Supergirl Imagines

Sanvers | Numbers

Maggie's P.O.V.

Alex is obsessed with numbers and math. Like, really, really obsessed with it. When she's feeling a certain type of emotion, she does a certain type of math calculation. She multiplies as a distraction from pain - such as when she's exercising - and divides numbers when she's stressed. Alex calculates percentages when she's excited and ratios when she's angry. She identifies shapes and angles when happy and counts things when sad. I memorized which calculation goes with which feeling once I realized they were corresponding.

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When I realized Alex multiplies when in pain, we were having a competition to see who could plank the longest. I don't know how the debate started or why, but we wanted to settle the argument.

It had been 5 minuets when I glanced over at Alex and noticed she was mouthing something to herself. Her face was scrunched up in exertion but also, more intriguingly, concentration.

"Talking to yourself over there, Danvers." I smirk teasingly at her and Alex rolls her eyes.

"I'll have you know, I'm doing multiplication in my head," She states matter-of-factly and then continues to mutter to herself.

Alex won the challenge.

"Do you always multiply when you're exercising?" I ask curiously, after I've regained some energy and can pull myself up off the floor.

"Not just when I'm exercising. I usually do it when I'm in pain. It helps distract me." Alex shrugs as if it's the most normal thing in the word.

"Nerd," I tease, smiling softly at her. The next thing I know, a pillow is flying at my face.

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Eliza is coming to visit the next time I learn one of Alex's math quirks. She's been pacing for the last hour and I'm surprised she hasn't burned a whole in the ground at this point. This time, Alex is calculating math loud enough for me to hear.

"2,367 divided by... 9 equals... 263, even. 14,7...64 divided by, um, 13 equals 1,135.6...92. 5,806 divided by..."

"Babe! What are you doing?" I ask, putting my hands on Alex's shoulders so she can't continue to wear down the floor.

"Dividing?" Alex responds as if she's asking me a question.

"Yeah, I got that part. But, why?" I raise my eyebrows and she shrugs.

"I do it when I'm nervous." Alex goes back to pacing and I let out a worried sigh.

At least she's got a healthy habit.

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The next time Alex is rattling off math facts, we're on a flight out of National City to take a much needed vacation. Alex is practically bouncing in her seat the entire way there.

"Did you know there's a 16.6 percent chance you get sat by the left window? And a 20 percent chance somebody chooses water to drink? And a 13.4 percent chance... Whats that look for?"

"Why do you know this?" I ask, giving Alex a soft smile.

"Because I calculated it in my head, obviously. I love finding percentages. Especially when I'm excited," Alex rambles and I bump her playfully with my shoulder.

"Leave it to Alex Danvers to do math while we're supposed to be on vacation," I tease, giving her another smile. Alex returns it with a wide grin and a small laugh.

"You love it," she points out and my smile gets bigger.

"I never said I didn't."

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There's several other circumstances that help me know the type of math Alex is going to be doing. It's really helpful to have her quirks memorized so then I know what's she feeling without Alex having to directly tell me. But it is annoying because, now, I may or may not do multiplication equations in my head as I go for a run in the morning.