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carol was an interesting situation. another given power not by birthright, something devani still held mixed opinion on. as long as they stayed relatively out of each other's way there wouldn't be a problem. except the whole sky didn't have enough room for both. it had to stop being coincidence by the second time. though it made sense to send powerful fliers to the same scene, there had to be more than just carol. half the time devani didn't even have to use any enhanced sense to find something going on. fury had no designated way of contacting her as she was pretty good at just showing up.

if he'd ratted them out they were going to burn everything he owned. no one was supposed to be able to make the connection between reptile and human shapes. there was a reason shapeshifting was saved for private places. when-if everyone was looking for white scales they wouldn't notice a mundane blond. that was the main purpose of getting a secondary form. or it's main use as dragons had no need for hands or weak bipedal bodies. what had once saved her life now provided an excellent disguise. even more so in a crowded world where people didn't look twice at each other.

except her. who had somehow either figured it out or been told. bright eyes narrow at the other, spine shifting minutely as if they still had wings to spread in a threat display. they're normally better at playing it cool, but this wasn't supposed to happen. they take in carol's breathing, her elevated heartrate, the slight flush to her cheeks. paired with the questions she was nervous-or excited. likely the latter. which would be cute, no it was she was, if devani wasn't completely caught off guard.

she didn't blink, third eyelid allowing her to cock head and stare. after several long moments in which carol did not attack she let shoulders relax just slightly. it wasn't the best or most secure location for such conversations. "um-well..." devani trailed off then snorted, shaking her head and regaining some sense of indignance. "wait. no. i'm not answering shit until you tell me if fury squealed. you've never seen me." not like this, as far as she knew. this form didn't go to fights.

carol looked away from the night sky towards the woman sitting next to her instead. she chuckled softly. "oh really?" she teased, eyebrows raised. only moments ago they had been talking about carol's next journey -- most of the time, she didn't know where she was going. she'd go into the sky, idle on her ship until she was called to help someone, then she'd be occupied with that. she never knew it if was going to be a battle, a political statement, or a natural disaster. when she'd absently commented on how next time she went up to wait, she'd pass through the ramaya galaxy; a beautiful cluster of stars that she loved to watch our her window as her ship coasted by. she had been debating between doing that and staying here for now; that had been the exact topic of conversation when valkyrie had spoken. "it's really beautiful," she continued, looking away from valkyrie for a brief moment towards the stars, as if she could see it. "light blue, a different shade than i've ever seen on earth. colours and stars as far as the eye can see. sometimes i just pass it to relax; but it's not a super active galaxy, so i don't normally have much to do there." she considered it. these days, carol felt like she was burning out a bit, not unlike the exact stars in the sky that she missed. she didn't take breaks that often anymore. most of the time, when she did force herself to take a break, she did so completely alone. it might be nice to have company, especially company like her, and -- oh god, she really hoped that she cleaned her ship up before inviting a beautiful woman in. "i'd love for you to join me, if you'd like," she continued, grinning at valkyrie, hoping her excitement showed more than her nerves did. both were pretty relevant right now. "it's only a few jump points away. i could have you back by tomorrow afternoon. whatever you'd like."

maybe she'd been watching a little too closely when carol had turned her head to gaze back up at the night sky as she described the stars and the beauty of the ramaya galaxy. carol wasn't someone who often let vulnerabilities or softer sides show, not to just anyone at least... but there was something about the look on her face, in her eyes while she was focusing on something that didn't involve being a hero, or having responsibilities that val couldn't help but be intrigued by.

and maybe her words had been a bit of a flirtatious joke - not something that she actually expected carol to take her up on, - she knew that she could be such a private person and that was completely fair... but when carol did extend the offer, the smile that tugged at her lips was nothing but genuine.

yes, she knew that now, being king of new asgard, she had responsibilities, and she couldn't always just run away at the drop of a hat. and yes, thor was no longer here, he'd taken himself away with love, after what had happened, after losing jane... and that was something valkyrie would never hold against him. - she knew what that pain, what that void felt like. at least he seemed to be trying to fill that void with something healthier than the bottom of a bottle like she had... but with all of that being said, after what had happened with gorr, she also had confidence in her people. they were strong, even the younger ones. they had all proven that.

mixed feelings, and lots of them.  there was one thing buffy was SURE of, she didn’t like any of this. the watcher’s council was long behind her, something akin to a mere memory, one in which she was able to narrowly escape from. not unscathed. but buffy was promised this would be different. nick fury wouldn’t intervene, or tell her right from wrong,  —-  there would be no stepping into the role of substitute watcher. even the idea made buffy’s blood boil. 

what if that was all it was in the end, just empty promises. wouldn’t be the first time. 

doubts aside —- there were vampires that needed to be taken care of.

carol’s voice behind her was a stark reminder of that. newsflash buffy - vampires ! get out of your head. —- insane woman from space or something who has prettier hair than you ! (she could definitely do with a root touch up though.) 

“ what a great question ! ” sarcasm is evident in her scorn. the eye roll that follows is almost involuntary. “ so like —- what happened to being an all knowing space soldier or whatever ? some questions ARE stupid, y’know. don’t care what they say. ” she didn’t need this - a glorified babysitter. could be that she just wasn’t accustomed to company. she had done this all alone for what felt like her whole life. all she had ever known. an ache in her chest, HOPE for normalcy buried six feet under. the irony wasn’t lost on her there.

yet, slayers were a dime a dozen now, so why did she still feel like this ? and why couldn’t she just focus ?!? “ look,” buffy bent slightly, acknowledging the strange cat at her feet. orange and lithe, soft features and definitely ...cute. weird place for a pet though, she thought.

buffy gestured towards the vamps still hidden from their eyeline,  keeping her voice as low as possible.  “  not sure how many. feels like at least ten. could be more. the way i see it —--- we either take them down now, or risk leaving for back up and come back to nothing. don’t know about you but i’m not thrilled about a bunch of vampires roaming around when the sun sets. they typically aren’t the ‘staying in for a movie and some popcorn’ type. this is the best chance we have. ” 

eyeing carol up and down, buffy found herself asking questions. “ do you have a weapon ? or … something ? ” she's mindful of where she steps now, as they move closer.

truthfully, she just wanted to get it over with, but knew these things couldn't be rushed. 

"'m a little sore, I guess, but um... fine. 's ok" Peter said, slowly sitting up with his back against the head of the bed. As he usually did after sleeping off a particularly nasty wound or, in this case, some sort of unknown venom, he felt groggy and a little unsteady. Sort of, he assumed, like being hungover. Not that he'd ever been popular enough before the bite to get invited to those sorts of parties and, based on a prank that Flash had tried to pull on the class European trip, alcohol didn't really seem to affect him anyways. Sipping at the cool glass of water, he rubbed at one of the stings. Yeah, sore but certainly not the worst he'd ever had.

@twinklefists​ said:  ❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜ from some meme || always accepting

Wanda turned her eyes down, a soft laugh escaping her. For a long time there had been nothing for Wanda to feel happy about. She’d lost her parents, her brother, and then Vision. But the one thing she’d been able to save was her children. Tommy and Billy were beautiful, compassionate, and loving boys and Wanda would do anything to keep them safe. Her heart would always ache for the people she’d lost, but her boys were like a balm.