Carol forgot Kara's got a 'Let's just get this going' drive that runs in the proverbial family. But hey, what's family for if not not worrying about the details? Besides, in an instant, Carol's eyes are locked, just a little intent on Kara's face, seeming to read every little detail. Her lips quirk slightly, not quite a frown, but building the foundation of one.

"Do I have to throw someone's car into the sun? I'll do it." There's no hint of humor or mirth in that question, which... surely... must be Carol's brand of humor. Right? But maybe it's not, as she only holds back from applying any powered speed to sweeping over and hooking an arm around Kara's slender shoulders to pull her in, "Okay, banana bread /and/ venting. Hit me with it." Her eyes narrow slightly, "And don't you dare give me that 'Oh, it's my fault, I must have been too distant or alien' stuff, Kara. That's an order." Her lips press in a thin line... hopefully Kara will not remember that she can't give orders to a civilian. Or she'll latch onto the excuse to just be open.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara, for as confident as she can appear in almost any situation on Earth, is still just a twenty year old dealing with real twenty year old problems. Tugging at the draw strings on the front of her pink pajama pants, she shrugs a shoulder at the question. "No, that will not be necessary. It is my fa-..." Carol specifically forbade her express this opinion of matters and it draws out a hint of a frown from the Kryptonian teen...

Blue eyes glance down, then back up, with another demure shrug. "I have been very distant the last few weeks. Things were going very good between us, at least I thought that. I did not feel like I must be there every second of every day." Her expression tightens, curls, and tugs downward.

"I woke up today and was told that, perhaps, we had grown too distant. That he needed some space. So..." Hands motion around. "I am not angry. I do not think it is specifically my doing, anymore than I blame him for it. It is just... it happens." She doesn't say it, but it is definitely implied, that it happens to her a lot.

The frown attempts to pretend it is a smile, still tugging at her draw strings.

"I will be fine."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol isn't holding back, oh no, one eyebrow is /lifted/ as soon as Kara's trying to place the blame on herself. But still, she's not crossing her arms sternly... sure, it's because what would be the motion to begin crossing them is instead a slow squeeze to Kara's shoulders as Carol draws a slow breath and sighs out softly... at least until Kara cuts off and begins to speak again.

And then the younger woman's speaking painful, aching truth that has Carol sigh out and murmur softly, "Aww... goddamn, kiddo you just... gotta find the right person. It sucks, it really does, but..." She chews her lower lip for a moment, mind working to try and bring words to years of painful experience, "Especially with our lifestyle, you're always going to be... different than anyone else. Even other..." Her head tilts for a moment, "...Justice-loving pajama enthusiasts? You know? It's just a natural consequence of... how much responsibility is on your shoulders.

And it's pure instinct to comfort and protect, that core of Carol that she hides from so many people with the bravado and the confidence and the 'Punch first, energy blast later, brag even later, maybe someday deal with the true emotional toll of life' style that has her lean in and press her lips atop Kara's head in a warm little peck. "Hey. You /will/ be okay."

Eyes narrow slightly and she murmurs out, "Even if it takes two thirds of a loaf of banana bread, an afternoon of bad movies, or good movies, and... I mean, if you do feel angry. Frustrated... I've cleared the barn out. There's three good sized chunks of rusted tractor you can smash." She heaves out a sigh. Because of course Kara's not going to smash up the rusted hulk int he back yard. Because she really is as genuine and sweet as she seems.

"I mean, if you'll have time next week, Janet's throwing a costume party. You could go as Florida."

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara pushes up her grin a little more, but it lacks the usual ease she wears so casually most of the time. No matter what she says about these things being 'just a part of life', it still sucks. Nothing will make it not suck except time. So she accepts the comfort, adds her own squeeze of a hug, and nods to what is said.

"Yes, I will be fine. This is not the first time." It isn't, no matter how edgy it might sound. She's had several of these conversations over the last year. Some of it is the nature of who she is, what she does, and how alien she is. The pointed slope of her ears is a physical indication of how alien she actually is. The slant of her eyes that gives her that etherial elven appearance.

With a head resting on Carol's chest, just listening and accepting the hug, she shakes her head. "No, that is okay." To breaking something to get her anger out. "I understand it is very human to bottle it up and explode in inappropriate moments when it grows to big a burden to continue carrying. I wish to experience this." That's a joke, of course, if the hint of a grin when she peeks up is indication.

"Thank you, Carol."

Carol Danvers has posed:
Carol smirks lopsidedly and taps that delicately pointed ear as she murmurs out dryly, "I mean, still. Think about the costume party. You could og as... oh... gosh. I forget the character's name. She's from this anime about dungeons and dragons... and uhh... eating the monsters. I swear, it's cuter than it sounds. In faaaaact..." Her eyes narrow as Carol calculates on whether or not she can draw Kara into watching anime and enjoying that banana bread.

Besides, helping Kara with /her/ relationship woes will keep Carol from focusing on her own relationship status and her recent growing friendship with one Kate Kane.

Because Kara's the wise one of the duo, That unique Kryptonian viewpoint, that seemingly ageless level of wisdom in the young woman... a level of wisdom Carol can't seem to bring herself to even approximate. But why dwell on that when there's fresh banana bread, softened butter, and a Kara to dote on?

"Hey, you know you can always count on me to give you what you need, kiddo."

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara peels herself away from Carol, if reluctantly, and pats the curve of muscular arms with a big grin that certainly resembles her more expressive smiles. The shadow of sadness remains, of course, but it's tempered now. "I will consider it." Whether that is watching anime or going dressed as a character from one to a costume party?

She dips her head in a nod and glances to the banana bread as if she could eat the entire loaf before they ever make it to a couch. "Yes, well... first what I am wanting is some of this-" Pointing to the loaf, which she's making her way towards with grabby hands flicking open and closed. The cookie monster after foods.

"After we have destroyed this we will work on the future plans."