Mick could get used to Earth 38. It was all sunshine and rainbows here, which meant he didn't feel the same amount of pressure he did on the Waverider. Kara hadn't pushed him to join her hero work, or even to get a job, though that didn't stop him from doing a little of his own hero work on the side, and also stealing money from the lesser criminals to help pay Kara back. Secretly of course; he wouldn't be able to handle the hug and thank yous from the insufferably happy alien.

"So, Mick, I'm off to work. Anything you got going on I need to worry about?"

"Skirt, I don't know anyone here, and I'm not really the dating type. If I wanna sleep with someone, I'll get a hotel. Those big doe eyes make me feel like I'd be disappointing a Disney princess and I'm not sure I could handle it."

Kara flushed, "I didn't need to know that, but if you say so." She immediately brightened up, much to his annoyance. "Anyway! I'll see you when I get home. Food to make yourself something is in the fridge. All of them are microwavable, so no stove, because I'm not an idiot. Not again." She glared at him.

He shrugged. "I painted over the burn mark, I don't know why you're complaining."

"Well, don't burn the place down." She opened the door and threw him another infuriatingly annoying smile and bounced down the hallway.

She wasn't even really annoying him anymore. He was the one infringing on her world, so he couldn't logically find her to be annoying when she was letting him crash for free. He knew he had been going soft ever since he'd gone with the Legends, and damn it all if he wasn't enjoying having friends. Ever since Snart died, he'd been fighting in his name, but now it was more so that no one else had to lose a best friend, even if he did. He didn't allow himself to have any type of friend on the ship after that, and Kara was making that rule really hard to follow. Skirt was the kind of person who could take his grating personality with a smile and even fire a few of her own barbs when she got fired up. It would be nice to have her around a while longer before he had to go back to timeline saving. She was a good friend to have it seemed and he couldn't bring himself to regret naming her as such. Even if it only had been a few days since he'd arrived and he'd been mostly in this happy bubble of her apartment.

He had reclined on the couch, feet kicked up, and her Netflix queue on and continuously playing raunchy gross comedies that he'd knew she'd eventually try out after seeing them on her queue and hate, but just imagining her grossed out face at some of the dirtier jokes was enough for him to suffer through the boring programs. He barely even heard the door open, having relaxed more than usual in the safety of Kara's apartment. He did, however, notice when the cold barrel of a gun was pressed to the back of his ear.

He stiffened before he shrugged and took another swig of beer.

"Don't move! Do you want to die?" The voice was decidedly female, and if he was being honest, kind of hot.

"If I'm gonna die, might as well be with a beer. Who are you?"

"I have the gun, I get to ask the questions. Why are you in my sister's apartment?"

"Skirt is your sister? Funny. She doesn't sound as hot as you."

He felt the cold of the gun press hard against his head. "Now, you're making me want to shoot you. Answer the question."

"Call Supergirl and she'll tell you. In fact, you should be offended she didn't tell you about me sooner. I'm offended that she seems embarrassed enough by me to not tell her sister. Let's be offended together without anyone shooting anyone."

"It's not like Kara to have a secret boyfriend, or bring a guy home and just leave him here. You don't seem her type."

"I'm everyone's type." He felt the gun press deeper. "Except yours apparently."

He heard the dial tone of a phone in the background and the woman clear her throat. "Kara, why is there a man on your couch? I thought we agreed no secret relationships." He grinned to himself knowing that Kara was sputtering. "He's drinking my beer, Kara!"

He counted down in his head from five and no sooner had he done so was Kara coming through her window and trying to defuse the situation. It took a bit, and Kara had to tell Alex the story of them helping each other during the Dominator invasion for her to put down her gun. Mick was finally able to sit up and look at his would be assassin.

"Damn, skirt. Your sister is hot."

He saw both Danvers blush simultaneously.

"I'm gay!" "She's gay!"

Mick shrugged and mumbled. "You're loss."

Alex looked at Kara and furrowed her brow. "How?"

Kara seemed to shrug and looked back at Mick. He was looking at Alex with a scrutinizing eye. "You an alien too?"

"No. Secret government agent."

"Fancy."

She glared at him, but Kara placed a hand on her shoulder and they seemed to communicate through just a look and Alex's posture morphed and she didn't seem as confrontational. He looked at Kara marveling at how she could ease tensions in anyone. "Mick, this is my sister Alex. She's the best."

Alex lifted her hand up to shake Mick's, and after a glare from Kara, who seemed to be threatening him with heat vision, he shook it. "Gay, huh? Blondie would eat you up and spit you out. Don't let her be around when my team come gets me."

Kara seemed to remember a conversation with Sara in that moment and nodded. "Good point."

Alex just looked confused. "Blondie?"

"Never mind that Mick, she's dating someone. A cop." And he couldn't help but notice the amusement that Kara looked at him with when she said it.

He looked to the elder Danvers, whom was blushing fully. "A cop? And here I was thinking you had good judgment, Danvers. Was starting to like you too, thought we bonded by you threatening my life, but if you like to eat bacon, literally," He watched as both Danvers blushed again with Kara making the most disgusted face he'd seen from her. "Then I'll have to reassess what I think about you."

As Alex fumed, while Kara was still trying to choose between amused and almost laughing or stern disapproval, Mick could tell that he and the secret agent would bust each other's balls, but would ultimately get along. After all, Alex looked like the protective sister type, and if that was true than their goals aligned while he was visiting. Keep Skirt happy and healthy, because friends were hard to come by in general and if Mick's had to come from another Earth to find one he might as well make sure this one didn't get themselves blown up.