Spider VS Witch

Freedom, Kara decided, felt pretty good.

Sure, she was technically under surveillance, and Natasha had probably filed half a forest's worth of paperwork to let her outside, but compared to the sterile walls of the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, walking the streets of New York felt like a victory.

And the pizza places were everywhere.

She was in heaven.

Natasha walked beside her, ever the professional, though Kara could tell she was on high alert. Her eyes constantly scanned their surroundings, hand always a breath away from her concealed weapon.

Kara didn't mind. The view was great.

"So," Kara said, grinning as she popped the last bite of a hot dog into her mouth, "Do I look like a proper tourist, or more like 'alien queen inspecting her new kingdom'?"

Natasha arched an eyebrow. "You look like someone who's about to jaywalk and start an interdimensional incident."

Kara smirked. "Live a little."

Natasha's lips twitched into the smallest smile, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

As they strolled past a coffee shop, Kara noticed something odd.

Every woman in the vicinity was watching her.

A barista nearly overflowed a latte. A jogger tripped, caught herself, and then ran straight into a pole while staring at Kara's abs.

Kara blinked. "Okay, what the hell is going on?"

Natasha tensed. "What?"

Kara leaned in, lowering her voice. "Why is every woman in this city looking at me like I'm a limited-edition handbag?"

Natasha coughed to cover the flush creeping up her neck. "You're… not exactly inconspicuous."

Kara smirked. "They like what they see."

Natasha gritted her teeth.

Yes, they do. Too much.

"Keep moving," Natasha said, a little sharper than intended.

Kara chuckled but complied. She had picked up on Natasha's irritation. And she liked it.

As they entered Central Park, Kara suddenly felt it.

A ripple through the air. Something… powerful.

Not quite Kryptonian, but not normal either.

Natasha noticed too. Her posture shifted—from casual bodyguard to lethal agent in an instant.

And then she appeared.

Wanda Maximoff.

She stepped onto the path like she owned reality itself—wrapped in crimson, eyes gleaming faintly with power. Her dark red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the look she gave Kara was equal parts hunger and curiosity.

Kara's first thought was, Oh no, she's hot.

Her second was, Oh no, she's dangerous.

Natasha stepped forward, instinctively positioning herself between them.

"Maximoff," she said coldly.

Wanda's eyes didn't leave Kara.

"So it's true," Wanda said, her voice smooth, sultry, but carrying an undercurrent of danger. "You are here."

Kara raised an eyebrow. "And you are…?"

"Wanda Maximoff," Natasha cut in. "She's dangerous. Don't talk to her."

Wanda smirked, still ignoring Natasha.

"I've been waiting to meet you, Kara."

Kara blinked. "Wow. First name basis already? People on this Earth move fast."

Wanda took a step closer. Natasha's hand hovered over her weapon.

But Kara… didn't step back.

She was curious. And, if she was honest, a little thrilled.

Wanda's gaze softened, but the intensity never left.

"I felt you the moment you arrived. Your power… it called to me."

Kara's lips twitched. "You and half the city, apparently."

Wanda's eyes gleamed with amusement. "They're drawn to you. But they don't understand you."

Her voice dropped, smooth as velvet.

"But I do."

Wanda took another step, closing the distance.

Kara felt the heat radiating from her—both magical and… something else.

Natasha stiffened. "Back off."

Wanda ignored her.

"You don't belong here. Not with them. Not with their rules. You're more. You deserve more."

Kara crossed her arms, but her eyes were locked on Wanda's.

"Let me guess—you're the one offering this 'more,' right?"

Wanda's lips curved. "Power belongs with power."

Her fingers brushed Kara's forearm—just a whisper of contact, but Kara felt it like a spark to her core. Her Kryptonian senses flared; it was like touching raw magic.

It did things to her. Good things. Confusing things.

Natasha's hand shot out, grabbing Wanda's wrist.

"That's enough."

Wanda turned her gaze on Natasha—not with fear, but amusement.

"Oh… the spider's protective. Cute."

Natasha's grip tightened. "I said, that's enough."

For a moment, the air crackled with tension—magic against muscle, assassin against witch.

Kara, caught in the middle, found herself weirdly entertained.

This is like watching two alpha wolves fight over a steak… and the steak is me.

Wanda finally stepped back, but her gaze lingered on Kara.

"You'll see it soon," she murmured. "This cage they've built for you… it's beneath you."

Her eyes glowed faintly.

"When you're ready to break free… you'll find me."

Kara raised an eyebrow. "Do I get a business card, or is this a 'magic finds me' kind of deal?"

Wanda smiled. "You'll know."

And then, with a swirl of crimson energy, she vanished into the air.

Natasha was seething.

"Don't talk to her again."

Kara turned, amused. "She seemed… interesting."

"She's dangerous," Natasha snapped. "She's not your friend. And she's not—"

She cut herself off before she said worthy of you.

Kara stepped closer, grin widening.

"You sound jealous."

Natasha's face flushed. "I'm not jealous. I'm cautious."

Kara leaned in, voice teasing. "Cautiously jealous?"

Natasha sighed, but her eyes softened—just for a moment.

"Just… be careful."

Kara shrugged. "I can handle crazy."

Natasha muttered under her breath, "You have no idea."

High above, perched on the rooftop of an old clocktower, Wanda watched them.

Her chest was still tight—the sensation of Kara's power still buzzing through her veins.

She touched her wrist where Natasha had grabbed her, but her thoughts weren't on the spider.

They were on Kara.

The power. The strength. The potential.

But more than that… the connection.

Wanda had felt it. Kara had felt it too.

It was only a matter of time.

She would come to her.

And when she did…

The world would bow before them.

Or burn.

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