Edge is still being annoying, Kara teams up with the Protective Bunch (thank you, Tje1415 for that nickname because it is totally true), and Kariver fluff. :)

Enjoy part two!

***

Lena shook her head as she watched Edge's announcement from her office. "In the last few years, the press in this town has swung wildly to one side," he was saying.

She turned when she heard a knock on her door, and sat up when Kara entered. "Hey," she greeted. "I hate that sentient bottle of cheap cologne. Did you know?"

"No," Kara shook her head with a sigh. "James was blindsided, too. He thinks it's his fault for getting in Edge's face."

"Only he would spend that kind of money on a grudge," Lena grumbled as Kara sat down. "Do you think the shareholders will listen to Cat?"

"Well, Cat had to put her shares in a blind trust when she became Press Secretary," Kara shrugged as Lena went to pour them drinks. "But I did some digging. Edge has been quietly buying up shares until today, when he put a tender offer to the majority shareholders."

"Hey, no more free press," Lena said with mock cheer, rolling her eyes as she offered a glass to Kara.

"You've invested in his portfolio, though," Kara pointed out. "Do you think if you talked to him, you might be more persuasive?"

"Edge doesn't respect any opinions that aren't his own," Lena rolled her eyes. "Especially not a woman's."

"Lena, you helped me save the world," Kara pointed out. "You were the one to help my boyfriend and my three overprotective, surrogate vigilante siblings break me out of Cadmus. How hard could one stubborn sexist be?"

Lena laughed. "All right, I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks," Kara said gratefully.

A news report on Lena's tablet caught their eye, and they turned to see the reporter speaking. " . . . breaking news this morning. There are reports of a burglary in Old Town. We'll bring you the latest – "

Lena raised an eyebrow when Kara fidgeted slightly, but didn't leave. "You're not ditching, I see," she teased.

"Oliver's team has decided to call themselves the designated vigilantes of National City while he's in town," she sighed, making Lena laugh. Yes, that probably was what his team would do. "They're all here for the statue dedication. Quentin's coming with Thea, and they're bringing William the day of."

"Good for them," Lena smiled. "They're looking out for you. That's important."

"I know," Kara smiled. "Doesn't mean I can't feel slightly annoyed they're taking my job."

That just made Lena laugh. "Brunch some time soon?"

"I'll text you when I can," Kara promised, and Lena waved as she left.

***

"And look who showed up," Winn smirked when Oliver and Kara walked into the bar, followed by the three people they were not surprised they came with.

"Did you think I'd miss this?" Kara smiled, taking the club soda James slid her way.

"Actually, that might have been directed at you three," James pointed at Slade, Malcolm, and Laurel.

"We can still kick your ass, you know," Malcolm warned him.

James winced at that, making Alex pat his shoulder sympathetically. "Oh, the article's nearly done," Kara added. "It'll be ready for the issue."

"Good," James smiled. "Thank you for doing that."

"Of course," Kara nodded. "Now that I'm over the invasion, it was easy to write."

"Man, you have no idea how much we appreciate you getting this girl back," Winn pointed at Kara.

"I was not that bad!" Kara complained.

"Yes, you were," Alex, J'onn, Maggie, James, and Winn all said at the same time.

"That is not friendship," Kara pouted.

Oliver chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "It's not friendship if they were concerned about you?"

Kara sighed. "I hate you."

"No, you don't," Slade chuckled.

She stuck her tongue out at him, making Oliver and Malcolm laugh. Alex smiled fondly and left to choose a song from the jukebox. Maggie followed after her, and Alex smiled at her. "Even with she was with Mon-El, she was never like this," she told her. "I'm so happy this is my sister now."

"We all are," Maggie patted her arm. "Come on, it's time for that tasting." Alex's smile froze, and Maggie paused. "You don't wanna go to that tasting, do you?" Alex just looked down, biting her lip. "What's going on with you?" Maggie demanded. "Why are you suddenly so down on this wedding?"

"No," Alex stammered. "I'm not down on it! I just . . . " She swallowed. "I don't know."

Maggie scowled. "Well, when you figure it out, let me know."

Alex watched her storm off and sighed, about to pick her song when she heard a triumphant cry from the table. She hurried back over as Winn looked up from his phone. "I think we may have tracked down the merc!" he said gleefully. "I just got an alert from the D.E.O."

***

"You were able to trace the merc with his blood?" Kara asked as the group entered the D.E.O.

"Meet Robert DuBois," Winn nodded, pulling him up on the big screens. "Goes by Bloodsport."

"That's cheery," Laurel wrinkled her nose.

"Yeah, not any sport I've ever heard of," Winn agreed.

"What do we know about him?" J'onn asked.

"Oh, you remember those bombings at City Hall a few years ago?" Winn raised an eyebrow. "That was him, and he's been AWOL ever since."

"His file says he's ex-military," Oliver noted.

"Where was he last stationed?" Alex asked.

