A Place for Shana
“They won’t let you keep here, huh?” I asked Skye while flipping through another file.
“Nope. They say I’m stretching myself enough these days as it is without adding the attention Shana will need from me. Mama Kent?
“Babysitting the munchkins are all she can handle these days I’m afraid.”
“Well handing her over to the system is out of the question. Who knows who she’ll end up with or where,” Skye said in an icy anger laced tone tinged with pain from old wounds.
“Agreed. So we keep searching within the people we know and trust first and work outwards,” I declared setting the file aside in the ‘no pile’.
“Speaking of our littlest Avenger, where is she?”
“Nat is showing her self-defense moves than Darcy is going to show her how to make brownies,” I answered, smiling at the feelings I’m picking up coming from both of them. The happiness and love they feel for the newly orphaned girl. Orphaned by me and my fight with my Doomsday. Darcy and Nat equally warned me not to go down that road. Instead flooring me with their warmth and love.
“What about…you?”
“Me?” I questioned.
“I mean she knows you, Kara. She knows you’re Supergirl and knows to keep it to herself. She loves you and your girls. Maybe you three could…”
“Don’t put that in my head,” I stopped her with a pained sigh, “We still haven’t even discussed the M word and you want us to think about kids?”
“It was just a thought,” Skye defended.
“It was a bad thought,” I told her a tad harshly.
“Okay, fine. Moving on,” Skye said tapping a bit louder on her laptop, looking over potential SHIELD agents as foster parents. I was going over half of SI’s files while Pepper took the other half. We worked like this in a tense silence for ten minutes before I let out an anguished sigh and cupped my head in my hands.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s cool,” Skye replied, sensing more going on behind her suggestion now.
“Nat can’t have kids,” I stated sadly, “Those…they made it so she couldn’t while she was in the Red Room. It’s irreversible. My physiology may not be compatible for reproduction with humans. According to Jor-El. Leaving Darcy our only option besides adoption. But like I said. We haven’t even discussed marriage yet, little own kids. I think we’re all in silent agreement not to have any major life altering discussions until we have our fourth with us.”
“I get it,” Skye said soothingly, rubbing my neck, “All I know is any kid would be lucky to have you as a mom regardless of how she comes to be with you.”
“Thanks,” I breathed turning and smiling warmly at her, it quickly turning in to a mischievous smirk. “What about if you told your parents you and Bobbi would…”
“Nope,” Skye drew out, sitting back and going back to work.
“Turnabout is fair play,” I laughed as Skye stuck her tongue out at me childishly. Her eyes glassed over suddenly and a bright smile covered her face. Apparently I either sparked an idea or she found the perfect person in the files.
“You just gave me a great idea. I need to go call Bobbi,” Skye was up out of the seat and sprinting to her phone in her jacket pocket. She pulled it out and was about to dial when she turned and narrowed her eyes at me. “A little privacy please.”
“This is my place,” I reminded her waving around our apartment in the Tower.
“You’re point?” Skye countered.
“Fine,” I huffed getting up and heading to the door, letting her have her privacy while I check in on Shana. I stopped though and turned to give her my own narrowed eyed glare. “Just know whoever you have in mind better be good enough for our little sister.”
Because that’s what she has become to both of us since we met her. A sweet, kind, funny kid who is scary mature for her age and more than capable of handling the craziness that is her Avenger and SHIELD family. So whoever Skye is thinking of better be prepared to have both sets on their case if they agree to take her in.
“He is. He deserves a second chance…after getting a second chance,” was all Skye would say about this potential foster parent. I just shrugged my shoulders, shot her a wink to show I trust her and left.