Supergirl Defender Of Love

Chapter 14 – Coffee, Boys, and Hidden Knives

The sun was warm on Kara's skin as she stretched, her body humming with solar energy. She felt stronger every day. Marvel Earth's sun was almost indulgent compared to home—like lounging under a heat lamp built just for her. She flexed her fingers, feeling the raw power resting just beneath her skin. If she wasn't careful, she might accidentally punch through a building just opening a door. Not that it would bother her. She'd handled worse paperwork back in Metropolis.

The faint aroma of coffee drifted in from the kitchen. Kara grinned. Natasha was here. Again. Like clockwork.

Kara padded into the kitchen in her usual tank top and shorts, her toned stomach on display. Natasha was leaning against the counter, coffee mug in one hand, a stack of S.H.I.E.L.D. reports in the other. She looked like she belonged there—because at this point, she practically lived here.

"You might as well move in," Kara teased, grabbing an apple.

Natasha didn't even look up. "Security protocol."

Kara grinned. "Sure it is, wife."

Natasha's eyes flicked to her, but she didn't deny it. That was progress.

It had become their routine—domestic, comfortable, charged with tension neither of them wanted to address. Not yet. Natasha would grumble about work, and Kara would tease her about being overprotective, but they both knew the truth. Natasha liked being here. And Kara liked having her.

Her phone buzzed.

Gwen: "Coffee later? My treat! <3"

Kara smiled. Gwen was persistent. Kara liked that. She was sweet—or at least, that was the act. Kara wasn't fooled. She knew the girl was dangerous under that perfect smile. But she was hot, and she was obsessed with her. Kara wasn't going to complain.

"Gwen wants to hang out," Kara said, biting into her apple. "You coming?"

Natasha's eyes narrowed slightly, but her face was neutral. "Busy."

Kara smirked. "Sure you are."

Natasha said nothing, but Kara already knew what was going to happen.

Hours later, Kara arrived at the coffee shop, expecting a one-on-one with Gwen. Instead, she walked into a social ambush.

Peter Parker. Harry Osborn. Mary Jane Watson. And Gwen—radiant, smiling like she hadn't orchestrated the whole thing.

Kara held back a laugh. Clever.

"Kara! Over here!" Gwen waved, her voice sugary sweet.

Kara sauntered over, radiating confidence. Peter nearly dropped his coffee. Harry stood a little straighter. MJ's eyes widened slightly, taking in Kara's toned figure.

"Didn't know this was a group thing," Kara said, sliding into a seat.

"Oh, it just kind of came together," Gwen said, the picture of innocence. Liar.

Peter was sweating. Harry was charming. MJ was curious. And Kara? She was having the time of her life.

Harry leaned in, flashing his best smile. "So, Kara, what brings a goddess like you to New York?"

Kara raised an eyebrow. "Terrorizing the pigeons."

Harry laughed. Gwen's fingers tightened around her cup. Natasha was probably plotting his murder from a rooftop somewhere.

Peter looked like he was about to pass out.

Kara's super-senses picked up his elevated heart rate, his nervous twitches. He thought she didn't know. It was adorable. She could see his suit under his clothes with her X-ray vision. She could hear his breath catch every time she made eye contact. She decided to have a little fun.

"You know, Pete," she said casually. "That red-and-blue getup you wear… bold choice."

Peter froze. His face drained of color.

"Wh-what?" His voice cracked.

Kara smiled sweetly. "Just saying. You seem like a guy with style. Ever think of changing it up?"

Peter's eyes darted around like he was planning an escape. Gwen was watching him closely. Harry was oblivious. MJ laughed, thinking it was a normal joke.

Kara sipped her coffee, satisfied.

Moments later, Natasha appeared. Because of course she did.

"Oh," Kara said, barely holding back her grin. "What are the odds?"

Natasha's face was the definition of fake casual. "Thought I'd grab something to go."

She sat next to Kara.

Gwen's smile didn't waver, but Kara felt the spike in tension. Natasha's body language shifted—subtle but protective. Gwen adjusted her posture, leaning a little closer to Kara.

Harry noticed none of it. Peter noticed everything and wanted to die.

Kara basked in the chaos. She could practically see the rivalry forming—like wolves circling each other over a prize. She was the prize. And she was loving it.

As they chatted, Kara's super-hearing picked up Norman Osborn's voice. He was in his office, arguing with himself. The Goblin was getting louder, more demanding.

"They want you gone, Norman. Show them fear. KILL THEM."

Kara stirred her coffee.

He's really losing it.

She could fly over there and end him in a heartbeat. Burn him to ash with a glance. But why would she? This was better. Watching him spiral, letting Peter have his hero arc—it was like live theater. Low stakes. Fun.

She tuned back into the conversation.

Harry was laying it on thick. Compliments. Jokes. Charm. Kara humored him, but she felt Natasha's subtle shift—like a lioness preparing to pounce. Gwen's smile was strained. Venom whispered threats in her mind.

MJ was picking up on the vibe now. She glanced between the women, curious but confused. Peter looked like he wanted to climb out the window.

Then the TV behind the counter blared to life. J. Jonah Jameson's voice.

"SUPERGIRL: THREAT OR MENACE? IS THIS BLONDE ALIEN HERE TO SAVE US OR DESTROY OUR COFFEE SHOPS?"

Kara nearly spat out her drink.

Harry laughed. "Guy's insane."

Natasha scowled. Gwen tilted her head, calculating.

Kara wiped her mouth, grinning. "Oh, this is classic. Back home, my cousin worked in media. Controlled it, actually. That's how you handle these guys. You own the narrative."

Natasha's eyes lit up like she'd been given state secrets. Gwen filed it away like a weapon. Peter tried to disappear into his seat.

Kara leaned back, satisfied.

By the time they left, Peter was a nervous wreck. Harry was smug. MJ was intrigued. Gwen was clinging tighter. Natasha was on edge.

And Kara? She was amused.

Later that night, Gwen lay on her bed, Venom murmuring about threats. She whispered back, "She's ours."

Natasha sat in her room, scrolling through Harry Osborn's file. Just in case.

Wanda stood on a rooftop, watching Kara's window.

Kara lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

This is gonna be fun.

She closed her eyes, smiling.

Marvel Earth was perfect. And its women were the best.

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