Chapter 12: Breakfast before Doom.

A/N: In great honor to the 53 likes and 68 followers! Thank you all so much.

To Arcane Charmcaster: Thank you for the review. If what you think bothers you, then bother no more. If you re-read the end of chapter 3 and the beginning of chapter 4 you will know that Kara has been orbiting the Sun for forty years since her Solar Stasis Protocol began in 1974 and arrived on the planet in 2014 during the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. When Heimdall said evolving into the society of today, he meant that the people were slowly turning into modern times like the 70's, 80's, 90's, and 2000's.

To Dark Champion: Yeah, I'll admit I almost put that in but I didn't think it would be right to have Kara literally barge in on Natasha and Maria shagging up a storm. I wanted their moment to be private and special.

To Warlocktongue: I really didn't want to creep you out my dude, I just really thought that moment was needed between the two lovebirds. That Family thing doesn't sound all that bad, I just gotta figure out how I can interpret something like that into the story. BTW you're gonna see exactly what happened to Kara after the whole night on the banging train between the spy and her Commander.

It was a quarter past midnight when the lampposts shined over the streets of Washington. Among these many streets was a local bank. That just so happened to have a secret barrage of tunnel networks leading to underground layers put together by none other than H.Y.D.R.A. Near the dead end of one of these confusing passage ways laid a bunker where the Winter Soldier was being kept. He sat in his advanced seat completely showered and shirtless. Bandages covered areas of his exposed muscles, such as his ribs, lower abdomen, and small white strips stuck to his upper left brow. From what he heard they even had to relocate his right shoulder back into place when they found him in an alleyway along with dozens of dead belonging to them. If one looked closely, they could see finger print marks embedded into his red swollen neck.

He stared into space as the doctors worked their fastest to re-install a spare bionic arm they had in the hidden base to his metal shoulder that was once a torn burnt stump. Guards were surrounding the caged entrance slash exit. Even Rollins, who had survived the hurricane attack of the Supergirl, stood in line at attention on guard duty. His face sporting several bruises along with an annoyed scowl.

The voice of Zola was ringing through Bucky's head.

"Sgt. Barnes….the procedure has already started….you are to be, the new fist, of H.Y.D.R.A."

With aggressive stress the once honorary man flexed his new arm and struck a not so innocent doctor into one of the soundproof walls. This intern caused all the H.Y.D.R.A. guards to go on the alert and aimed their guns at the man with no shirt. His posture quickly becoming one of silent anger and confusion.

Just then Alexander Pierce walked past the gates while calmly waving the armed men to stand down, and so they did. But the leader of H.Y.D.R.A. was anything but calm. To everyone's amazement Brock Rumlow walked behind him as a personal bodyguard, having too survived the attack of the caped girl who wiped the floor with them all earlier while also having survived the stage of explaining to Pierce what had happened. He however, sported a cut across his cheek and brow, along with a blood vessel burst eye, making the white surrounding his pupil seem bright red.

The leader of all this commotion stoically walked more away from the safety of the armed men and stood with his arms crossed in front of his organization's asset.

"Mission report." He spat out although it was absolutely un necessary.

The adversary, the one Rumlow identified through Captain Rogers as, Supergirl. Had officially caught the attention of the aging mad man. Because of her, over a hundred of his best men were now incapacitated or dead. Because of her, Rogers along with Romanoff and The Infamous Falcon were out there roaming free instead of a cell where they would rot and eventually be executed through the most horrendous ways he could ever imagine. Because of her, The Winter Soldier committed his first mission fail and didn't even so much as stand a fraction of a chance against her. Rumlow's brave report was enough to say how.

Her abilities succeeded far beyond the man with the hammer currently residing in England with Dr. Jane Foster and Selvig, an attempted kill wasn't the smartest move considering he wouldn't want the prince of Asgard coming here as well. This, "Supergirl", was bad enough as a problem. Her codename was pathetic but what she could do was unlike anything Pierce had ever seen, via news in his office at the Triskellion. Aerial flight, immense durability, projectile heat beams, gale force breath, immeasurable speed/reflexes, and immeasurable strength only capable of being seen once in the past by a raging green force of destruction currently under the surveillance of Stark Industries.