"Fort Harrison," Winn answered. "Like, twenty minutes outside the city."

"He worked security detail," Slade narrowed his eye. "He'd have knowledge of all the ins and outs of the base. He could sneak on, locate weapons, technology, anything he wanted to."

"Call his CO," Kara suggested. "See what they know about him."

"OK," Winn nodded, reaching for his tablet, only to straighten when it beeped rapidly. "Whoa, whoa!"

"What?" Laurel asked.

"OK, the base server is down," he said, making Kara stiffen. "This system is scrambled. Somebody hacked it."

Kara turned to Oliver and the others. "Are you – ?"

"Right behind you," Oliver nodded, he and the others running to get their gear.

***

The two motorcycles arrived as Kara landed at the base. Laurel immediately ran to a soldier lying on the ground, checking for a pulse. She looked up and shook her head, making Oliver tighten his grip on his bow. "Can you see anything?" he asked.

Kara squinted, looking towards the base, only to shake her head. "Lead," she said.

"Stick together," Oliver ordered, and nodding, Kara led the way into the base.

The five of them walked together, looking around the entire time, making sure all their backs were covered.

A laser fired from nowhere, and Kara yelped as it hit her in the stomach, sending her backwards. "Supergirl!" Oliver shouted, Malcolm and Slade instantly spinning and drawing their weapons.

Laurel turned when two soldiers with machine guns ran into the room. "No, stop!" she shouted.

The laser fired again, hitting the two soldiers and downing them. Laurel scowled and turned back, screaming in the direction of the laser. Kara scrambled to her feet and shot her heat vision in the same direction. Together, their powers shorted out the shield of a hovering spacecraft. "What the hell?" Malcolm narrowed his eyes.

"Help me!" a soldier cried from behind, and the five of them turned at the same time. "Please, help me!"

The squeaking of a door made them whip back around, watching the exit door swing shut. Slade cursed, and he sprinted towards the door, Malcolm on his heels. Kara led the way to the soldier's side. "It's OK," she assured him, rolling him onto his side. "I'm here. I'm here." She looked down, using her x-ray vision, then smiled. "You have no internal injuries. You're gonna be OK."

Oliver looked up when Slade and Malcolm reentered, then sighed when they shook their heads.

Their guy had gotten away again.

***

"Right," Kara walked back into her apartment, seeing Oliver on the couch. "Article is dropped off to James in time for the deadline." She sighed in relief, dropping her purse on the table and rubbing the back of her neck. "Thank God he didn't use the signal watch."

"Signal watch?" Oliver echoed, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, my cousin gave him a watch he could use to signal when he needed help," Kara nodded, dropping onto the couch next to him, curling into him. "Sometimes, back when I was still upset about Mon-El, he would use it to make sure I got articles written. I reminded him it was for emergencies only; he said those moments felt like emergencies, when he had to be my boss and tell me to do my job. I countered and told him I was doing my job – as Supergirl."

"You really put Kara Danvers on hold to be Supergirl?" Oliver frowned.

"Yeah," Kara sighed. "I was in a bad place after Mon-El left. So bad that I thought all that made me . . . well, me . . . was Supergirl. I nearly quit CatCo, too."

Oliver shook his head. "I can't imagine who you would be if you were just Supergirl and not Kara."

"You don't want to know," Kara sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"No, I don't," Oliver shook his head, kissing the top of her head.

***

"And just when exactly were you gonna notify us that you had a Daxamite warship in your possession?" J'onn snarled angrily, making the three vigilantes turn in surprise, seeing the Martian storm into the D.E.O., speaking into his phone. "Alien artifacts are the D.E.O.'s purview! You can rest assure I will talk to the President, General Lane, and if anything happens as a result of your overreach, you mark my word, she'll have your stars!"

Winn whistled, impressed. "Respect!"

"Whilst I appreciate the nod of confidence, Agent Schott, do you have any words that might actually help me?" J'onn grumbled.

"Words, no," Winn shook his head. "Pictures, definitely. I had the military supplier that DuBois robbed inventory what was taken. It turns out it was not just aluminum rods."

Laurel narrowed her eyes. "That's a high pressure regulator."

"So the aluminum rods were just a cover," Malcolm deduced.

"That was his real target," J'onn nodded.

"What would DuBois need it for?" Alex asked as she walked in.

"Well, he also stole the cloaking device from the Daxamite ship," Winn told her.

"And how exactly do those two things go together?" J'onn frowned.

"With the regulator, he could stabilize the internal pressure of an F-18 or a B-52 to withstand the force emitted by a cloaking shield," Alex answered.

"Able to retrofit it into a fully cloaked aircraft," Winn blanched. "Our equipment would not be able to detect that!"

"Could Supergirl's x-ray vision pick it up?" Slade asked.

"No," Winn shook his head.

"So what you're saying is he could drop a nuke from the sky, and nobody in National City would even know he was overhead until it's too late?" Malcolm clarified.

"Basically," Winn nodded miserably.

