Supergirl Defender Of Love

Kara's morning began the same way it had for the past week—waking up to the faint sound of Natasha shuffling papers in the kitchen. The rich aroma of coffee blended with the scent of warm toast and bacon. It was domestic. Comfortable. Almost dangerous in its normalcy. Kara stretched, feeling the warmth of the sun hit her skin through the window, energizing her body like a gentle electrical current. She could feel it—her cells absorbing this universe's solar radiation more efficiently every day. Strength was building beneath her skin, ready to erupt if she let it. She liked it.

She padded into the kitchen, dressed in a tank top and shorts that clung to her athletic frame. Natasha stood at the counter, wearing her usual casual work outfit—black jeans, a fitted dark shirt, hair tied back. She had that no-nonsense agent look, but the faint bags under her eyes betrayed her exhaustion. Kara smirked. Paperwork had defeated the Black Widow.

"Morning," Kara said, leaning on the counter.

Natasha looked up briefly, eyes flicking over Kara's exposed stomach before quickly snapping back to her papers. "Morning. We're still dealing with your… park incident."

Kara laughed. "Oh no. Are the squirrels launching a legal assault?"

Natasha's lips twitched, but she maintained her professional front. "Damage estimates, civilian reports, and J. Jonah Jameson screaming into a camera about the 'alien invader.' You know, just another day."

Kara grinned, grabbing an apple. "Where I'm from, that's just a Tuesday."

Natasha sighed, shuffling another paper. "This isn't Metropolis."

Kara leaned closer. "You like having me here."

Natasha didn't meet her gaze, but Kara caught the faint flush on her cheeks. "Don't push your luck."

Kara loved this dynamic. Natasha, the untouchable Black Widow, reduced to flustered quips whenever they were alone. It was cute. And Kara was increasingly aware that Natasha was into her. Not that she minded. Marvel Earth was practically a paradise compared to the chaotic hellscape that was her home dimension, and the women here? Gorgeous and obsessed with her. She was living the dream.

By the time they stepped outside for their usual morning "patrol"—which was really just Natasha's excuse to hover—Kara felt like she could bench press a skyscraper. The city hummed with life around them, but her ears picked up on the whispers of a more dangerous undercurrent.

Across town, Oscorp executives were meeting behind closed doors. Norman Osborn's voice rang with forced civility, but Kara could detect the tension beneath. His breathing was uneven. His pulse spiked when one of the board members mentioned replacing him. That guy was a friend of Gwen and her entourage.

She didn't know everything about this universe yet, but she recognized madness when she heard it.

Norman was slipping.

She let it fade into the background. Not her problem. Peter Parker could handle it. If you ask how she knows he's the Green Goblin please Kara has X ray vision. Nothing is a secret to her.

Probably.

Natasha led her to a rooftop café, their usual spot. It had become a ritual now—coffee and light surveillance disguised as relaxation. Kara had taken to calling it their "spy dates," which made Natasha grumble but never deny it. Today, the tension was more noticeable. Natasha was on edge, and Kara knew why.

Gwen.

The girl had started slipping into their routine. Texts. Quick meetups. Her perfect smile and innocent charm were hard to resist. Kara liked her—Gwen was sweet, maybe a little eager, but nothing Kara hadn't handled before. But Natasha? Natasha saw her as a threat.

And Natasha was probably right.

They sat with their drinks, watching the city below. Natasha scanned for threats. Kara basked in the sun. The quiet was nice, but it didn't last. Her phone buzzed. Gwen's name lit up the screen.

Gwen: "Hope you're having a good day! Wanna grab lunch later? <3"

Kara smiled, fingers hovering over the touchscreen. She glanced at Natasha. Her jaw was tight.

"She's persistent," Natasha said, trying to sound casual but failing.

Kara smirked. "You jealous?"

Natasha scoffed. "Of her? Please."

But her eyes said otherwise.

Kara leaned back, stretching. "You know… we should all hang out sometime."

Natasha froze. "What?"

"You. Me. Gwen. Girls' day. It could be fun."

Natasha's face was a perfect mask of indifference, but Kara knew her well enough to see the panic behind her eyes. "Sure," she said, voice tight.

Kara grinned. "Great. I'll let her know."

This would be fun.

Or a disaster.

Probably both.

They finished their coffee, and Kara was about to suggest hitting a bakery when another explosion rocked the air. Across the city, a building went up in flames. Kara sighed.

"That guy again?"

Natasha tensed, listening to the radio feed in her earpiece. Oscorp building. Possible sabotage. No confirmed casualties—yet.

Peter Parker was already swinging into action, Spider-Man darting between debris, saving civilians like a true hero. Kara admired his work ethic, but she had no intention of getting involved.

She watched from the rooftop as Peter narrowly dodged falling debris. He glanced up, saw her, and froze mid-swing.

"You're kidding me," he muttered, voice barely audible to her super-hearing.

She gave him a cheerful wave.

"Doing great, bug boy!" she called.

Peter almost missed his web line.

Natasha snorted. "You're going to give that kid a heart attack."

"He's fine. Builds character."

Peter managed to stabilize, muttering something about goddesses mocking him.

They stayed until the chaos subsided, Kara basking in the sun, Natasha making mental notes. When they finally stood to leave, J. Jonah Jameson's voice blared from a nearby television.

"THIS 'SUPERGIRL'—IS SHE HERE TO HELP, OR TO REDUCE OUR CITIES TO RUBBLE? CENTRAL PARK STILL BEARS HER FOOTPRINTS, AND OUR SOURCES SAY THE PIGEONS HAVE DECLARED WAR!"

Kara burst out laughing.

"Oh, he's good."

Natasha frowned. "This is going to be a problem."

Kara waved it off. "Standard superhero stuff. Back home, my cousin controlled the media. You either run the narrative or it runs you."

Natasha blinked. That was… disturbingly practical. She made a mental note to revisit that later.

From a few blocks away, Wanda listened, hidden in the shadows, her eyes glowing faintly. She had heard everything. Media control. Power beyond perception. Kara understood what it meant to rule. Wanda liked that.

She would join them soon.

The walk back to the guesthouse was slower, more relaxed. Kara could feel Natasha easing into her role—not just as her handler, but as someone who genuinely cared. It was cute. Hot, even.

Before Natasha left, Kara leaned against the doorframe.

"Thanks for today. And… you know, for everything."

Natasha's mask faltered for a moment. "Just doing my job."

"You like me," Kara teased.

Natasha flushed. "Go to bed."

Kara watched her walk away, grinning.

Later that night, Gwen read Kara's text inviting her to their "girls' day" and smiled. Venom whispered warnings, but she ignored them.

"She's mine," Gwen whispered.

And Wanda? She watched. She waited.

Soon, they would all be together.

Kara lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Three gorgeous, powerful women circling her like planets around a sun.

Yeah, this world was perfect.

And she was going to enjoy every second of it.

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