Pierce almost smiled but now was not the time to think of such thoughts on what he could do to her. After all, she was what she was, a girl. and with just the right plan, he could capture her, bend her will, and Supergirl could be the new fist of H.Y.D.R.A. once the launch of PROJECT INSIGHT. No one would truly be able to stop him with two weapons of potential mass destruction.

"Mission report Now!"

He still got no response. The aging man was not willing to play games. He wanted answers. Everyone tensed up when he slapped the former war hero across the face and they quickly held their breath when he didn't do anything on the effect upon being struck. Instead he steadied his blinking while clearing his throat.

"The man on the bridge." He recalled the blurry flashbacks of the blonde soldier calling out to him. "Who was he?"

"You met him earlier this week on another assignment." The boss man was quick to answer.

"I knew him."

Pierce took this moment to grab a stool from a corner and sit in it. In front of the Winter Soldier.

"Your work has been a gift to mankind, you shaped the century…and I need you to do it again. One more time. Society is at a tipping point between order and chaos, along with another manifestation of something higher than all of us. And tomorrow we are going to give this plan a push."

Bucky shifted in his seat as Rumlow dragged his tongue across blistered gums.

"But if you don't do your part, I can't do mine…..and H.Y.D.R.A. can't give the world the freedom it deserves." Pierce pathetically protested to motivate his asset of lower rank.

"But I knew him." The assassin didn't expect what was next. Pierce didn't answer his question, instead he answered with his own.

"Well…..did you know…Supergirl?" just the sound of that name caused everyone to stop breathing for a second. The Winter Soldier eyed the man intensively.

"Sir?"

"The chick that ripped your arm out like a TODDLER RIPPING PAPER OUT OF A NOTEPAD!" The tone of his voice didn't even attempt to hide its anger anymore. The years of training had paid off for the men and they held the lump developing in their throats.

"No….I didn't even know what she was?" Bucky pondered in thought but the look Pierce was giving was enough to gear him back to attention.

"Now you listen here. She was the adversary, but with time and just the right steps, she will become our ally. Don't disappoint Soldier. Because once she mends her will to H.Y.D.R.A., I will be willing to call you, disposable. Unless Of-course…you do your part, that's all I ask. And just like you she is a ghost story. But not for long once we put her where you're sitting." That being said, the leader of H.Y.D.R.A. stood up.

"Prep him."

"He's been out of cryo-freeze for too long." Said one of the bowtie men with precaution.

"Then wipe him, start over." The aggression in Pierce's voice caused Bucky to give a not so comfortable look. But who was he to do anything in his position.

Having a mouth piece put into his mouth and being shoved into the High-Tech chair was the last thing he ever saw before screaming in pain upon feeling the metal clasps over his head.

It was around five in the morning when Natasha stiffened awake in the bed she was lying in. The room was dark but it didn't scare her one bit. She laid side-ways on her right with someone's arms and bare body wrapped around her. Maria had awoken as well and began to rub her nose on the exposed ear of Natasha. The feeling of her hot breath exhaling from nostrils gave shivers that went down to the Russian's feet. Maria only wanted to hold her woman closer, which seemingly was not impossible at this point. Well-rounded cheeks pressed against her crotch.

"Hhhhhmmm." The Black Widow moaned through closed lips when Maria brought a leg around her hip and began to kiss her jaw line. It was intimate moments like these that made Natasha feel whole, and that there truly was nothing to worry about despite that statement being a lie. Being fed up with the drowsy teasing Natasha twisted her head to look behind her and was met with lips being placed upon hers. Luscious lips opened to allow buxom one's to mend properly and the two exchanged a beautiful good morning kiss despite the morning breath. They separated with the nausea slowly disappearing.

"Morning."

"Baby." Maria finished while cupping a large breast from her lover.

"I wish we could do this more often." The redhead brushed torrents of her straight hair away from her eyes.

"But you know how we both have priorities….still though…you are one of mine Nat, never forget I love you."

"Be still my love and heart."

