Kara adjusted her red blouse in the mirriving herself a once-over with a satisfied smirk. The fabric g in all the right pces, highlighting her curves while maintaining just the right amount of modesty. Paired with sleek dark jeans and ankle boots, she was leaning into “casual goddess”—fident but n too hard. She knew she didn’t o try; she was Kara Zor-El. The sun’s favorite daughter.

  She stretched, feeling the steady hum of her prowing stronger every day uhis world’s sun. Her refle almost seemed to glow. She had to be careful not to flex too hard—actally pung a hole through her guesthouse wall wasn’t the kind of holiday spectacle she was aiming for.

  I, Natasha was already there, of course. Legs crossed, boot resting on her knee, sipping her coffee like she owhe pce. Her fitted leather jacket and casual bck jeans gave her that effortless “I could kill you, but I won’t unless you deserve it” vibe. It was hot. Everything about Natasha was hot.

  “You’re staring,” Natasha said without looking up.

  Kara grinned, leaning against the ter. “I was waiting for you to say I look amazing.”

  Natasha took a slow sip. “Funal.”

  Kara ughed. “That’s wife-speak for ‘stunning.’”

  Natasha didn’t argue. That rogress.

  As Kara grabbed an apple, she remembered something that had been b her. “Hey… I haven’t seen a guy on my security detail in like… a month. Did Fury finally purge all the testosterone?”

  Natasha barely blinked. “Men are unreliable.”

  Kara snorted. “Fair. But seriously. Did Fury reassign them?”

  Natasha set her mug down with casual precision. “I told you already—they’re buried six feet under… in paperwork.”

  Kara cackled, nearly choking on her apple. “Brutal. Paperwork’s the real killer.”

  Natasha smirked faintly, but there was a gleam in her eyes that said, If only you knew.

  The Osborhouse was what Kara expected: sleek, expensive, and desperately trying to scream wealth and power. It reminded her of a Lex Luthor kind of aesthetic—, sharp, but g warmth. She felt Natasha bristle slightly as they stepped inside, already sizing up the room like she nning a tactical assault. Which, knowing Natasha, she probably was.

  Harry greeted them first, fshing his smooth, practiced smile. His eyes drifted a little too long over Kara’s outfit, and his hand found its way to her lower back as he guided her in. It was subtle—probably i by normal standards—but Kara noticed. And so did Natasha. Her eyes sharpened, her jaw tightening ever so slightly.

  “Gd you could make it,” Harry said. “You look… wow.”

  Kara smiled. “I know.”

  Natasha’s hand twitched near her jacket pocket reag for her gun in instinaby her knife.

  Before Harry could push his luck further, Geared. Her smile was bright, weling—perfect, as always. But Kara felt the shift. That subtle possessive energy as Gwen’s hand brushed over her wrist, g her.

  “Kara! I was hoping you’d e.”

  “Wouldn’t miss it,” Kara said.

  Peter hovered awkwardly by the dining table, already sweating. MJ greeted Kara politely but kept her distance, more curious than anything. And Norman Osborn—the host himself—erfectly polite, though his handshake lingered a moment lohan necessary. There was something in his eyes, a calg glint. She could see the tension coiled in his shoulders, his polite smile stretched just a little too tight.

  Dinner leasant on the surface. Turkey, wine, ughter. But uhe polite versation, it was a battleground.

  Harry turhe charm on Kara every ce he got. pliments about her strength, her fidence, subtle hints about showihe view from his penthouse ter. She humored him—because it was funny. Natasha, oher hand, was not ughing. Every time Harry leaned in or his hand strayed near Kara’s arm, Natasha shifted just enough to remind everyone she was there.

  “You must work out stantly,” Harry said, eyes flig over Kara’s toned arms.

  Kara grinned. “I lift buildings sometimes.”

  Harry ughed, thinking it was a joke. Natasha didn’t.

  “You don’t want to know what she could do to a man,” Natasha said smoothly, cuttiurkey with military precision. “Or what I’d do to anyone who tried.”

  Harry’s ughter faltered.

  Gwen, sittio Kara, rested her hand lightly on Kara’s knee. Casual to ag. A decration of ownership to Natasha.

  Natasha’s fork tensed.

  Kara ate her turkey with a smile, fully aware she was the trophy. These two were ready to fight over and she is loving every minute of it.

  Peter, meanwhile, looked like he was barely holding himself together. The pressure of Norman’s gaze was crushing him. His nervousness peaked when Norman spotted the bandage on his arm—the same injury from their earlier fight.

  “What happeo your arm, son?” Norman’s voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp.

  Peter froze. Kara’s ears perked up.

  “Bike messenger,” Peter said, too quickly. “Clipped me.”

  Norman held his gaze a sed lohan necessary. The tension was suffog. Peter squirmed u.

  Kara gnced between them, pieg it together. She already knew Peter ider-Man, but seeing this py out iime was like watg a slow car crash. Eaining in a sad kind of way.

  Dinner tinued, but the power struggle opped. Gwe her hand on Kara. Harry kept trying to charm her. Natasha’s knife scraped just a little too loudly. Norman observed everything. MJ noticed the weird energy but wisely stayed quiet.

  As ptes were cleared, Harry took another swing.

  “You should e by sometime,” he said, leaning in. “Just us. The view is amazing at night.”

  Before Kara could reply, Natasha was there. She didn’t touch Harry. She didn’t o.

  “She’s busy.”

  Harry blinked. “ht. Of course.”

  Natasha’s eyes didn’t leave his until he stepped back.

  On the way out, Kara casually brought up her earlier observation again. “Seriously though, I haven’t seen a guy on my detail in a month.”

  Natasha didn’t hesitate. “I told you already—they’re buried six feet under… in paperwork.”

  Kara ughed, shaking her head. “Bureaucracy’s the real vilin.”

  As they stepped into the elevatwen looped her arm around Kara’s, holding her a little too close. Natasha stood oher side, practically radiatiorial energy.

  Kara was sandwiched between them. She had never felt more powerful.

  Behind them, Norman watched the elevator doors close. His smile had vanished. He was still thinking about Peter. About Kara. About threats.

  Peter walked home that night, his heart rag for more reasons than one.

  Kara? She y ier, staring at the ceiling, thinking about Harry’s stupid grin. About Natasha’s hand twitg near her on. About Gwen’s firag circles ohigh uhe table.

  Marvel Earth erfect.

  And she was the queen of a harem from the way things were looking just like she saw in those anime. Kara wondered if a Marvel world exists could the anime worlds she saw on batman's TV also be real ones like Bleach or Naruto. Kara was eager to see she could already feel that her teleportation ability may be more thahe eye.

  Kara rolled her eyes in amusement. Bruce would be so jealous if she made it to an anime world before he did.

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