So someone one Ao3 suggested that Oliver should let his Hood side out on Mon-El or he and Sara should introduce their League of Assassins selves to Mon-El.

Originally Dean was gonna ask Kara for permission to shoot Mon-El since he's wanted to do it from the beginning but the first option sounds better so which one should it be?

Chapter summary: Gideon does a check up on Astra, Ray and Nate manages to help her. While the others is still in space.

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Chapter Forty-Four: Hunters, Time travelers, and one pissed off mother VS. Aliens and Cadmus [part two]

Nate and Ray complied with Sara's instructions, guiding the young girl through another breach that led them to the Waverider.

Ray swiftly maneuvered the wheelchair, hurrying toward the medical bay aboard the time ship.

Ray called out urgently to the Waverider's AI. "Gideon!" he exclaimed, carefully lifting Astra from the wheelchair and placing her onto a medical bed. "Initiate a scan!"

"Right away, Mr. Palmer," Gideon replied promptly, beginning a thorough scan of the young girl.

Back aboard the spaceship, the others were still locked in a fierce battle, fending off Cadmus agents and Daxamites. Kara, her powers restored, fought valiantly, alternating between the weapons at hand and her heat vision.

Amid the chaos, Kara spotted Sara being ambushed. Acting swiftly, she unleashed a precise blast of heat vision, neutralizing the two attackers.

"Thanks," Sara said with a curt nod, acknowledging her friend's timely intervention.

Before Kara could respond, a sudden yank on her hair wrenched her backward. She felt her back collide with a solid chest, and a sharp, debilitating pain radiated from the kryptonite blade pressed against her stomach. Her strength drained instantly, the blade's presence sapping her energy.

"Everyone stop!" Mon-El's commanding voice cut through the tumult, freezing the room.

All eyes turned toward them--agents, Daxamites, Sara, Dean, Sam, Mick, Amaya, Lillian, and Rhea--each momentarily stunned by the sight.

"Mon-El," Kara gasped, her gaze locking on the blade in his hand, its lethal tip poised against her abdomen. Her voice trembled as she pleaded, "Please don't."

Weakened and vulnerable, Kara's thoughts turned to her unborn child. The kryptonite's deadly proximity wasn't just a threat to her--it endangered the fragile life she carried. Desperation filled her voice as she begged her former lover not to harm her baby.

"I don't want to do this," Mon-El said, his voice cold but conflicted. "But this child isn't part of my plan."

Dean stepped forward, his gun trained on the Daxamite prince. "And what exactly is your plan?" he demanded.

Mon-El's expression hardened. "To reclaim the woman who gave birth to my child--"

Before he could finish, Dean fired. The shot rang out, but a Daxamite soldier lunged at the hunter, knocking him to the ground. The bullet veered off course, striking a button on the control panel with a sharp metallic clang.

Aboard the Waverider, Ray and Nate worked carefully, tending to Astra's bruises. Their anger simmered beneath the surface, directed at the monsters who had harmed the young girl. The thought of anyone inflicting such cruelty—especially her own grandmother—was unfathomable.

"Mr. Palmer, Mr. Heywood," Gideon's voice interrupted over the ship's intercom, calm yet urgent. "A video is being broadcast worldwide."

Ray and Nate exchanged a tense glance.

"Play it, Gideon," Nate said firmly, his tone resolute.

At the D.E.O., William furrowed his brows, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "Uh... guys," he called out, drawing everyone's attention.

"What is it?" Oliver asked, stepping closer to his son.

"It's a video," William replied, clicking the link on his screen. Instantly, live footage filled the display—Mon-El gripping Kara tightly against his chest, a kryptonite blade poised at her stomach, while Dean struggled to shove a soldier off of him.

The room fell silent, the tension palpable as everyone stared at the screen, their faces etched with shock, anger, and worry.

"What the hell?" Oliver muttered, his voice low and simmering with rage.

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Back on the ship, Kara fought to hold back tears as she pleaded with Mon-El, her voice trembling. "Mon-El, please," she begged, her desperation palpable. "Don't hurt my baby."

Mon-El's expression twisted with anger, his voice a low, bitter whisper. "I only ever wanted you and Astra," he hissed. "But you moved on. You married Oliver Queen and had more children with him!" His grip tightened, and his growl seethed against her ear.

"Mon-El, please!" Kara's voice cracked, her body rigid as she tried not to move, fearing any shift could endanger her child. "Th-think about this! If you harm my baby, they'll all come for you—my husband will—!" Her words cut off abruptly as she cried out in pain, the blade grazing her skin.

"I was meant to be your husband!" Mon-El shouted, his voice filled with anguish.

"You left me!" Kara sobbed, her frustration spilling over. "And you expected me to take you back just like that?"

"Yes!" Mon-El snapped, his tone insistent and raw.

Sara, standing nearby, broke the tense exchange with a sharp retort. "What about Imra?" she asked pointedly, referencing the Daxamite's fiancée. "You proposed to her. You moved on too."

Mon-El's gaze flickered, but his resolve didn't waver. "She'd come with us. She'd be Astra's stepmother."

"She isn't your daughter!" Sam's voice rang out, fierce and accusatory. "You abandoned her before she was even born!"

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"Baby?" Barry glanced at Oliver, confusion etched on his face. "What is she talking about?"

"Kara's pregnant," Oliver growled, his fist clenching tightly as he watched the threat to his wife and unborn child unfold on the screen. "We never should have trusted him!" He slammed his fist down on the table in frustration.

The room fell silent, everyone grappling with the gravity of the situation, their attention returning to the screen as Kara's voice broke through.

"Mon-El, it was over six years ago..."

"Cisco," Barry turned to Cisco who already had his Vibe goggles on.

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"Shut up!" Mon-El shouted, his anger boiling over. Lillian and Rhea stood by, smirking as they observed the chaos unfold before them.

Rhea stepped forward, her voice calm but laced with strategy. "Son," she began, her eyes fixed on him. "If she dies, Astra becomes yours alone. You'll be her only parent." She paused, then added, "Or you and Imra could raise her together."

Kara shook her head, her voice pleading. "No, Mon-El, don't listen to her! Astra would hate you if you took her away from me!" she cried desperately.

"Everyone, shut up!" Mon-El snapped, tightening his grip on the blade.

"Son—" Rhea's words were cut off by the sharp crack of a gunshot. Dean, now armed and steady, had fired a lead bullet straight at the Daxamite queen.

A breach tore open, and DEO agents, along with Team Superarrow and Team Flash, surged into the scene. Oliver, already with an arrow drawn, aimed at the man holding his wife captive.

"Oliver," Kara whimpered at the sight of her husband, relief and fear intertwining in her voice.

"Mon-El, drop the blade," Oliver commanded, his tone unwavering.

A/N: Fun right? There is one more chapter left!