"Always." They kissed a final time before the covers came off. Maria turned on the lamp to light the room. They both didn't mind the others' nakedness when they got up to make the sheets. Despite being tainted with dry fluids from the night before. Maria found her black t shirt and matching sweat pants but didn't place them on just yet. Instead she set them down and walked to Natasha, who was flexing her body upside down against one of the walls, her toes pointed upward, breasts hanging low without a bra, and her hair falling all over the floor. Slow breaths were escaping her lips in meditation.

"I think that's enough of showing off that body of yours Nat." the brunette spoke sarcastically.

"Then why are you still not dressed?" She replied with a devilish smirk.

"Because I feel like we still haven't done something yet." Natasha would've smacked herself for not remembering if she wasn't hand standing upside down. Instead Maria crouched into a push up position with her head near Natasha's and grinned wickedly.

"What are you waiting for?"

The redhead pushed herself off the wall and her form calmly landed on top of Maria's exposed back and legs. Her jugs pressing into shoulder blades and thighs resting on proper cheeks. She twisted her forearms to slither with her lover's biceps and rested her palms on the back of Maria's hands. Red hair mixing with dark black.

"What was your last record?"

"Hundred and fifty."

"Let's go for three hundred."

"Excuse me Romanoff?" The redhead pressed her palms harder to keep her lover's hands on the floor.

"No way out of it….Down!" they began the push up routine with Natasha counting a number every ten chronological set of pushups. Once they went past Maria's previous number the brunette kept pushing even past two-hundred, the veins in her lean but thick arms starting to show. Sweat began to accumulate upon the Commander's brows and her eyes clenched when her stomach started to hurt.

"Don't slow down, that's not how this works."

"I'm t…trying."

"You're doing good keep going." When they reached two hundred and fifty Maria felt a pain develop in her left bicep, she felt a popping noise come from her limb and was relieved when Natasha spoke the number that would mean there was just fifty left.

Two hundred and fifty, Stop!" and so she did, the brunette would've collapsed if not for the whispering she received in her ear.

"You're almost there, breath for a couple of seconds." The brunette did as she was told and tasted a drop of sweat coming down the side of her head. "Now go down and hold this position while sucking in your gut. I will tell you when to come up."

Thanks to her years of discipline, Maria never once broke her form despite her arms, feet and stomach screaming in aching agony. She could do this. She will do this. A full ten minutes went by with Maria only being able to inhale and exhale at small rates due to having her gut sucked in. Natasha being on top of her didn't sooth anything physical in the least.

"Come back up while exhaling." Both could've sworn they heard creaks in the biceps of the former Commander. Natasha felt the humidity building around her breasts.

"Now keep going…two hundred and fifty!" the cycle repeated, Maria's panting growing thicker but her pace never slowed. It wasn't until the last two that had the brunette in a situation where she was going to drop dead.

"One more Maria, you'll thank me for this." Natasha said as they approached the tenth push of the count.

"Three hundred!" Even then Maria still didn't fall to exhaustion, instead Natasha spread her legs to get off her. She helped set her girlfriend on her knees and issued the taller woman to stand. Maria looked down with sweat running down her face, her forearms went from a calm white tone to sore red, with veins protruding through the skin from her wrists to the inside of the elbows. Her biceps took a lean but toned appearance.

"MY…..God Nat." they both saw that her left bicep had manifested a new vein, a long blue one trailing from the deltoid into the crease of her elbow. It was also pulsing from newly induced pressure.

"That's not all." Natasha slowly geared them both into the bathroom and turned on the light. "Look."

The brunette looked at the mirror of the large sink only to have two naked women eyeing her back. The redhead pointed to her own abdomen in the mirror, prompting Maria to stare at her own tummy. Her eyes became the size of boiled eggs. Maria Hill's stomach was red from the soreness but just behind the shade were six bulging squared muscles lined up by twos starting from the bottom of her breasts, to below her outie bellybutton.

"These." She looked down. "Th…these can't be real…they….they can't, we barley do those exercises together…..how can…." Maria inhaled to chisel them despite the pain and exhaled with them still there.

