Supergirl Defender Of Love

Natasha Romanoff had always been a woman of action. She was an assassin, a strategist, a master manipulator. She saw ten steps ahead, adjusted the battlefield before the enemy even knew they were playing. And now, for the first time in her life, she wasn't maneuvering for an organization, a country, or even herself. Every decision, every calculated shift in power, was for one singular goal—Kara.

She sat at the sleek black desk inside S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, fingers tapping lightly against the screen of her tablet. Her lips barely twitched in satisfaction as she scrolled through the updated personnel list for Kara's security detail. The last few male agents had been reassigned—permanently.

Fury had barely questioned it. He was overworked, drowning in high-priority threats, and Natasha had slowly, methodically, made herself indispensable to him. It had started small—offering to handle his lower-level assignments, filtering the intel coming across his desk. He had let her take the weight off his shoulders, unknowingly letting her dictate the direction of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s operations.

And soon? He wouldn't be making decisions at all.

She swiped a few more times, her attention narrowing. She was nearly there.

She had cut most of the male operatives out of Kara's proximity without anyone realizing. Now she just had to ensure full control—complete authority over everything that touched Kara's life.

Fury's voice broke through her thoughts.

"Romanoff, got a second?"

Natasha smoothly turned in her chair, face unreadable. "Always."

Fury leaned against the edge of his desk, rubbing his temples. "I need you to oversee this week's intelligence review. You're already handling half the incoming reports anyway."

Natasha kept her expression neutral, though inside she was thrilled. "Of course," she said smoothly. "I'll keep you updated."

Fury sighed, clearly relieved. "I don't know how I ran this place before you."

Natasha smiled. You won't be running it much longer.

Back at the guesthouse, Kara stretched lazily on the couch, watching the ceiling fan spin overhead. It was another quiet evening, but she could feel the world shifting around her, piece by piece. She wasn't blind—she knew Natasha was handling things. Always handling things.

Lately, though… she had started to like that a little too much.

The way Natasha moved around her home like she belonged there. The way she cooked, cleaned, and orchestrated Kara's life with this effortless dominance. It wasn't just protective anymore—it was personal.

Kara smirked as she heard Natasha's footsteps approaching. "You're really moving in, huh?"

Natasha raised an eyebrow, setting down a file on the table. "Security."

Kara's grin widened. "Or maybe you just like being here… with me."

Natasha's composure didn't falter, but Kara saw the shift—the faint flicker in those sharp green eyes, the way she hesitated for just a second before responding.

"Maybe both."

Kara didn't press. Not yet. But she liked the way Natasha's voice softened when she spoke to her. She liked the way Natasha never quite met her eyes when Kara flirted too boldly—as if afraid of what might happen if she did.

But she also knew Natasha was a woman of control. She wouldn't make a move first.

So Kara would wait.

For now.

Natasha sat in her room that night, eyes locked on her tablet screen. She wasn't thinking about the kiss Kara had given her days ago, the way her lips had felt—warm, soft, teasing. She wasn't thinking about the way Kara leaned just a little too close sometimes, the way her voice dropped into something low and knowing when she teased.

No.

She was thinking about control.

She had almost fully secured S.H.I.E.L.D. But there was one problem left.

Wanda Maximoff.

Natasha had kept an eye on Wanda ever since Sokovia, ever since she had annihilated an entire country in her grief. There was no question Wanda was dangerous—but Natasha had also seen the way she watched Kara. The way her presence lingered just outside Kara's awareness.

If Natasha didn't pull Wanda into the fold, she would become a problem.

Better to control her. Guide her.

Natasha opened a separate screen, tracking Wanda's last known whereabouts. Sokovia was gone, but Wanda's movements were still hard to predict. She had no official allegiance, no real oversight.

She was a wild card.

Natasha didn't like wild cards.

She leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers against her knee. She needed a plan.

Meanwhile, across the city, Norman Osborn sat alone in his penthouse, staring into his own reflection.

His hands shook against the marble countertop. The Goblin was louder now, impossible to ignore.

"She's power," the voice hissed inside his head. "The blonde. The Kryptonian. You saw it, Norman. The way she carries herself. She could be a threat. Or she could be useful."

Norman clenched his jaw. He needed time. He needed control.

But the Goblin wanted blood.

And soon, he would take it.

Peter Parker barely slept anymore.

Between school, Spider-Man, and keeping his life from falling apart, his nerves were completely fried. But tonight?

Tonight, something felt wrong.

Norman was getting worse. That much was obvious Peter now knew he is the Green Goblin after Thanksgiving. His moods were erratic, his behavior more aggressive, more paranoid. But the thing that scared Peter the most?

The way Norman looked at Kara.

It wasn't just curiosity anymore. It was calculated. Dangerous.

Peter didn't know what to do about it.

But he had a feeling he was going to find out soon.

Natasha closed her tablet, exhaling slowly.

Her roadmap was clear now.

1. Fury would be under her control soon enough. He was already relying on her. It wouldn't be long before he was nothing more than a figurehead.

2. Wanda needed to be brought in. Not as a rival, but as an ally. A soldier. A weapon in their war for Kara.

3. The world needed reshaping. Kara couldn't be protected by just one person. It had to be all of them.

And soon, it would be.

She stood, stepping toward the window, looking out over the darkened city.

Soon she would join her soul with Kara's and together they would ascend to a world of pure bliss and pleasure.

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