This Warrior || Carol & Tony
“I’ll be back soon Sir. Right after I blow out all of my vacation days.”
“Need I remind you Danvers, that you were sent to Chicago because New York was considered an unstable environment for you?”
“No.”
Carol hung up the phone. It took every ounce of self-control she had not to hurl the damn thing out a window. There was going to be hell to pay for ending the call, but she had enough issues without people reminding her of the public ones.
Failed psych evaluation her ass. “I’m not crazy,” the blonde muttered, glaring at her cell phone like it was the cause of all her problems. “I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I am not crazy.”
She needed a walk. Or maybe a run. Fresh air. Just something to clear her head. Man she missed flying… No. That was ridiculous Carol. There was no fresh air in a stuffy cockpit, when you’re breathing through a mask. Plane air tasted like shit. But she kept having all these wonderful dreams, where she was flying. Not like normal, not in a plane, but for real flying, just her and the sky, nothing holding her up but air… Carol pressed a palm to her forehead, gritting her teeth as her head started throbbing.
“Don’t blackout Danvers. Don’t blackout don’t you dare.” This was happening often enough, Carol was starting to figure out how it started. First, some crazy invisible axman showed up and split her head in two. Then she woke up, somewhere random, hours later.
Ok, the axman probably wasn’t real. But seriously, who knew anymore.
“Don’t black…” The hand that had been gripping her head fell to the side, just as the cell phone fell from the other, forgotten on the floor. Even her face, scrunched up in pain just a moment ago, went slack, expressionless, eyes dulled as the transformation took place. Golden rings appeared around her body, a minor molecular transfer that transformed the simple jeans and t-shirt she’d been wearing into something quite different. A black leotard, with a golden lightning bolt emblazoned on the chest, and a crimson sash around her waist, trailing behind her.
Carol Danvers was gone. Only a Warrior remained.
The transformation completed with the formation of a simple black mask covering the woman’s eyes. The Warrior felt it was appropriate. She had no idea who she was either.
Her head tilted slightly to the side, a quizzical gaze examining the room she found herself in. But the Warrior didn’t bother to look around. This was a human’s life, and she knew she was not human. As such, the Warrior left, moving to the closest window, slipping outside, and shooting up into the sky.
She only ever felt at peace when she was flying. Her and the sky, nothing holding her up but air.
The Warrior should have just kept flying, up and up and up, until she broke the atmosphere of this planet and just kept going, searching for her home world. But she could never bring herself to do it. Instead, she stayed close to the ground, and she protected the humans. She needed to do it, had to do it, though the Warrior had no idea why.
Stop a mugging in one alley, then a home invasion a couple of blocks over, the list went on. Whenever the Warrior was awake, she helped the people around her.
Today, it was a bank robbery. It was impossible to miss, with all the cars racing towards it, sirens blaring. But the law enforcers didn’t dare enter, while the Warrior had no such qualms. She went in through the roof, then went after every man with a gun. This would be over quickly.
