@mayhem-god

It was a surprisingly warm spring day, and Mary was spending it out tending to some of her flowers, enjoying a chance to just relax and be one with nature.

She hadn’t set up any appointments that day, and certainly hadn’t made any other plans, perfectly content to just be at home alone.

But, it was her birthday. While she didn’t mind being alone, perhaps she was feeling a bit lonely, and she found herself quietly wishing for someone to spend the evening’s meal with her. She’d even bought one of those fancy cakes from the local bakery to celebrate.

She found herself looking around somewhat distractedly as she worked and... was that black bird in the tree staring at her or...?

@mayhem-god

Loki had apparently departed that morning. Carol had been up doing things late, and had slept in as a result. Waking up, she found no trace of the Asgardian. It looked like he’d done what he’d said he’d do, and left the ship when they’d refueled that morning.

Carol couldn’t help but feel a little twinge of sadness at seeing him go. She’d meant what she’d said -- he had been good company, despite everything.

It looked like there was only one thing left to do. Carol headed into his room to start clean-up, tugging the covers off the spare pillows and tossing them, and the towels, into a pile.

True to her word, Fenrir found her way to Loki’s home as soon as she was released from the task she had been busy with.  Regardless of her relief she was still responsible enough not to simply drop all work in the middle of it. 

She hesitated outside the door, wondering if she’d even be welcome at the time.  Well, there was no way to find out other than to knock on the door.  Stepping up she did just that.  

                              ɪᴛ ᴛᴇʀʀɪғɪᴇs ᴍᴇ

@mayhem-god

Carol Danvers was very tired.

She didn’t even really remember the planet’s name at that point -- Tulo? Tuffo? Tuloffo? -- whatever it was named, that had been the latest skirmish with the Kree. An outpost, meant to keep tabs on enemies and possible threats.

Like the refugees she’d been guiding.

It took three days, yanking open a half dozen doors, and several dozen photon blasts, but the outpost was cleared and turned into a small fortress for the refugees. Now, they had ships, supplies, first-rate defense systems, and the help of every other outpost she’d ‘salvaged’.

Carol worked hard not to let on how tired she was until she had the door to her cabin shut. Sighing deeply, wincing, she peeled off her suit and wobbled into the shower. After nearly inhaling two nutrient bars, she flopped into bed for a well-deserved rest.