id. carol danvers      /      captainmarvxl.
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   tasked with keeping a keen eye on the ongoings of đ€ đĄ đ đ đ , carol had once again, teamed herself with the newly reestablished s.Ê.ÉȘ.áŽ.Ê.Ꭰ. being briefed of what the organization asked of her, carol decided it was in her best interest to use their resources to aid in her own personal mission to clean up the galaxy and beyond.
   taking a break, carol sighed over a cup of black coffee, closing her eyes to inhale on the aroma before taking a long sip. â damnit â itâs cold. â annoyed further, she takes the tip of her finger on the surface and takes a moment to let her fingertips work their á”á”á”â±á¶ until the coffee was hot again. sensing another approach, carol đŻđčđđżđđČđ± out in a warning, â đđđ đđđđđ đđșđđ đđ đșđđđđœ â â looking up to the other as she finished testing the temperature of the drink, carolâs eyes đ đ¶ đ± đČ đ» đČ đ± . â â đșđđŸđđ ⊠ đđŸđđđ đŒđșđđđŸđ? â wait a secondâŠ
she does not intend to be noticed. the floors where once she strode in full confidence have become a maze of secrets, subterfuge that has left her wary. head down / gaze sliding past brickwork, glass and stone ( decades of accolades that ring false to her critical eye ), she moves quiet where once she commanded. it is not to her pleasure    some things were better left unsaid, and some faces were better left unseen. Â
    ( and in the spymasterâs lair, perhaps itâs too tall an order to go unnoticed ... but she did not build this web herself, just to get caught in its snare. )
the voice that calls her name is unfamiliar: there arenât many who know her name / can match it to her face. history is unkind to prior titans, and she has done her best to erase her steps ( as best she can, while still lurking in its depths. )  a pause, and a resignation    better to deal with it now.   â as charged. â  a glance, half-tossed over her shoulder: to her surprise, the face that greets her has its own mild familiarity.   â ah, i think  ... you might be captain danvers, isnât it? â
