Supergirl Defender Of Love

Kara sat cross-legged on the couch, flipping through her phone with an amused smirk. Natasha leaned against the counter, sipping her coffee, while Gwen paced behind the couch, muttering to herself. Wanda, ever the picture of relaxation, floated just a few inches above the floor, her red eyes glinting with amusement.

The TV blared in the background, and the greatest show on Earth was currently airing—J. Jonah Jameson losing his damn mind.

"BREAKING NEWS! This just in! SPIDER-MAN, that wall-crawling MENACE, has MURDERED one of New York's most beloved and powerful men—NORMAN OSBORN, a true AMERICAN PATRIOT and BUSINESS ICON! But wait—it gets WORSE!"

Kara nearly choked on her drink. "Patriot?"

Natasha exhaled through her nose, already rubbing her temples. "I feel like I lost brain cells just from hearing that sentence."

Jameson continued, practically vibrating with fury. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I'VE JUST RECEIVED CONFIRMATION—NORMAN OSBORN WAS THE GREEN GOBLIN!"

The newsroom fell silent for dramatic effect. Kara arched a brow.

"Huh. So that's how everyone finds out."

Gwen, arms crossed, scoffed. "Kinda anti-climactic."

Jameson, now red-faced with rage, slammed his hands on his desk, sending papers flying. "That's right, folks! The so-called 'hero' Spider-Man, who I've been WARNING YOU ABOUT FOR YEARS, just KILLED a billionaire! What's next?! Will he start ROBBING BANKS?! THROWING CATS INTO TRAFFIC?!"

Kara snorted. "Oh my God, I love this man."

Natasha groaned. "Why does he have a platform?"

But Jameson wasn't done. His mustache twitched violently, as if physically reacting to the rage coursing through his body. Then, it happened.

The mustache detached.

It spun in the air like a rogue frisbee, doing a full 360-degree loop before taking off across the newsroom like a terrified bird.

Kara and Wanda burst into laughter while Gwen stared in horror.

"WHAT—"

Jameson moved like lightning, LEAPING out of his chair, his hand snapping out to catch the flying mustache mid-air. In one smooth, ridiculous motion, he slammed it back onto his naked upper lip, secured it in place, and acted like NOTHING HAD HAPPENED.

There was dead silence from the newsroom. The anchor beside him was visibly holding in a scream.

Jameson adjusted his tie, cleared his throat, and immediately resumed his rant as if the laws of physics had not just been violated on live television.

"NOW LISTEN HERE, AMERICA!" he bellowed, pointing directly at the camera. "I'VE DONE SOME DIGGING! AND WHILE SPIDER-MAN MAY HAVE DELIVERED THE FINAL BLOW—THERE'S SOMEONE ELSE WHO WAS AT THE SCENE!"

Kara's grin widened. "Oh, here we go."

Jameson's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Ladies and gentlemen… the REAL menace here… isn't Spider-Man."

He slammed a grainy, zoomed-in photo of Kara onto the screen, taken during the chaos of the bridge fight. It was a terrible angle, capturing her mid-stretch, looking supremely unimpressed.

Wanda smirked. "Oh, this should be good."

Jameson gestured wildly at the screen. "IT'S HER! THE ALIEN! THE SO-CALLED 'SUPERGIRL!' THINK ABOUT IT, FOLKS! WHO ELSE HAS FREAKY ALIEN POWERS? WHO ELSE COULD'VE TAKEN OUT THE GREEN GOBLIN WITH A SINGLE, UNEXPLAINED ATTACK?!"

Natasha took a long, slow sip of her coffee. "I hate how close he is to the truth."

Jameson's mustache quivered with intensity. "I'LL TELL YOU WHO! THIS OFF-WORLD, INTERGALACTIC INTERLOPER, THAT'S WHO! SHE'S BEEN FLYING AROUND, DESTROYING PARKS, AND NOW? KILLING BILLIONAIRES!"

Gwen stared at Kara, then back at the TV. "Are we… are we actually listening to a man who just caught his own flying mustache?"

Jameson continued his tirade, veins practically popping out of his forehead. "WHAT IF SHE'S SPYING ON US? WHAT IF SHE'S PLANNING AN INVASION? WHAT IF SHE JUST HATES BILLIONAIRES?!"

Kara grinned. "To be fair, billionaires are kinda annoying."

Jameson slammed his desk again. "AMERICA, IF YOU'RE LISTENING, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED! THIS SO-CALLED 'SUPERGIRL' IS THE REAL THREAT!"

The screen cut to commercial.

There was dead silence in the apartment.

Then Wanda floated over and clapped Kara on the back. "Congratulations. You're officially a supervillain."

Kara snorted. "Awesome. What's next? Henchmen?"

Natasha massaged her temples. "We are NOT entertaining this."

Gwen threw up her hands. "Oh come on! We have to at least acknowledge how utterly insane that entire rant was."

Kara smirked. "Honestly? I think we should just lean into it."

Wanda beamed. "Now that's an idea."

Natasha let out a long sigh. "I need a drink."

A few minutes later, Kara leaned back on the couch, tuning out the ongoing chatter to focus on something in the distance.

Natasha immediately noticed the shift. "What is it?"

Kara's gaze sharpened slightly. "I keep hearing something… weird."

Wanda floated beside her. "Weird how?"

Kara tilted her head, her enhanced hearing picking up distant conversations from across the city. "People keep saying the same word over and over again. Mutants."

Natasha's expression shifted. "Ah."

Kara turned to her. "You know something?"

Natasha leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "Yeah. Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. It's basically a mutant academy. Mutants are mutated humans with superpowered abilities or supernatural depending on if it's a full moon outside.

Kara's eyes lit up. "Mutant academy?"

Natasha smirked slightly. "It's run by Charles Xavier, a telepath. He's… influential in that world. And yes, before you ask, I've had dealings with them through S.H.I.E.L.D."

Kara's grin widened. "And you never told me about this?"

Natasha raised a brow. "You never asked."

Gwen stared at Kara. "Wait. Wait wait wait. Are you seriously considering—"

Kara stood, stretching. "I dunno, sounds interesting. I mean, I already met Spider-Man. Why not meet some mutants next?"

Gwen groaned. "This is going to be a disaster."

Wanda smirked. "Oh, I like this plan."

Kara winked. "Well, what are we waiting for?"

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