Kara’s ms had settled into a fortable rhythm. Wake up, absorb the sun’s warmth, feel like a goddess, and wander into the kit to find Natasha already statiohere like a lethal housewife. It had bee routine. Domestid Kara was starting to realize she liked it—a lot.

  This m was no different. Kara stretched zily, feeling her body hum with power. She tossed on a loose tank top and shorts, her toned midriff on dispy, and wandered into the kit. Natasha was already there, wearing her usual off-duty assassin look—bck tank top, jeans, hair tied back loosely, sipping coffee while flipping through missios.

  “You really do everything around here,” Kara said, leaning against the ter with a smirk. “Cooking, ing, sg off weirdos… Should I be paying you, or should I just start dating you?”

  Natasha choked slightly on her coffee, c it with a cough. Her eyes flicked up, meeting Kara’s pyful gaze, but there was something different this time—something vulnerable beh that usual calm, lethal exterior.

  “It’s my job to protect you,” Natasha said smoothly, but her voice wavered just a little.

  Kara stepped closer, brushing her fingers against Natasha’s hand as she reached for her coffee mug. Their fiips lingered lohan necessary. Natasha’s breath hitched.

  “You sure it’s just a job?” Kara teased, voice softer now—curious, testing the waters.

  Natasha opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. She wasn’t prepared for this shift—for Kara to actually aowledge the tension that had been buildiween them for weeks.

  Kara leaned in suddenly, closing the small gap between them, and pressed a soft, fleeting kiss against Natasha’s lips. It was gentle, almost pyful, but deliberate. Her lips were warm, and Natasha froze—eyes wide, heart rag.

  The kiss sted only a sed, but it ged everything.

  Kara pulled back with a smirk, ag like it was nothing. “Thanks for breakfast,” she said casually, lifting the coffee mug.

  Natasha eechless. Her mind was bnk except for the sensation of Kara’s lips—soft, perfect, everything she’d imagined and more. Her face flushed, her cool exterior momentarily shattered.

  “I—I o… cheething,” Natasha stammered, her voice crag slightly.

  Without waiting for a response, she turned and hurried toward the guest room—her room now, though her of them had officially aowledged it. She closed the door behind her, leaning against it, heart pounding in her chest.

  She sat on the edge of the bed, trying to steady her breathing, but the heat was unbearable—the kiss repying over and over in her mind. Her hand trembled as it slid dowomach, slipping uhe waistband of her jeans.

  Moments ter, Kara, still sipping her coffee, heard the fai muffled sounds ing from behind Natasha’s door. Her enhanced hearing caught every subtle breath, every shift of fabric, every stifled moan.

  Kara’s eyes widened slightly, her face flushing red.

  “Oh… wow,” she muttered under her breath.

  She set her mug down, staring at the ter, pretending not to hear anything. But her lips curled into a small, amused smile.

  After several minutes, Natasha emerged, looking posed but slightly flushed. She avoided eye tact, heading straight back to the kit like nothing happened.

  “You good?” Kara asked, hiding her grin.

  “Yeah… just had to cheething,” Natasha said, voice clipped.

  Kara didn’t press. She liked having this power over her.

  “You basically live here now, you know,” Kara said, leaning ba her chair.

  Natasha shrugged. “Security.”

  Kara ughed. “Sure… let’s call it that.”

  The tension hung in the air, but it wasn’t unfortable. It was charged—like they were both waiting for the other to make the move.

  Later that day, Kara was out for a walk near her guesthouse, enjoying the sun. She liked getting out—it reminded her she was still free, even if Natasha followed her like a silent shadow. She knew Natasha was nearby, always watg, alroteg. And holy, it made her feel… cared for.

  “Hey, Kara!”

  She turo see Harry Osborn, all smiles and casual charm. He approached with that fident ease that came with being rid handsome, but there was nervousness in his eyes—probably from the unspoken threat that was Natasha.

  “Harry,” Kara greeted with a friendly smile.

  “I know I’ve been pushing this, but… I meant what I said. Dinner. Just us. No guards. No… security personnel looming in the background.”

  Kara chuckled. “You’re brave.”

  “I like you,” Harry said, stepping a little closer. “I just want to get to know you.”

  Before Kara could respond, Natasha appeared like a shadow materializing out of thin air.

  “Problem?” Natasha’s voice was smooth but carried an edge.

  Harry stepped bastinctively, hands raised. “No problem. Just talking.”

  Natasha’s eyes didn’t leave his. “Walk away.”

  Kara, amused, decided not to intervene. “See you ter, Harry.”

  She walked off, knowing Natasha would hahe rest.

  Once Kara was out of sight, Natasha grabbed Harry’s arm, dragging him into a narrow alley. Before he could protest, she pushed him against the brick wall, her gun already pressed firmly to his temple.

  His breathing hitched, eyes wide with fear.

  “Yoing to listen very carefully,” Natasha whispered, her voice colder than he’d ever heard. “This is the st time you speak to her. You look at her, you text her, you breathe near her—you disappear. Permaly. Uand?”

  Harry nodded frantically, words failing him.

  “Say it.”

  “I—I uand!”

  Natasha held the pressure for ara sed before pulling back. Harry stumbled aale and visibly shaken. He didn’t look back.

  Natasha watched him flee. Her heart was still rag, but this time, it wasn’t adrenali was Kara. That kiss. That touch. She needed more. But she had to py it right. trol. Security. She’d protect Kara first. Then… maybe more.

  That evening, Kara noticed the shift immediately. Harry had stopped texting. When she ran into him ter during a casual gathering with Geter, he olite but distant—eyes flig nervously toward Natasha whenever she was nearby.

  Later that night, back at the guesthouse, Kara brought it up.

  “Hey, Natasha… did you scare off Harry?”

  Natasha, sitting at the kit table with her coffee, smirked faintly. “Ha.”

  Kara raised an eyebrow, amused but not surprised. “You’re scary sometimes, you know that?”

  Natasha shrugged. “Security protocol.”

  Kara leaned in, brushing her hand along Natasha’s arm. “Well… thanks. I like having you around too."

  Natasha’s heart skipped, but she kept her faeutral. “Anytime.”

  As the night settled in, Natasha found herself ba her room, staring at the ceiling. Her hand drifted down again, but this time, she whispered Kara’s name under her breath.

  Outside, Kara sat on the couch, smirking to herself as she heard every sound.

  Marvel Earth erfect.

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