Kara’s m began the same way it had for the past week—waking up to the faint sound of Natasha shuffling papers i. The rich aroma of coffee blended with the st of warm toast and ba. It was domestifortable. 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 abs this universe’s sor radiation more effitly every day. Strength was buildih her skin, ready to erupt if she let it. She liked it.

  She padded into the kit, dressed in a tank top and shorts that g to her athletic frame. Natasha stood at the ter, wearing her usual casual work outfit—bck 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 Bck Widow.

  “M,” Kara said, leaning on the ter.

  Natasha looked up briefly, eyes flig over Kara’s exposed stomach before quickly snapping back to her papers. “M. We’re still dealing with your… park i.”

  Kara ughed. “Oh no. Are the squirrels ung a legal assault?”

  Natasha’s lips twitched, but she maintained her professional front. “Damage estimates, civilias, 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 dynamiatasha, the untouchable Bck Widow, reduced to flustered quips whehey were alo was cute. And Kara was increasingly aware that Natasha was into her. Not that she minded. Marvel Earth ractically a paradise pared to the chaotic hellscape that was her home dimension, and the women here? Geous and obsessed with her. She was living the dream.

  By the time they stepped outside for their usual m “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 tensioh. His breathing was uneven. His pulse spiked when one of the board members mentioned repg him. That guy was a friend of Gwen and her ente.

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

  Norman was slipping.

  She let it fade into the background. Not her problem. Peter Parker could ha. 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 bee a ritual now—coffee and light surveilnce disguised as rexation. 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 routiexts. Quick meetups. Her perfect smile and i 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 robably right.

  They sat with their drinks, watg the city below. Natasha sed for threats. Kara basked in the sun. The quiet was nice, but it didn’t st. Her phone buzzed. Gwen’s up the s.

  Gwen: “Hope you’re having a good day! Wanna grab lunch ter? <3”

  Kara smiled, fingers h over the touchs. She g 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, stretg. “You know… we should all hang out sometime.”

  Natasha froze. “What?”

  “You. Me. Gwen. Girls’ day. It could be fun.”

  Natasha’s face erfect 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 fiheir coffee, and Kara was about to suggest hitting a bakery when another explosion rocked the air. Across the city, a buildi up in fmes. Kara sighed.

  “That guy again?”

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

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

  She watched from the rooftop as Peter narrowly dodged falling debris. He gnced 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. “Yoing to give that kid a heart attack.”

  “He’s fine. Builds character.”

  Peter mao stabilize, muttering something about goddesses mog him.

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

  “THIS ‘SUPERGIRL’—IS SHE HERE TO HELP, OR TO REDUCE OUR CITIES TO RUBBLE? TRAL PARK STILL BEARS HER FOOTPRINTS, AND OUR SOURCES SAY THE PIGEONS HAVE DECLARED WAR!”

  Kara burst out ughing.

  “Oh, he’s good.”

  Natasha frowned. “This is going to be a problem.”

  Kara waved it off. “Standard superhero stuff. Bae, my cousin trolled the media. You either run the narrative or it runs you.”

  Natasha blihat was… disturbingly practical. She made a mental o revisit that ter.

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

  She would join them soon.

  The walk back to the guesthouse was slower, more rexed. 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 invitio their “girls’ day” and smiled. Venom whispered warnings, but she ighem.

  “She’s mine,” Gwen whispered.

  And Wanda? She watched. She waited.

  Soon, they would all be together.

  Kara y in bed, staring at the ceiling.

  Three geous, powerful women cirg her like ps around a sun.

  Yeah, this world erfect.

  And she was going to enjoy every sed of it.

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