#kreeborn

“Lower the weapon.” Pash-Kel said as he snuck onto his brother and their prisoner, evening the playing field. They were in Mar-Vells lab and Yon-Rogg and his team was endangering the women and children hiding out there. 

“Traitor.” Someone hissed at him.

She had been married to the king for almost a year now and so far no child has come from the union. Her only luck was that in that time her husband, the king, had been busy with war and hadn’t been too bothered that neither his young wife, or any of the mistresses had missed their course. But, given that her predecessor had been disposed of for the lack of a child, Lynn knew she had to have a child.

Just as she was getting desperate, almost willing to go to a witch, something changed. Her husbands oldest son, a bastard son, returned to court. He was, in lack of another son, acknowledged, but would be penniless, if his father hadn’t given him land and title. For what, Lynn didn’t know. She just knew they were civil, her husband being hard on his son, as he was on his daughters and wives. Lynn was the third of them, around the age of the son, only a few years younger.

She felt the shock when he rode into the courtyard of the castle. He was the spitting image of his father, except for the color of his eyes. Now she knew why her husband could not deny him. He was literally a copy of his father. A copy...whose child might look like his fathers child... If he was more fertile than his father.... a plan hatched in her head.

In the evening, as her husband had ridden out for a week-long journey she asked her most trusted Lady in Waiting to invite the kings son to a private dinner in her privy chamber after dark.

      Arms folded across her chest, she shoots him her usual cocky smirk as she arches an eyebrow. “Come on. You know you wanna,” She playfully bounces on her toes, bringing her fists up. “Hit me.”

With a start Carol woke up again. She had long since stopped waking up violently. Instead she stayed in bed for another moment, before carefully detangling herself from her partner to let him at least wake up slowly. She went to the window. It reacted to her and let the outside in for a little as she tried to stop shaking.

Tony stared outside, a mixture of horror and surprise on his face and yet he was laughing. He knew it might look completely nuts to Nebular, but it was just his luck to encounter aliens now. They could be enemies. He didn’t even get to starve in peace. He sighed as they put lights out on him. And then there was the fact that Nebula was flipping her shit, whispering about some Lord of the Rings tribe or something. Rohan or whatever as she tried to get the fried ship to fire up.

"Of course I can." He may have jumped the gun but an opportunity like this wasn't something that came up all that often. His own training was good but it could be better. And he was determined to use this time with the other to improve as much as he could. Especially with the life he'd chosen getting more and more dangerous. "Sorry. Guess I'm just used to training to be more like a battle and spur of the moment. Trust me, though. I can keep up with whatever you can throw at me."

“I won’t be the Supreme Intelligence’s toy to be plucked apart.“ He held out his hands to either side, blades forming from his armor. A rather similar armor to what the kree warriors used. With some key improvements of his own design. “I’m no ones science experiment.“