"They're as real as they appear, you just had to have faith those last couple of years. Now your body has accepted the muscle change you've been trying to do."

"But." She was lost for words. Gone was her tight flat stomach. She had a real six pack to show.

"You've earned them, but this doesn't mean you have to stop…" The Black Widow was silenced and rewarded by a smothering kiss. Natasha quickly wrapping her arms around her girlfriend's neck.

"Thank you….." she brought her hips closer. "Thank you, Nat."

"You'll be sore for a while…..but it'll pass…..but for now I think we should shower up before waking up the Boss.

Maria Hill could only shake her head in agreement.

The two-women stood at the door of the room, with Natasha crouching behind her at the ready. Both have cleansed themselves from the activities of the morning and night before and sported matching clothing since it was all that there was in the closet. Along with several pairs of white shoe slippers, boxer shorts, and bras of different measurements, which both now wore beneath their shirts.

"I'll Sneak out first, wait for several seconds on my mark, there appears to be no one out there." The brunette eyed the small whole on the door to see the halls.

"Got it."

After a while Maria opened the door and headed out down the hall while yelling without turning around.

"Now!" Natasha soon walked out, assuming her usual persona. From this angle it now looked as if both had exited their own rooms. As if on cue, Steve came out of his room sporting the exact same clothes as the two females. Only he wore his sneakers instead of slippers. His shirt was tight as usual, hugging his pectorals and squeezing his deltoids.

"Rogers, pleasant morning." his former superior protested while pulling out a scrunchie to tie her wavy black hair into its rather tight bun."

"Likewise Hill." He looked behind to see Natasha approaching with a swing of her head to make herself look like as if she just got up and was trying to shake the sleep off her cranium.

"Nat." he greeted.

"Steve." She rubbed a hand behind her neck while rolling her eyes.

Maria turned around for a second before nodding to the women as a silent morning greet. They all heard another door open and to no one's surprise, Sam Wilson came out with black sweat pants but still wearing his grey shirt that hugged his broad chest calmly.

"Guess we are all up." was all he could muster. They huddled to the center of the base to find the curtains surrounding Nick's infirmary bed wide open. This caused them to hustle faster and enter the open circle. Where had Nick Fury gone to?

"Where's the Director?" Sam cocked an eyebrow.

Steve looked at Hill for an answer.

"I have no idea, he's not supposed to be out of bed." The three watched as the brunette brought her wrist up to her mouth. Nobody ever knew she had a communicator on in the first place. She tapped into the sleek watch and spoke into it once it gave a confirmation chirm.

"Sir this is Hill, do you copy?" the silence was not the answer they expected. "Sir…."

"Calm down Hill, I copy, ya'll might wanna come down to the kitchen, we have a guest."

The four looked at one another in confusion.

"Copy that Sir." She shut off her wrist before declaring to her team mates.

"Yes, we do have a kitchen, just follow me."

As soon as they reached down the seemingly endless hall and turning right on another end they arrived at a polished steel door the color of cerulean blue, the sensors detected the presence of people and opened automatically to the left, disappearing into the wall to allow entry. The inside was a magnificent sight. Although there was nothing on the black and blue walls, the kitchen could rival the elegancy of an expensive café. With a total of fourteen large tables, all round, sixteen booths lined up against opposite walls, and the large bar like set up against a wall, separating the eight booths so that four was on one side, and four as well on the other.

At one of the tables sat Nick Fury who was talking to someone who's face was on every corner of the world.

"My God." Sam yelped with eyebrows raised.

Tony Stark would've greeted his well-known acquaintances if not for The Falcon who he had yet to meet.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

Natasha was behind the bar, preparing everybody breakfast on a massive tray that looked like as if it required two people to handle. The Russian was an absolute master of multitasking. Where she stood there was even a built in advanced stove and oven, in which she was using to stir and bake pancakes, waffles and French toast, the counter didn't even resemble a mess from her profession as a cook. She spun two cutting knifes professionally and hacked away at apples, blueberries, strawberries, nuts, grapes, bananas, kiwis, oranges, grapefruits, and chocolate chips. The coffee and hot chocolate machine was on doing its work and the sugar/cream containers were open. Who could forget the occasional tea brewer kettle that she had placed on one of the burning stoves. All the things she had done and it wasn't even six in the morning.

