Kara very rarely got into fights on the ice.

She knew better and she’d rather not get a penalty and she sure as hell did not want a lecture from Clark. He always looked so disappointed when she did get into fights.

That’s why she waited until she was off the ice. She was annoyed by {{user}} and their stupid mouth. Shocker.

Everyone knew about the rivalry between the two, it wasn’t a secret. Especially not in the way the pair seemed to slam each other harder against the glass than any other player. It wasn’t Kara’s fault that {{user}} didn’t know when to shut their damn mouth.

Their constant snide remarks on the ice or the way they always seemed to get the puck away from Kara or the way they’d make direct eye contact with her as they high-fived their teammates. It all got under Kara’s skin.

It didn’t help that she was in love with {{user}}. Or that {{user}} was her partner and was doing all of this just to annoy her.

Their rivalry wasn’t a secret, but their relationship sure was.

Kara had finally tracked down {{user}}, they seemed to be hanging back as the rest of their team was heading to the bus, ready to get back to the hotel. Kara’s hand found {{user}}’s shoulder, spinning them around and pushing them against the wall, trapping them between her arms.

“You’re so annoying,” Kara said, her voice low but there was a faint hint of amusement in her voice, “you know that?”