Supergirl Defender Of Love

Gwen Stacy smiled like she was born to, all practiced charm and effortless grace, a beacon of perfection under the bright lights of the Midtown Women's Charity Brunch. She laughed at a joke made by the mayor's wife, lightly touched the arm of a local business tycoon during casual conversation, and posed beside her father, Police Chief George Stacy, for yet another photo destined for the society pages. The cameras loved her. Everyone did. That was the point.

No one could ever know what lay beneath the surface.

"Such a darling girl," the mayor's wife gushed to George, not realizing Gwen was listening in with sharpened ears while sipping her orange juice. "She's got such a bright future ahead of her. Beautiful and brilliant—a rare combination."

George chuckled with paternal pride. "That's my Gwen. She's gonna change the world."

Oh, I will, Gwen thought behind her perfect smile. Just not in the way you expect.

Beneath the veneer of sorority queen and honor student, Gwen was something else entirely—a predator wrapped in silk, with a body count no one would ever suspect. The girl who had beaten Venom into submission until the symbiote trembled at her voice. The woman who could break lives with a single whispered rumor, who had lured and discarded men and women alike just to see how far they would fall for her. Everyone was a pawn, a toy, a thing to be used.

But Kara Zor-El was different.

The alien had ignited something primal inside her. Not just desire—though there was plenty of that—but a need. A craving. Kara was power, beauty, and raw dominance wrapped in a form that made Gwen's heart race with equal parts fear and lust. She had to have her.

"Queen Gwen…" Venom's voice slithered through her mind, hushed and reverent, but tinged with anxiety. "The Kryptonian… she is… not prey… she is a sun… she will burn us…"

Gwen's lips barely twitched as she set down her glass. She pressed the side of her tongue against her back teeth in annoyance.

"Shut up," she whispered mentally, her tone coated in honey but sharp like glass.

The symbiote whimpered, shrinking into the corners of her mind like a caged dog that had learned better than to defy its master. Gwen had broken it long ago—torn it from the weak men it had previously bonded with and made it hers through force of will and ruthless cruelty. Venom was her pet now. Her weapon. But even it recognized that Kara was not like the pathetic men Gwen had crushed beneath her heel.

And that was precisely why Gwen wanted her.

Later that day, she slipped away from the event under the pretense of needing "air." In reality, she was already pulling strings. Using her father's police credentials, she accessed reports detailing Kara's arrival—the shockwave, the brief S.H.I.E.L.D. scuffle, the containment team's failure. Photos of the alien woman were attached. Blonde hair like sunlight. Steel-cut abs. That face—like something sculpted by gods, and yet those eyes held warmth and humor. Power tempered with kindness. A queen who didn't know she was a queen.

Gwen licked her lips.

She retrieved Kara's number from a contact list—traced through S.H.I.E.L.D.'s bureaucratic paper trail thanks to some favors her father didn't even realize he was enabling—and crafted the perfect message.

"Hey, Kara! It's Gwen. Got your number from my dad. Hope that's okay! :)"

Casual. Friendly. Harmless.

The response came ten minutes later. "Oh hey! Yeah, totally okay. Cool to hear from you!"

Gwen smiled. Hook set.

Kara was sprawled on the couch in her S.H.I.E.L.D. guest apartment, the TV playing some reality show about housewives screaming at each other, which was surprisingly entertaining. Her body was still adjusting to this universe's sun, her strength increasing daily, but what she appreciated more than anything was the peace. No alien overlords threatening planetary extinction. No giant space lasers. Just pizza, Netflix, and Natasha hovering like a hot, deadly babysitter.

Her phone buzzed again. Another text from Gwen. They exchanged light banter—talking about New York's best coffee spots, Kara admitting she was still getting used to Earth's caffeine obsession. Gwen's replies were warm and funny. Kara found herself grinning more than expected.

When Natasha arrived later that afternoon, dressed in casual clothes but moving with the ever-present alertness of a predator, she noticed Kara's good mood immediately.

"Who's that?" Natasha asked, not quite casually.

"Oh, Gwen. The police chief's daughter. We met at the festival. She's sweet."

Natasha's smile was polite, but her instincts were already flaring. Sweet? No one was that sweet. Especially not around Kara. She made a mental note to dig into Gwen Stacy's background that night.

The next day, Gwen invited Kara out for coffee. Kara was delighted. Natasha was less so, though she masked her unease.

When they arrived at a cozy corner café, Gwen was already waiting, dressed in a cream sweater that highlighted her figure without being too obvious—an innocent girl-next-door look. Her hair was perfect, her eyes warm, her smile dazzling.

"Kara! Hey!" Gwen greeted her like they'd been friends for years, standing to hug her. Kara returned the hug, appreciating the normal human contact.

Natasha slid into the seat beside Kara, her gaze like a hawk sizing up prey.

Coffee orders were placed. Conversation flowed easily. Gwen was perfect—too perfect. Every laugh, every glance, every self-deprecating comment about how clumsy she was at yoga, was engineered for maximum charm.

Kara lapped it up. Natasha silently hated it.

Gwen's eyes occasionally flicked toward Natasha, measuring her, reading her. She knew exactly what Natasha was, but that didn't intimidate her. It excited her. A lesser predator. A guard dog. But Gwen was after the queen.

"So, what's it like being an alien?" Gwen asked with the kind of innocence only someone dangerously skilled could fake. Kara laughed. Natasha's fingers twitched under the table.

When Wanda passed the café later that afternoon, her subtle magical senses had already been monitoring Kara. She felt the shift. Gwen was there. Her magic tingled—danger recognized danger. Wanda smiled to herself. Let her play her games. Gwen could be useful… or broken later.

As Kara and Natasha left the café, Gwen stood by the window, watching them walk off. She waved like the sweet girl she pretended to be. Her smile remained long after they turned the corner.

"You see, Venom?" she whispered internally. "She likes me. They all will. Because I'm perfect."

Venom trembled in her mind. "Queen… we will die…"

Gwen's smile stretched wider. "Then we'll die with her."

That night, Natasha sat in her room, the laptop glowing dimly as she scrolled through Gwen's pristine records. Too pristine. A cover-up? Her instincts said yes. She didn't trust that girl. But Kara liked her. And that complicated everything.

Across the city, Wanda leaned back in a worn armchair, eyes closed, fingers twirling with red tendrils of chaos magic. She whispered to herself, imagining Kara's power under her control. She sensed the future. Pieces falling into place. Gwen's presence was part of it. A tool… or a liability.

Kara, lying in bed, stared at her phone, smiling at a goodnight text from Gwen. She felt lucky. Earth was so friendly.

She had no idea.

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