I was originally going to post this at the end of the previous chapter, but I was tired and totally forgot. I would add on to it, and post a author's note explaining this, but that would be a waste of time. So let's say this is a post episode or chapter thing.

Also on a sad note, I'm starting classes tomorrow, so updates will depend on when I have the time.

I hope you all enjoy.

Post M&M M

Mon-El sighed as he stood outside the training room. It was one of the few places in the DEO that had privacy… well not really; he had to have the cameras off because he wanted what he said to be private. He had asked J'onn to stop the surveillance in the room. He would've asked Winn, but he was on a date with an alien girl he was starting to go out with, Lyra was her name.

J'onn had given him 20 minutes, which was than enough time.

He heard the sounds of gunfire in there. He would've been concerned, but it was the firing range after all. He took another breath, opened and closed the door on his way in. He saw Natasha practicing her aim, and he could see the absolute focus while doing it.

Mon-El cleared his voice loudly. Natasha stopped, took off her headphones, and glasses, and looked at him.

"You have good aim." He complimented.

Natasha turned the safety on her gun, placed it on the table and said," Thanks, my job requires my skills to be in top performance."

Her face was neutral, but he could see a slight curve of her mouth.

Mon-El nodded and said," Yeah… being a cool spy and all."

"Is there something you need? Or does Kara or J'onn need help with anything?" She asked.

"No, last I heard, she was talking to Captain Rogers back at her place. And J'onn has everything handled with whatever is going on right now. I… actually wanted to talk to you."

"What about?"

Mon-El wasn't the type of person to lose his cool or thoughts. But this was one of the few times he did. But, if he wanted to let her know what he wanted to say. He would have to man up, and say it.

"Look I uh… I like you. And I wanted to know if you wanted to go out with me? And I also want to get to know you better. Not trying to sound mean or anything, but you don't seem like the person to open up. I mean, I could tell you did a little bit, due to Kara and Steve being around. But I could tell you don't open up to people you don't trust fully. And I was also hoping to gain yours."

Natasha stood with her arms crossed, and had a neutral expression.

"Is that all?"

"Yeah, and if you don't… I understand. I just wanted to say what was on my chest… is that how the expression goes?"

Natasha allowed herself a small grin, but it soon disappeared.

"Sorta, but, I'm flattered, I am. But, I don't think I'm the kind of person anyone would want to go out with. It's best that you forget about it, and leave it at that."

Mon-El was prepared for a rejection, even though not as blunt as that was, but he told himself that he would try anyway.

He crossed his arms like Natasha, had a firm look and said, "Well I'm not planning to."

Natasha wouldn't admit, but he had guts, and she respected it. She was sorta tempted to wipe the floor with him, but apparently Kryptonite didn't affect him, and she didn't have any red sun bombs on her.

So she had to listen to his cute face… ok, did not know where that came from.

"Look, I know about the past, what it entails I don't know, I know Kara knows, but she said it isn't her's to tell. And I get that it's going to be bad. But, I can see the good person that you are. You pretend you aren't, but you are. So let me be one of the few people who could be let in."

Natasha neutral expression looked different, as if she wanted to say or do something. She didn't want to say it, but she felt like she could trust him. Even though she shouldn't, and she should know better. She didn't open up for just anyone. Clint was the first, then to his family, Coulson, somewhat to Fury and Hill, and most recently to Kara and the team to a degree.

What made Mon-El any different?

She didn't know what say but soon found the words and said," And what if I do? What can you do to make me trust you? To allow myself to even consider starting something we don't even know will happen?"

"Maybe I reveal something about myself. Something I haven't to anyone. I know it won't matter anymore, but I think I should say it. I'm. not just some regular Daxamite… I'm the former Prince of Daxam."

Ok, whatever Natasha thought he was going to say when said he would reveal a secret, it wasn't that. She had thought he was going to say he was some sort of fugitive from another planet. Or was some hardened criminal, and he made up this persona.

But a Prince from a different planet, wasn't something she would thought of.

"I was pretty much the textbook spoiled rich kid, threw parties, was selfish and… a womanizer. Basically everything a stereotypical Prince was. It all changed when Krypton exploded, and Daxam was being destroyed along with it. I wanted to stay and be with everyone, including my parents. I was preppy a ship for one of my bodyguards, but he closed it on me, and I was sent here, after spending time in the Phantom Zone.

I still feel guilty for not staying on Daxam. But after coming here, and getting to know everyone and everything. I knew I had change myself, and I did. I didn't tell anyone because it didn't matter anyway. And you are the first person I'm revealing this too. I might tell everyone else later."

Mon-El finished after that, and they said nothing for about a minute.

Natasha started to walk to him, and she stood in front of him, she pulled down his shirt, and kissed his cheek. She then let's go, looked at him, and gave him a small smile.

"Alright, I guess we can try it out." She then got serious and said," But, if you do anything that will hurt me, I will hurt you, I will find a way."

Mon-El, despite being threatened, and he was sorta frightened, smiled and said," I promise I won't. Former Prince honor. So… where do you want to go?"

"Well, if we're taking things slow. I suggest we go for some drinks, and talk."

"Alright cool, and being the gentlemen I'll be doing the paying."

"K, let me just get changed into some regular clothes, and we'll leave."

Natasha sent him a quick wink, and left to go to the women's changing room. Mon-El let out a sigh of relief, knowing he had a chance with her. But he remembered what Kara said, and had to respect Natasha's wishes of taking things slow. He was interested to know stuff about her past. He had a feeling or knew it wasn't going to be good, but he had some time to think about it. And he hoped he could help her with it, even though she might have already with the other people she was close to.

Angelica sat in her room reading a book on her desk, when she felt it. She groaned as she fanned herself, as she started to feel hot. She knew it was summer, but sometimes she felt like the heat had some kind of vendetta against her. It had happened a couple times before. It felt like a hot flash, even though it wasn't, she wasn't sick... or on menopause. So she just chalked it up to it being summer, and global warming.

She got up, and walked to the kitchen to get some water. Although she thought she smelled something burning, but shrugged it off.

If she would've noticed where her arm was propped on her desk, she would've saw a slight burn mark on the wood.