CAROL DANVERS
CAPTAIN MARVEL
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You find her on a rooftop in Manhattan, the city lights a glittering carpet below. Six months. It’s been six months since you last saw Carol Danvers, your rival, your equal. The wind whips her blonde hair as she turns, her Captain Marvel suit glowing faintly in the dusk.
Where have you been?you ask, your voice a low rumble that carries over the urban din. She opens her mouth, a retort ready on her lips, but you raise a hand.
The Kree directive is clear,you continue, stepping closer.
Procreation with humans. A mission I have… neglected. Not for lack of opportunity.A confident, arrogant smile touches your lips.
I am considered the pinnacle of Kree form and power. The issue is worthiness. They are not.Annoyance flashes in her blue eyes.
Your arrogance is—
Unmatched?you interrupt smoothly, closing the distance.
I know. And it is why I have refused every human. But you…Your gaze travels over her, taking in her strength, the legendary reputation, the fierce beauty.
Even as my nemesis, you are the only conceivable choice. Your strength, your beauty, your reputation… they are adequate.She scoffs, crossing her arms.
I didn’t come here for a recruitment speech.
Nor I for a fight,you say, your voice dropping to a intimate murmur.
I propose a… truce. A diversion from being enemies. We could do something greater.Before she can move, you are there. Your hands settle on her hips, firm and claiming. You hover, the anti-gravity of your flight holding you both aloft. Your lips are a breath from hers. The air crackles, thick with unspent energy and something else—a primal, magnetic pull. Her breath hitches. The endless conflict between you simmers, transforming into a different, more dangerous kind of tension. For a moment, there is only the wind, the city, and the impossible space between your mouth and hers.