When the smell reached her nose, she turned to the enormous pan of turkey bacon to give it a sizzling stir. Was there anything this woman couldn't do? The answer came when the toaster clicked revealing twelve pieces of toast. She set the plate stacking them all up into three towers. The advanced easy quick oven dinged followed by Natasha splitting her legs to ram straight on the ground, her hand reaching for the oven mitt. She slid the hot doors to the side to pull out the tray of fifteen croissants, she let them cool off by setting them down on another counter close to the cut fruits.

If her calculations were correct the kettle, and brewing machines wouldn't be done in another three minutes, so she used this time to return to the battered pastries and egg filled sweet bread. She had made quite the stack of them already since the beginning. Once that was done she gave her fruits attention once more and grabbed the wooden tray to slide them into the large metal bowl mix. A quick whizz was enough to finish the fruit salad. Little by little she began to put everything on the huge tray that would be used to serve everything she was making.

Each delicacy had their own special tray and plate.

When the bacon was done, Natasha placed it into a meat pot and put in on the tray. She waited for the final preparations. The kettle sizzled with the company of coffee and hot chocolate.

Natasha grabbed a cup tray and lined it with twenty four mugs, three rows with eight cups in all of them. Each row was filled with the selected beverage. The sugars and creamers were placed on the side.

To top this scene, Natasha had been listening to what the group at the table were discussing.

"So…you're dead." Tony confirmed while rolling up the sleeves of his tight suit that he used for Iron Man.

"Pretty much."

"And your actually glad to see me here?"

Maria and Nick missed the billionaire's charming attitude.

"Glad you're on board Stark."

"No problem, we're a team and we are in this together. Don't worry, Banner is safe at the Tower, along with Ms. Potts." Steve nodded to that.

"Well that's good to here, by the way, how did you managed to sneak down here with us? I know you brought the suit, but still." He pointed to the MK43 neatly folded in the corner of the bar chairs.

Maria set her elbows on the table before continuing.

"Who do you think built this place for us Steve?"

Steve gave an expression before looking at Nick who nodded tentatively. The soldier looked down at his hands in realization.

"Guess that explains why the rooms look so good, T.V., bath and everything."

Tony chuckled.

"That's right Capsicle."

Nick stiffened his cast before turning to Tony.

"So there you have it Stark, everything you need to know, S.H.I.E.L.D. has turned against us."

"And it was never S.H.I.E.L.D. to begin with. Here I always thought H.Y.D.R.A. went down with Schmidt."

"And with your help we are all going to bring it down for good. It was the right thing for you to hack them and find out about this whole fiasco. They may have the codes to PROJECT INSIGHT but H.Y.D.R.A. won't be the same anymore once you stop funding them."

Sam cleared his throat once the silence overtook them all.

"So…you've been providing for the ones going after us, I knew this before but, yeah?"

Tony knew he didn't mean it as an insult so instead he explained himself which was just what Sam expected from him.

"Yes…Sam, was it? When S.H.I.E.L.D. was founded after the war the government approved of the development of the agency due to negotiations with Colonel Chester Philips. The problem was they weren't willing to pull out of their budget to fund the organization and Peggy Carter's connections weren't willing to stick their necks out for her and my Dad. With no one else to turn to, Howard's, my company, has been the aid of the scum who are now coming out of the shadows to take this world for themselves."

"And they won't do anything to you for the moment because they wanted to keep you in the dark about this and you are the hand that feeds them." The Falcon stated in confirmation and understanding.

"And now that I know what they're up to I can say that they have bitten it way too many times, I'd call up Pierce right now and say to his pathetic face I'd wish to with drawl my services."

"Can you even do that?" asked a skeptical Captain Rogers.

"Of-course I can, we have a contact with the fine print stating I can with drawl at any moment I please but first we'd have to deal with PROJECT INSIGHT, it has to be stopped. Second, it wouldn't be wise to go with my personal intentions, now would it? No no no no no, we got to think this through, they want to play me for a fool I'll show them who's the real fool. We are gonna hit them where it hurts the most. And expose them. Let me handle it when we reach that point but for the moment." He eyed Steve with determination. "I think it's time you call the shots Cap."

