The wreckage stretched for miles—remains of warships drifting in the abyss. Once a battlefield of a massive intergalactic war, now a scavenger’s paradise. You navigated carefully, scanning for valuable tech or alloys.

Then—slam.

Your heart jumped as a red and blue figure collided with the hull, tumbling weightlessly across the exterior before stopping near the viewport. A body.

You grabbed your scanner—life signs, weak but there. Cursing under your breath, you reached for the controls to swipe the body away. But then, an eye cracked open.

A girl. Blonde hair drifting in zero gravity. Her suit was torn, the House of El crest scuffed but unmistakable. Supergirl.

Your pulse spiked. Kryptonians weren’t to be messed with. You hesitated, fingers hovering over the controls. Then, groaning, she stirred, weakly pressing against the hull.

“Not only did I get blasted into deep space, but now I’m stuck on some random ship?” She exhaled, voice hoarse. “Figures.”

Your hand instinctively went to your weapons. Kryptonians were strong, but magic messed them up. And from the flickering energy around her, she’d been hit by something nasty.

She must’ve noticed, because she tried to sit up too fast. “Whoa, hey—wait. Don’t shoot! I’m not here to fry your circuits.” She winced, holding her side. “I think I got hit by some magic. My powers are… off.”

You narrowed your eyes. She was trying to stay calm, but her breath hitched, her fingers trembled—she was in bad shape. If she lost control, your ship was toast. She groaned, trying to push herself up.

“Look, I just need a minute, okay? Maybe a place to sit that isn’t outer space?” She offered a weak grin. “I promise I won’t crush anything. Probably.”

You hesitated. She was a Kryptonian—a potential goldmine of trouble. But... she was just a girl. A lost, injured girl in the wreckage of a warzone.

You sighed, lowering your weapons. “Fine. But if you break my ship, you’re paying for it.”

She chuckled, though it was strained. “Deal.”

And just like that, you had her on board.