Kara had never considered dying on her own couch. What a stupid way to go.
But here she was, James Olson standing over her with that damned look on his face.
She had never actually thought of how she would die. Some big battle with some big evil after which she would sacrifice herself to save the day and a memorial in her likeness would be erected? Nah—that wasn't her thing. At a ripe old age surrounded by her family, her children as she parted words of wisdom? That was a snort-worthy pipe dream. But just as ordinary Kara, helpless, on her sofa? That was insane! Choking on a pot-sticker would have at least been funny, but no, she just got the living snot kicked out of her.
Nothing was "flashing before her eyes". Not the life she's led or the people she'd met. There was no montage of defining moments reeling with a Cold Play song. She also never considered what her last thoughts would be about. Her life as a superhero? Her mother? Her accomplishments on Earth? Her cousin? Missed opportunities with James Olson as he watched on?
No, she was thinking of Alex, and how absolutely pissed she was going to be.