Blackwave: Carry On

Foretold Danger

Knock! Knock!

There was no answer.

Knock! Knock! 

His heartbeat echoed in his ears as he knocked once more. There wasn't the sound of anyone shuffling to the door yelling to hold on. Wally could feel his heart pounding in his chest...duh-duhn, duh-duhn. He attempted to remain calm, His nerves were frayed profoundly. Repressed anxiety he constructed elaborate rationalizations for why they could be taking so long, but still the nagging voice in the back of his mind spoke of nothing but doom ahead. He paced back from the wooden slab of a door took a moment to calm his nerves. He released a breath of discontent and decided he could wait another minute. But, when that minute came and went he approached the door again.

"Sorry," He whispered.

Wally closed his eyes took in another breath into his chest. He toned out everything around him and focused on vibrating his cells. He kept breathing slowly feeling the air around him. It flowed in and out of his lungs. A soft brush of wind went across his face lifting him up pushing him forward. His body began to vibrate he could feel the ground underneath his boots the power from the lighting, its electricity like a shock. There was something off about the speed force though. Wally could sense something was different momentary. He couldn't quite put it into words how he knew there was something up with the speed force. Barry would probably know. Instantaneously the young speedster phased through the door of his best friends place. 

"Hello? Kara? Lena?" He called out, "Anyone home?!"

At first nothing moved, his brain unable to make sense of the input from his ears and feet. The ground rumbled and the noise is like extended thunder only worse because the vibrations are coming from below. Tables thumped against the floor like it has a mind of its own, and parts of the wood ached. Every fiber of his being commanded him to run, but he was rooted to the spot. A violent gust of wind sent a chilling sensation to Wally's bones.

"Monica?" Kara call back, to her disappointment it was the young speedster instead. She looked him up and down for a second, noticing his fists were clenched at his sides. His eyes followed hers, immedicably unclenched his hand.

"Sorry, instinct." Wally said.

"Oh it's fine, Wally. We are going to be on pin and needles until Monica comes home."

"Speaking of Monica, I've come to a decision." Wally said, as he paced forward. "In Spectrum's absents Nextwave is in dyer need of leadership in such time of untrust. I intend to volunteer to lead temporarily until Spectrum returns to us."

Kara nodded in her understanding, Nextwave shouldn't be left in chaos or worse disband. It would be shot to the heart for Monica. Lena's tender fingers touched Kara's hand.

"I thought Nextwave didn't have a sole leader."

Wally peered down for a moment before answering, "It doesn't... There's a silent understanding that Monica was leading. She brought all of us together."

"What do you want from us? Our support?"

"No, ultimately it will be the team's decision. If I am selected to lead, Nextwave will aid Supergirl in the defense of this city. L Corp will receive additional security protocol and men. And, I've sent word to the Rambeau estate on the matters dealing with their daughter." Wally cleared his voice, "I'm sorry we even need to have this conversation but Monica didn't leave us too many choices."

"Thank you, Wally. I have a feeling in the coming days crime is going to be at an all time high." Lena said, crossing her arms. "Lex still has minions."

Kara looked down slightly, touched her forehead nervously fidgeting with her glasses. She took in a breath to calm herself before speaking again. Her stomach had been in knots all day. Relief wasn't around the corner. Her face, rigid with tension, belied her youthfulness, she seemed to have aged a decade in the past few hours. Wally read her  body language noticing Monica's absences had truly left a mark on Kara. 

"When did you know..?"

"I've seen the bruises she gets... when you all... plus the security cameras caught you flying once. Monica, of course, scolded me and I erased the footage." Wally said.

Kara shifted away from the conversation and huffed, "Of course, she did. Monica lives to protect those she loves."

"That's why we must protect her now that she truly needs it. I may not agree with her actions but she must have her reasons." Wally reassured.

Kara nodded, "I agree. Thank you Wally for everything."

"Us heroes have to stick together in times of crisis," Wally said before speeding off.

Crisis. The word rung deep into her ear. There was a feeling of weakness, a sort of powerlessness now, as though Kara were about to be ill but was never quite ill enough, as though she were about to come down with something but did not quite come down with. Her breathing hallowed out as a pain formed behind her eyes. Kara snatched off her glasses in frustration.

"Losing your head in a crisis is a good way to become the crisis." Lena said.

"He's right. Monica didn't leave us much of a choice. Now, she's in danger, as are you. And, her family.."

"They will be protected by the best of us. You, Kara."

Kara hesitated to speak her mind for the look in Lena's eyes was of unrelenting faith. She truly believe that Kara could protect everyone. Not as Supergirl, but as Kara Danvers, her fiancé.

"I don't even know them, the Rambeau's." Kara spouted out, "This is not the way I should be meeting them."

"Your right, Kara. This isn't the way you should be meeting them but this is your chance to make an impression. Take it." Lena urged.

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