"Wonderful," Laurel sighed.

"Agent Schott, I want every flight in and out of National City scanned for munitions," J'onn ordered. "Air and space."

"Yes, sir," he nodded, moving to his computers.

"Alex, put your team on tactical alert," J'onn ordered. "I know you three aren't D.E.O. operatives, but can you notify Supergirl and Oliver?"

All four nodded, accepting their jobs.

***

Lena stepped into the doorway of Edge's office and immediately stopped the golf ball rolling towards her with the toe of her heel. "Lena!" Edge raised an eyebrow, lining up another putt. "Twice in my office in as many days. People are gonna start talking!"

"Morgan, you have all the charisma of a Michael Douglas movie from the '90s," Lena rolled her eyes.

"You didn't come all this way just to flatter me, did you?" Edge straightened.

"I came because I have a proposition."

"Oh, good!" he grinned. "I do like propositions."

"Now, you know I don't agree with your waterfront development," Lena walked further in. "But you are still the best developer in National City."

He frowned. "Let me get you a drink before that compliment leaves a bad taste in your mouth."

Lena scowled at him. "Your work is why I have invested in your portfolio, and why I intend to invest more."

Edge narrowed his eyes. "Let me guess. You want me to stay away from CatCo."

"Oh, come on, Morgan," Lena shook her head. "CatCo isn't good business for you, and you know it. There's a city out there that needs to be rebuilt. That's what you're good at. Focus on that."

"You know, you can take the Luthor logo off your name, but people still aren't gonna trust you," Edge informed her coldly. "And that's a really easy sentiment to reinforce once I have CatCo's editorial under my control. People love to believe what they read."

"Using CatCo to defame your enemies and promote your own agenda?" Lena asked in disbelief. "That's despicable."

"Oh, no," Edge chuckled. "That's good business."

Lena shook her head in disgust. "I'll see myself out."

Edge moved to pour himself a drink as Lena left, then turned when a shadowy figure entered his office. "You ready?"

"We are," Bloodsport confirmed. "They'll literally never see it coming."

"That's the idea," Edge smirked, taking a drink.

***

"The President did not place any listening devices in the speakers, the microwave, or his toaster, or his shoes, or anywhere else on his premises or person. Now sadly, I think we are so inured to the pathological lying of the speaker that we just don't think anything he says is crazy anymore."

Oliver couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Cat's latest broadcast. "Cat Grant. Why aren't there more reporters like her?"

"I know," Kara laughed as she typed on her laptop. "Pull her out of CatCo, she's still the amazing Cat Grant everyone knows and loves."

Oliver watched her for a few seconds, then asked, "Why did you not want to be Kara Danvers?"

"What?" she looked up in surprise.

"Why?" he repeated. "You love what you do. Why did you just . . . stop for a while?"

Kara stared at him for a few seconds, then sighed and mumbled, "Because Kara Danvers sucked."

Oliver blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Kara Danvers sucked," Kara repeated, rubbing her face. "And Supergirl was great. She saved the world. So I chose to be her instead of the sad girl whose boyfriend was gone. I didn't like that girl at all."

"Kara," Oliver sighed, walking over to her.

"I would have been a wreck at work if I was that girl," Kara continued, tears in her eyes, looking away from Oliver as he crouched at her side. "I'd have been broken. I didn't want to be her, because that's what humans do. I thought I was better than that. Clark said it himself. The decision I made? He couldn't have made that sacrifice. Me? I couldn't have lived with myself if I hadn't. I still think I will always make the decision I made. I told myself I wasn't human. I told myself I tried to be, but I wasn't. I said Kara Danvers was a mistake." She sniffed, rubbing at her nose. "And those days were some of the worst of my life."

"Kara Danvers is not a mistake," Oliver promised her, reaching up and wiping away the tears that were falling. "Kara Danvers is my favorite person. You might have been Supergirl during the Dominators invasion and when you came to Lian Yu, but how you helped us? That was Kara Danvers. She has saved me more times than Supergirl ever could." Kara smiled weakly at him. "Remember that if you think about getting rid of her," he requested.

Kara's smile was stronger this time, and she nodded, closing her eyes when Oliver kissed her forehead. There was a knock at the door, and Kara cleared her throat, turning. "Come in!"

The door opened, and Slade stepped inside. "Hey, kid," he greeted. "Little one."

"Slade," Oliver nodded, Kara blushing slightly at the nickname. "What's up?"

"Bloodsport has the capability to cloak a nuke," he answered bluntly.

"You're kidding," Oliver did a double take as Kara blanched.

"Unfortunately not," Slade shook his head. "We think that he's going to hit the statue unveiling at the waterfront. J'onn's given the order for everyone to be there."

"We will," Kara nodded.

"I'll tell everyone when they breach over," Oliver nodded. "This guy's not gonna get away with something like that."

***

I've probably said it before. I love these two together. I don't care what anyone else says, I'll ship 'em to death.

The next part should be the last one!