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Helena had lunch with Kara, and she had noticed that kara was much quieter than before and only picking away at her food. That could not be a good thing. Especially for her.

"Kara," Helena had said to her, having her look back at her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Kara told her, letting out a breath. "I'm fine."

"You got yourself comfort food," Helena said to her. "That's the food your cousin normally cooked and shared with you, and you're not even trying to eat it."

"I hate it when you do that," Kara said to her, and Helena only shrugged back at her. "The invasion. Look at what could have happened. Clark wasn't around, and I didn't do anything."

Guilt could be clearly written across her face. It had always been there whenever something bad was happening out in the world, but at that time it was worse and more pronounced. Helena reached out to her to take a hold of one of her hands, lightly squeezing it.

"Stop dwelling in the past, Kara, she told her. "That's no way for your to be able to live your life."

Kara was listening to her, and she pulled her hand back. "Have you ever had a feeling that you should do something with your gifts?"

Helena was just thoughtful as Kara had been. She had to ignore the feeling of guilt she had since she had to stop all of those years ago. "Yeah. . .I have been feeling that often."

She shook her head and took a small bite of her food. There came a point in time when she started to cover her ears like she was trying to drown at the sounds of the city trying to rebound after a devastating attack.

"Things will work out, Kara," Helena said to her.

She shrugged back at Helena. "I don't know. . ."

Her phone went off, and she quickly answered it, listening to her boss on the other end of the call. When it ended, Kara was quickly on her feet.

"That was Cat," Kara said, referring to her boss, Cat Grant. "I have to pick something up for her."

Helena waved her off. "Have fun with that."

Kara grimaced, and she was long gone. That had left her to think about what was happening and what the two of them briefly spoke about. Kara was not the only one who was ignoring that feeling of wanting to really help out all of the people she could, even when she had that kind of ability to do so.

She became very thoughtful over something, and she wondered what she could potentially do.

Steve was back at that gym that evening, and he could see that Helena was there alone, in her own worlds as she had worked on how to fight. She did not really notice him being there. He could not look away from her again, and there was no denying the kind of skill that she had possessed.

There came a point in time when she noticed that not only was he there, but he had been watching her. She stopped what she was doing to look back at him.

"You must be so distracted," she said to him. She walked closer to him, and he could see the way she had started to glow from how she had been working out. "I don't think watching me work out is quite useful for you."

She had quirked up one of her eyebrows as she had looked back at him. That was her way of telling him that she had caught him. Despite himself, he could feel how his face started to become a little warmer, and by the way she was so close to smiling back at him, he knew she noticed that as well.

"You have some skill," Steve commented after he had cleared his throat.

"My dad's overprotective," Helena told him. "He felt better about me going out into the real world if he knew I could defend myself."

From what he had learned about her, he was not surprised about that sort of thing. Her father was a man who had lost so much, so he would do what he could to make sure the people who were still in his life were safe.

Helena went to drink some water, remaining calm. He could not look away from her as she had moved. It was like she was trying to get him to pay attention to her.

"How are you doing?" Helena asked him, becoming a little bit more serious.

"I'm doing fine," he had said to her.

Helena did not seem too convinced about that. "I've noticed you only come here at night, and you go straight towards those punching bags. How many have you broken since you started coming here?"

He only shrugged back at her. "I don't know. . ."

She nodded. Helena wanted to help him at the moment. "I'm willing to talk to you, if you want."

He was going to say something, but he decided something else instead. "Why?"

"After a loss," she said to him. She wanted him to understand why that would have been important for them. "It's better to talk to someone about it instead of bottling it all up. Trust me."

She had a faraway look for a moment, thinking about something that had happened in her life a long time ago. She knew what she was talking about at the moment.

"I'll think about it," he told her, causing her to quirk up an eyebrow at him. "I mean it. I'll think about it."

"Good," Helena told him, getting ready to leave the gym. "You're not the type of person who can pull off being dark and brooding."

"You're leaving?" He asked her. Steve found himself not wanting to have her go. He liked having her close to him.

She paused to look back at him. "Until you talk to someone, this seems to help you. I'm a distraction for you."