A/N: Howdy everybody, and welcome to the first chapter of Maid of Might, brought to you by the coronavirus quarantine making me want to finish my WIPs. This is a sequel to Supergirl so you should probably read that before you read this. This chapter is pretty short and isn't anything too heavy, hope you enjoy it!

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"I'm Superman!" cried a small voice from behind me. I whipped around to see Peter standing on the arm of the couch in his Superman pajamas, a table cloth around his neck forming his cape. His little fists rested on his hips and his chin was held proud and tall. I would've laughed at the sight if I wasn't in character. "And you're no match for me Killer Frost!"

"You're not Superman!" I challenged, taking a step forward and pointing dramatically. "Superman has a red cape, not a white one!"

"Kara!" whined Peter, dropping out of his hero stance. "You're supposed to pretend that it's red, you know I don't have a red one."

"Okay sorry buddy, I'll do better this time." I took a step back, holding up my hands with my fingers spread out to shoot fake ice at him. "I will defeat you once and for all Superman!"

With that, Peter launched himself off the couch in my direction. I caught him dropping to the floor in a pile of giggles as I broke his fall. Peter sat on my stomach and started pounding fake punches to my face. I let out overdramatic howls of pain as he beat me up, trying to hold back a smile. "Oh, Superman! Have mercy! Your mighty blows are too much for me!"

Peter giggled and rolled off of me, breathing heavily from all of the excitement. "I will throw you in jail where all supervillains like you belong."

"Not if I tickle you to death first!" I exclaimed, reaching to press my fingers into his sides. He started laughing uncontrollably, begging me to stop as play tears started to well up in his eyes. I grabbed onto his waist and shot up to a standing position, quickly flipping him around and placing him on my shoulders. "Where to, Superman?"

"To the kitchen! I need a mighty Kryptonian snack!" I made my way to the kitchen, dipping around wildly so Peter could feel like he was flying. When we got into the kitchen, I set him down on the counter and opened the fridge, retrieving some baby-bell cheese. Handing Peter his share, I jumped up onto the counter next to him and pulled out my phone. I could feel him watching over my shoulder as I pulled up Superman's Wikipedia page.

"Why're you always looking at that?" he asked from beside me.

I put my phone to sleep and slide it under my leg as I replied, "Because I really love Superman and I think that if I study him enough I'll be able to meet him one day."

"Oh! One of my friends from school got to meet Superman! He was at a museum and Superman came in to say hi! Maybe you should go to the museum!"

"Maybe I should Pete, maybe I should," I replied a tad solemnly. "Now eat your cheese so we can get back to saving the world."

Peter started to gobble up his snack at a faster rate and I smiled. Peter was definitely one of my favorite things about moving in with my Aunt Lana. He looked a lot more like his long-gone dad than he did like his mom, and folks would often think that we were siblings and not cousins. His positive demeanor really balanced out the pressure of being in Metropolis in the first place. It's been over a month since I left Midvale and so far I had had no chance encounters with the Man of Steel. Schoolwork had kept me really busy at first but as the days passed I realized my chances of just running into Superman on the street were not as high as the news had led me to believe. I was really starting to wonder if coming to Metropolis was a good idea at all.

"Kara? Pete? I'm home," called a voice from the front door. I slid off the counter and padded out to the living room to greet Aunt Lana. Her red hair pulled up into a tight ponytail, business clothes wrinkled from her day at work. She smiled as Peter raced into the room and straight for her. I watched as Lana picked up her son, rested him on her hip, and placed a kiss on his forehead. "How was school Superman?"

"It was okay. Max pulled on Allie's pigtails and I told him to stop and told the teacher just like you told me too," he recited proudly. He wanted to be a superhero so badly. His room was plastered in posters and littered with different memorabilia and action figures. He was always begging to watch clips of different fights from the news. It was cute. He'd probably have a heart attack if he knew I could fly and shoot lasers from my eyes.

"Oh wow, you really are Superman," she put Peter back down and looked over at me. "How was school, Kara?"

"It was fine," I recounted as I found a spot on the couch. "That girl Riri is my partner for a project we have in Bio."

"That's good, I'm glad you're making friends here. Can't have you stuck up here with Pete all day."

"Hey!" called the kid in question. "I'm fun to be with!"

"Of course you are Pete," replied Lana cooly. "Now if you go clean up your room like I asked you to do last night, we can have ice cream after dinner."

A big smile spread across his face and he nodded excitedly and rushed off towards his room. Lana sighed and sat down next to me, groaning in relief as she finally removed her work heels. "Have mentioned that you're a great mom?"

