Yo! I wrote a thing. Remember when Cat fell out of a plane and Kara caught her? Yeah, it takes place during that. Obviously, I added some stuff.
Cat gripped the seat belt with a desperation she hadn’t felt in decades when an explosion wracked the plane. The fuselage door was ripped off its hinges and the wings disintegrated in a fiery blast, forcing the plane to plummet towards the ground like a giant, metal paperweight.
The sudden jostling threatened her tenuous hold, and letting go spelled certain death, but the twisting and jarring of the plane wrested her loose, and a gut-wrenching realization of impending death engulfed her.
Regrets flashed through her mind as she tumbled out of the plane, a moment eerily reminiscent of the time she’d been thrown off the balcony. The regret foremost in her mind was her lack of courage in telling Kara how she felt. Instead of revealing her feelings, Cat had run. She’d run with the excuse of conquering new seas, telling Kara to ‘dive’ when she, herself, had been too scared to follow her own advice.
The second? Well, the second regret that plagued her was allowing that woman to have the last word. I don’t confab. I command. Cat scoffed. Those words infuriated her, even now, as she hurtled headfirst towards earth.