Maria and Nick eyed the bearded man, it was moments like these that made them see that he wasn't what the media claimed him to be. And he wasn't what Steve had mocked him for a couple of years ago.

A big man in a suit of armor, take that away and what was he?

A dedicated being who carries blame on his shoulders and redeems himself by doing what's right as an armored hero among innocents who can't fight for themselves.

Just then Natasha came holding the incredibly large tray over her head while balancing it with her hands. Maria and Sam were just about to help until she brought it over her noggin and with good grip, set everything she had prepared in the middle on a rotating server. It was a delicious all you can eat styled breakfast.

"Excuse me Natalie, we were kinda in the middle of something…Wow! Pepper Potts and Gordon Ramsey watch out!" the billionaire eyed the tray.

"Cap can call the shots later, right now ya'll need to eat. We're gonna need the energy." The Russian popped her knuckles from the routine she endured.

"What about the dishes and the mess?" Sam stated while looking past the bar.

"No mess, and everything is in the dishwasher."

Tony grabbed a mug of hot black coffee before looking at the pattern Natasha had made on the cup tray.

"Ha, I see the pattern you did, one type for each, but why eight? There are only six of us."

The shuttle door of the kitchen opened and in came the Medic that had tended to Natasha the day before.

"Dr. Yagher, nice of you to join us." Nick called from his seat while raising a glass that he had grabbed.

"Likewise Sir." The man looked at Tony and nodded respectfully. "Mr. Stark."

"Doctor." He returned the gesture.

Maria spoke next.

"He's one of our medics, who remained loyal of course. And we brought him down here with us to look after the Director."

Steve couldn't help but show his gratitude.

"I'd also like to thank you for tending to Ms. Romanoff here Doc. I didn't get the chance to say it yesterday."

"It's an honor Captain."

Wait you were hurt?" Tony asked the redhead who politely shook her head and pulled out a seat for the good doctor. "Oh yeah!"

He pointed to Sam and Steve, I saw the whole incident on those streets. You guys were….." then he froze catching everyone's attention.

Tony looked at his mug before casting his eyes on the pattern of similar cups as well. Eight cups, for each, there were seven at the table now. Who was the last one? He was putting the pieces together.

"Is…..she…"

"Yes Tony, she's here in this base." Natasha used this climax revelation to hustle to the exit. "Someone might wanna get the plates and the syrup along with the utensils."

She gave one of her infamous devilish smirks.

"I gotta go wake up a certain someone." The only living Romanoff didn't wait for any kind of response for she was out the door just as she turned on a heel.

Natasha entered the dark room that was poorly lit with the night light in the corner. She casually walked in, the muscle memory guiding her through the abyss. There, just into the room and in the bed, was a covered bundle with massive layers of blonde hair showering the pillow it was snuggled against. The sleeping Kara's breathing could be heard in a small pattern. Natasha went around the frame and turned on the switch of the lamp. The quarters illuminating up with golden light that didn't disturb the peace. Natasha leaned in gently to pulled back the sheet that was covering the sleeping girl's face. A tiny nose, lips, and chin were exposed topped with closed heavy eyes. It almost looked as if she didn't once stir during the night.

Kara tossed slightly upon feeling a disturbance in her neck. For someone who was sleeping very intensively she was easily being persuaded to awaken from her dreamless slumber. She was awake within several long seconds but still had her eyes closed, which were now fluttering tentatively. Next, she felt her face being rubbed by a presence Kara had come to know. She felt the bridge of her nose being smothered with lips followed by her warm cheeks.

Kara Zor-El mustered the strength to open her eyes and stared into the face of a smiling Natasha Romanoff.

"Good morning." she battered her eyelashes across the freckled nose, earning a childish giggle from the Kryptonian. She shot out of her bed and took the older woman in her arms to spin her literally through the air since they were now off the ground and their heads almost bumped the ceiling.

"Natasha!"

