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Kara Zor-El, the last daughter of Krypton, thought she had seen it all—alien invasions, supervillains, and even the occasional Justice League paperwork nightmare after reducing “guilty” buildings to rubble. But nothing could prepare her for the day she was hit by the Kryptonite Express Space Delivery Truck while flying through space, hurling her across the multiverse… and straight into the heart of the Marvel Universe. Weakened from Kryptonite poisoning but adapting quickly under a new sun, Kara soon discovers her arrival has sparked far more than headlines. As her powers evolve in ways she never imagined, she also awakens a strange and dangerous side effect—an irresistible allure to the women around her, driving them to obsession. Men treat her like any other alien threat; women want to own her. Leading the charge is Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)—deadly, competent, and rapidly becoming a possessive bodyguard with a growing yandere streak. But as Kara navigates S.H.I.E.L.D., pizza teleportation mishaps, and flirt-filled interrogations, another figure steps from the shadows: Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)—feared across nations as a powerful villain after obliterating the entire population of Sokovia in a grief-fueled massacre. Wanda, seeing herself as an enlightened woman above the world’s hypocrisy, becomes obsessed with Kara, believing her to be the key to unlocking their true potential together. Caught between two dangerous, beautiful women—one a protective spy, the other a reality-warping sorceress—Kara must balance flirtations, threats, and her own growing feelings while dealing with the fact that every hot, deadly woman in this universe seems to want her in their bed… or on their warpath. And as Kara’s legend grows, so does the foundation of L.E.Y.A.—the League of Extraordinary Yanderes & Antagonists, a gathering of powerful, chaotic women united by one goal: possessing Kara Zor-El. Will Kara survive this universe’s deadliest force—love? Or will the world fall to ruin under the heels of her Yuri-powered harem?
The void of space burned with emerald fire.
Chunks of shattered warships drifted like forgotten relics as Kara Zor-El shot through the wreckage, a streak of gold and red. Her eyes blazed with heat vision, carving molten lines through Brainiac's defense drones. Each burst of energy exploded in brilliant eruptions, but Kara didn't stop to admire her work.
There were too many. Always too many.
"Just another day in space," she muttered, weaving through debris as plasma blasts streaked past her. Her cape fluttered behind her like a war banner.
A voice crackled through her earpiece—Brainiac's cold, calculated tone, devoid of emotion. "Resistance is illogical. You cannot withstand the might of my fleet."
"Oh yeah?" Kara grinned, clenching her fists. "Might want to recalculate, metalhead."
She rocketed forward, fists glowing with solar energy. The nearest drone barely had time to register her presence before she punched straight through it, its circuits sparking as it split apart.
Brainiac's warship loomed ahead—a massive, skull-like vessel adorned with green Kryptonite reactors. The quantum cannon on its front began to hum ominously, gathering enough power to vaporize an entire planet.
Earth was in its crosshairs.
Kara's jaw tightened. "Not happening."
With a burst of speed, she dodged a barrage of missiles, grabbed one mid-air, and hurled it back at the ship. It detonated against the hull, but the cannon continued charging.
"Alright, fine—let's do this the hard way."
She shot toward the ship's core like a comet, fists raised. Brainiac's voice droned in her ear again, calm as ever.
"You cannot stop what is inevitable."
"We'll see about that."
She slammed into the hull with a thunderous impact, ripping through the metal plating. Alarms blared. Brainiac's drones swarmed her, but Kara spun, unleashing a blast of heat vision that reduced them to molten scrap.
The reactor chamber was ahead—glowing with concentrated Kryptonite energy.
Her skin prickled. Her body ached.
Kryptonite—the one thing that could weaken her.
But she pushed through the pain. Strength mattered more than anything. Schemes, machines, calculations—they all crumbled before absolute power.
"That's your mistake, Brainiac," she growled under her breath. "You thought you could win with logic. But I've got fists—and I'm not afraid to use them."
She drove her fists into the core, unleashing all her strength. The reactor buckled. Energy surged, wild and unstable. The quantum cannon flickered and died.
"You lose."
The explosion tore through the ship, sending shockwaves across the void. Kara shot out from the wreckage, cape trailing behind her as flames consumed what remained of Brainiac's fleet.
She hovered, breathing heavily but victorious.
Finally… it was over.
Silence settled over the battlefield. Stars twinkled in the distance. Kara let out a breath, allowing herself a small smile.
"Damn, I'm good."
She wiped the soot from her cheek, stretching her sore muscles. The battle had pushed her hard—but nothing she couldn't handle. Kryptonite or not, she was still Kryptonian.
Still the Last Daughter of Krypton.
Still—
Honk. Honk.
Kara froze.
Her brow furrowed.
Honk. Honk.
The sound was faint, but unmistakable.
"What… was that?"
She glanced around. Space was empty. No ships, no drones—just the remnants of her battle. But the sound came again, clearer this time.
HOOOONK.
It echoed across the stars like a warped car horn.
Kara's eyes narrowed. "…That can't be right."
She scanned her surroundings, half expecting another enemy fleet. Maybe some new Brainiac backup—some final weapon. But there was nothing. Just empty void.
Until, in the distance, she saw it.
Two faint lights—headlights.
Her heart skipped a beat. "No way."
The lights grew brighter, cutting through the void like twin suns. Then came the silhouette—a massive, boxy vehicle hurtling through space.
A truck.
An actual space truck.
It glowed faintly green—Kryptonite energy radiating from its chassis. The sound of its roaring engine somehow carried through the vacuum. She could see the faint outline of a driver in the front cab, casually sipping from a coffee cup.
The truck's horn blared again, louder this time—HOOOOONK.
Kara stared, slack-jawed.
"What the hell…?"
The truck barreled toward her, gaining speed. A gleaming logo shimmered on its side: "Kryptonite Express Space Delivery – We Deliver, You Suffer."
And below it, several bumper stickers plastered across the rear:
"HONK IF YOU HATE KRYPTONIANS."
"I BRAKE FOR NO ONE."
"KRYPTONITE INSIDE – HANDLE WITH FEAR."
The driver waved. He actually waved.
Kara blinked.
Her instincts screamed at her to move—but she was too stunned.
"Wait, wait, WAIT—"
HOOOONK.
The headlights flared.
The engine roared.
And the last thing Kara thought before impact was:
"You've gotta be kidding me."
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