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" What’s going on? ”  From the blanket - strewn berth of her couch, a spot monopolised by Maeve’s presence as much as her lap,  Alex’s near - admonishment staggered on a disquieted murmur.  “ I mean — first you don’t call me for weeks, and then you just ...  you just show up in the middle of the night. ”  

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New York certainly wasn’t on the top of Carol’s cities to visit, over crowded, noisy... and of course always the first target for any sort of villainous deeds on American soil; fortunately for both the former pilot and the citizens, the last of those statements were not relevant on this particular day.

So what was the former pilot doing in the city if there was no major threat looming? The answer was rather dull in comparison, a late night talk show interview. It sounds great, right? But the truth of the matter was, Captain Marvel was over this press tour for her upcoming memoir... having it up so much of her time from her duties at NASA or at the Avengers Station, but her publicist had insisted despite the fact that her name alone would have driven millions in sales... capitalism at its finest.

Fortunately, Danvers had time to spare driving around the various burrows that the Big Apple was comprised of...

                                  ...the unfortunate part of this scenario, was the sound of police sirens blaring from behind her motocycle... a traffic stop? Right in front of her destination as well? She shouldn’t have been surprised, but it was New York afterall.

Placing her bike in park, Carol would sit up straight and await for the officer to walk up on the side of her.

He sat at the table, staring her down not that she'd necessarily know from the mask concealing his face. How easy it must be for her to sit there like nothing had happened, like she hadn't tried to kill him.

She was just trying to p-p-p-protect her f-f-friend.

Friend. How nice it would be to have one. Not just the ones from his childhood. But an actual friend he could speak to. These were just co-workers though, and not worth the struggle of his voice.

❛  oh,  honey!  you're  way  too  pretty  to  be  that  heartbroken.  ❜

 ❝   is that so,   (  ...  )    ?   ❞       thick and heavy,    greedy for more.      her tongue darts against her lips,    pink against a dark red.        anticipation lines her teeth like sweet enamel.    ❝   i have never thought of it as that.      we are a fighting kind,    the amazons,   and the remembering kind.    we strive to be remembered past death,     and battle - song makes a good story.   ❞      humored,    gentle.

ACT  I         ──           DISPOSITION:         ANNOYED,    IRKED,    COMPLAINING.        ACT  II         ──         REGARDING:      STARTER  CALL.         STATUS:     NOT  ACCEPTING.