"Maybe once or twice," she laughed, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. "Do you think you could run down to the store on the corner and pick up that ice cream I just promised him? He likes orange cream."

"Yeah, of course, I can go right now," I replied, getting up to find my shoes.

"You're a saint, Kara." I heard her flop into a lying position behind me as I stuffed my feet into my unlaced converse and grabbed my red hoodie off the hook. I shouted goodbye before heading out of the apartment.

Dusk was just settling over the neighborhood and the early March air was biting at passerby's ears, turning them freezing pink. I watched the people around me as I walked down the street. A gaggle of middle schoolers was huddled close to each other on the steps to an apartment building, an older couple was walking hand in hand down the other side of the street, and dad was buckling his daughter into her car seat. Despite the lack of encounters with the Man of Steel, living in Metropolis had been really nice. I missed Midvale with all of my heart but getting to live in the big city had always been a dream of mine. Metropolis had its problems, but it was a good place to live.

Rounding the corner, I stepped inside JJ's, giving a wave to the cashier as I entered. There were a few other patrons in the small store, mostly adults on their way home from work stopping in to get a small snack. Ignoring them, I strolled to the refrigerated aisle in the back to find Peter's favorite ice cream was hiding on the same shelf it always was. I snagged a carton and headed back towards the front of the store. As I stood waiting, the television behind the counter caught my eye.

There was no sound, but you could read the subtitles popping up below the news anchors. They were discussing the rumors of a recent business meeting between Bruce Wayne and Lex Luthor. Growing disinterested, I started to turn away when the words "Special News Update" flashed across the screen. The footage changed to show Superman grappling with one of his rogues. The Daily Planet globe stood out in the background. Maybe if I could get downtown fast enough- I looked down at the ice cream carton. I'd worry Lana. She didn't know. But when was another chance like this going to come up?

Abandoning the ice cream in the candy aisle, I rushed out of the store and onto the street. The sounds of the fight rang in my ears despite the distance between us. I took off running in the right direction. Every part of my body was screaming at me to run faster, take flight, anything so long as I got there in time but I held back. I didn't need the spotlight. Whipping through the streets at an inhuman speed would probably get me noticed by the Man of Steel, but I'd also be seen by every bad guy and their brother and I didn't need that. Not after what happened to Hadley.

Police lights filled my vision and I skid to a stop. The cops had formed a blockade around the scene, keeping pedestrians and the press from getting too close and getting hurt. There was no way I was getting past that without revealing myself. Shit. Without warning, the sounds of the fight ceased. How could it already be over? Looking through my surroundings, I caught a flash of red and blue shooting away along with my chances of meeting him.

"Are you serious?" I yelled in the direction the Boy in Blue had taken off. "I ran all the way down here!"

Superman did not humor me with a response.

Ignoring a few looks from the folks crowding around the police barricade, I started moving away from it all. What was the point of having super speed if I couldn't even use it properly? This whole thing was so stupid. What was I even doing out here? Everything about this whole Superman thing was so stupid. I knew I needed to get out of Midvale after everything that happened with Dr. Kane, but why did I think coming here and looking for the world's most well-known superhero was a good idea? It felt like I was just beating my head against a wall as some sort of complex self-punishment. I needed a minute to think. Clear my head. Maybe come up with an entirely new game plan for finding Superman that wasn't stumbling into him on accident. Why did everyone in this city have a Superman story except for me? Frustrated and alone, I couldn't bring myself to head back to Lana's yet. So, I found myself taking refuge on Metropolis' most widely recognized building.

Watching the city run beneath me from the top of the Daily Planet was a hell of a lot different than watching the sunrise from the roof of my parent's farmhouse. The city seemed to stretch on for eons and if I focused I could pick up little snippets of people's lives. A woman proposing to her girlfriend. A teenager looking about ready to throw up on what seemed to be the worst first date of all time. Babies crying in the maternity ward. A couple of brothers fighting over whose turn it was to use the Xbox. I'd found myself up here a lot these past few weeks. It was a good way to ground myself. To know that my problems weren't the end of the world. That things were going to turn out eventually, even if it took a lot longer than I expected it to.

I sat up there for a while, watching the sky turn dark and the city come to life. I knew it was getting late and Aunt Lana was probably worried sick. God, I didn't know how she found the strength to put up with a six-year-old and a sixteen-year-old that liked to go AWOL in the middle of ice cream runs. I didn't have a clue how I was even going to begin to explain what happened to me and Peter's ice cream. I'd have to stop at JJ's again on the way back. A few scoops of ice cream would probably help me feel better too.