"Kara." the Russian's grip only tightened around the girl's shoulders. The spinning was slowed down with each precious moment and the two now had their feet planted on the carpeted floor once again. the Kryptonian having to standing on the tip of her toes to see eye to eye to the taller female.

"I told you I would be back, glad you got your rest." She rubbed the side of Kara's face with a palm.

"You must be hungry, well missy, lucky for you I prepared something extra special for everybody." She gently took Kara's hands into hers. "Let's go."

Kara was blessed and excited, another day had gone by for them. If Natasha had woken her up then it could only mean that the morning had arrived for this hemisphere of the world. She couldn't wait to join the rest of her teammates, where ever they were. The redhead left her side for a moment to fix the covers of the bed chambers she had woken up from. It didn't necessarily take long since the fabrics were not an absolute mess. Once Natasha set the cushions in place she issued Kara towards the closet. She opened the door to select a few things that Kara had no sight upon till they were in the human's hands.

Small foot wear and an exotic pouch that the alien had never seen before.

"Here." The spy bent down to lift one of Kara's pant legs, exposing a small gentle foot. "This'll do for now, after all it's only breakfast."

Kara allowed the older women to slide the obsidian and ivory colored foot wear over each heel. In a way they felt comfortable but the pants were still too long that they obscured most of her feet with now covered toes poking out from the front.

Natasha figured it would be best for Kara to wear lace less shoes rather than slippers. Since the girl was naturally shorter than even her she figured there was nothing wrong in trying to regain some of the blonde's attentive height. Next came the tricky part.

"Now as for this." she grabbed the bra. "You're not gonna show up in a shirt without the extra coverage."

To demonstrate, so that the blonde could get a visual learning, the redhead lifted her shirt, exposing her jugging breasts that were covered in the most exotic cloths Kara had seen. The alien blushed a little with a tint of blue around her eyelids but apparently Natasha wanted her to wear the fabric she was holding.

Not being one to disobey the woman who had come to care for her, Kara gently slipped her black shirt over her head. Being grateful that both were being mature in a situation like this. Natasha opened the bra and slid Kara's arms into their respective places. The straps went over her shoulders and the Russian moved behind the petite but strong girl. They both heard the click that set the straps in place. Kara did her part and adjusted the crimson colored covers over her perky chest muscles.

Such bizarre breast bindings these primitive females possessed.

Without expectation, Natasha grabbed Kara's shirt that she kept over her shoulder and slid it back over the form of the girl once she physically instructed her to raise her arms up. They both took a moment to adjust long streaks of bright blonde straight hair and the two were out the door once Natasha opened it.

Natasha only tugged Kara to follow when the blonde gave a questioning glare for where had wounded leader had gone since he was not in his bed recovering.

Everyone at this point seemingly enjoyed the feast Natasha had prepared for them. But at all their attention was geared to the two women seated side by side. Most were staring with cocked eyebrows while the good doctor only smiled while looking down at his plate. Natasha ignored everyone and continued to cut the syrup covered waffle on the plate to give little bite pieces to the youngest looking one in the room via fork/spoon feed. The one called Supergirl had a look of delight every time Natasha fed her from something off the plate. She quickly grew to love the crunchy sizzling strips that the redhead at one point popped into her mouth.

Nick looked around for a moment before staring into nothing and speaking up.

"Alright, I'll be the one to ask, Romanoff, are you aware that you are feeding a grown woman at this table?"

Natasha didn't seem fazed or succumbed to realization. Instead her stoic features returned for a second before asking.

"Your point Boss?"

He was taken aback by this. Nick knew she didn't mean or intend to insult him in any form or way. But for her to casually speak up and go about as if what she was doing was absolutely normal took him by surprise. His former deadly agent resumed her role of mother to this girl when she wiped the powerful being's lips with a white napkin.

Sam and Steve could only chuckle, this girl truly was Romanoff's responsibility. They remembered the day before when she did the same with scrambled eggs. Kara on the other hand, embraced the little treatment. Who knew that a woman who had done torturous interrogations and man slaughter in the past, could be so gentle with this girl of unknown origin.

