Kara was trapped inside her own head, stars swirling through her and setting her skin on fire, a pure pain going down to her bones. It was forever and it was no time at all, spent tumbling through an endless maze of death and loss, of distant loved ones and dead strangers. But all at once the sweet heaviness of consciousness dragged Kara into herself again, and she could hear.
"Une poule blanche, est là dans la grange..."
She couldn't see, but she could hear, and she sang, chapped lips parting reluctantly to admit a weak voice. "Qui va faire un petit coco..." She opened her eyes and found a hand near her own, and grasped it. "Pour l’enfant qui va fair’ dodo."
Tony was there. Oh, god. Through everything, Tony was still there, and she couldn't help but smile.
"El -- Power Girl?" He said, moving closer, hand tightening around her smaller one reflexively. She looked like death warmed up. But she was awake. He reached over to cup her cheek in his palm, adjust the damp washcloth with the calloused pads of twitchy fingers fresh from white-knuckling the chair arm. Her skin was still hot to the touch.
The corner of his mouth quirked upwards. He found himself both relieved and irritated at being relieved; obviously, she was going to fine. He shouldn't have worried.
"J'ai vu une femme chante à son bébé mort une fois,", Power Girl began, her eyes misting over in memory. "à Marseille." She looked back at Tony and smiled softly, leaning into Tony's hand on her cheek. "J'ai dû apprends les paroles."Even as the minutes ticked by, she felt herself getting stronger by degrees. Obviously, the r- (and she shied away from that thought)- the thing hurting her was impairing her healing factor. It could be hours, even days before she was healthy. Concentrating briefly, Kara tried to float off the bed and found that she couldn't- her body had lost its powers during its shut-down. Most likely, they wouldn't start to return until she was healed
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Well. A lot of things made a lot more sense -- he'd suspected, but pushed the whole so she can fly around, has weird laser eye-powers and x-ray vision, like that's in large supply -- into the back of his mind, figuring that trivial information could be overlooked while innocent lives required saving. Everyone kept secrets for different reasons. He wasn't going to begrudge Kara her identity.
"Kara." He tested the name on his tongue. He liked it better than Elle, simpler, fit her better. "Huh. Sounds Kryptonian. Like Kal-El." He shot her a look.
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"Une poule blanche, est là dans la grange..."
She couldn't see, but she could hear, and she sang, chapped lips parting reluctantly to admit a weak voice. "Qui va faire un petit coco..." She opened her eyes and found a hand near her own, and grasped it. "Pour l’enfant qui va fair’ dodo."
Tony was there. Oh, god. Through everything, Tony was still there, and she couldn't help but smile.
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The corner of his mouth quirked upwards. He found himself both relieved and irritated at being relieved; obviously, she was going to fine. He shouldn't have worried.
Eyes crinkling, he asked, "Comment avez-vous su?"
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"Kara." He tested the name on his tongue. He liked it better than Elle, simpler, fit her better. "Huh. Sounds Kryptonian. Like Kal-El." He shot her a look.
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