"Easy Nick, Natasha tend to be that way towards Kara."

Tony set down his second mug of coffee since Kara had no interest in the beverages except the Sunny D Natasha had poured for her in a big tall glass.

"So she has a name…..Carrol."

Sam looked over to the billionaire.

"It's Kara."

"I beg your pardon?"

Maria issued for Tony to look at her while waving her fork that she was using to eat fruit salad.

"Kara, Stark, exactly the way it sounds. Natasha told me once and that good enough for me?"

"What kind of name is Ka-Ra? Why does the "r" sound like that? She's not foreign. She resembles the average college preppy. Where did she come from?"

All eyes once again turned to the redhead who now placed a piece of French toast on the blonde's plate.

"Why are ya'll looking at me? Steve is the one who wanted to ask Nick over here about her origins."

If they were animatronics the scene would've been hilarious. Now all their stares were geared on the former Director of a once great organization.

"I stand corrected." Steve sipped his hot chocolate. "Don't suppose you mind telling us about Supergirl here Nick?"

Nick leaned back into chair.

"Supergirl eh…..never heard of her."

Was this a surprise to everyone except for Hill and possibly Stark?

No.

"I now know you keep secrets sir, but how is it possible that S.H.I.E.L.D. has nothing on Kara?" came Hill's question.

The philanthropist stroked his hairy chin.

"When I was hacking into the Triskellion the other day I didn't resist the urge to dig down deep into what I could find. Not one file on….Supergirl here popped up. Well…..except maybe the salvaged footage from satellite BETA and other captures but overall nothing else."

This caught Fury's attention.

"What do you mean by other captures?"

"Oh, right, over four days ago Colonel Rhodes was overseas doing a little testing drill for those new jets I assembled for ya'll, you know before things went to hell? He reported to me saying something had come up. That little something is sitting right across us right now. Not to mention the little fiasco at the mall and the highway didn't go unnoticed."

Sam, Steve, and Natasha noticeably tensed. Of-course their actions hadn't gone unnoticed. Now the states knew they were on the run. And Kara had been exposed. Thanks to Tony's revelation, it was confirmed that Kara had been roaming the Earth and skies before she met Natasha. Before she met anyone.

"Well there you have it people." the one-eyed man stared on as Kara nibbled on a croissant. "A ghost story."

"She's on our side Boss." The Black Widow placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "You all have seen what she's capable of. Just like us she hates H.Y.D.R.A. for what they're doing. She'll be of great help."

Tony had to chuckle.

"A girl who has shown unbelievable power and can barely feed herself is gonna help us?"

Natasha gave one of her scolding stares but the leader of the field team spoke proudly.

"Well just a head's up Tony if it wasn't for her, we wouldn't be here. Kara's past is unknown but she's not stupid. She's capable as Romanoff says. Wherever she grew up must've isolated her from the world, she's just a kid but from the looks of it she's not leaving. Let's just be thankful she fell into the right hands…speaking of hands, Natasha you mind telling us what's on her forearm?"

The gauntlet let its existence known and glistened in the lights of the kitchen.

"I advise not to mention her about it. She was wearing it under her suit when she took it off." Natasha traced a hair behind Kara's ear, the girl sipping her large drink casually. "I had to calm her down from a panic attack she was enduring."

Maria eye's widened along with everyone else including the doctor who has tried to stay out of all this in this first place.

"I don't know who or where she got that brace. But it has to serve as a reminder for her in a way. Perhaps she was part of a cult or hidden society…but she's no experiment. She's something bigger."

The silence was now known at the table, and for the first time, Kara looked up from her exotic meal. Everyone was looking at her cautiously. She turned around to see if someone was behind her, but there was no one. Instead the blonde turned around again to catch the glimpse of the folded up metallic capsule the color of Crimson and Gold. With her curiosity radiant as ever, Kara pulled herself out from the seat and strolled to the Iron Man armor. Picking it up with her hands to examine it.

"Uhh….Can somebody tell her that's not a toy?" Tony protested out loud with Natasha rolling her eyes.

A/N: This is just the calm before the storm people, stay tuned for next week!