Embracing the feeling.
Have you ever wandered where was Carol Danvers before the snap and in between the endgame? I have, and I imagined a story worth your time.
Chapter I
“People always seem to think of me as insensitive and heartless, having some kind of lack of interest in such things. It is true actually, well, not so true, you see I care. I’m a really caring person but I can’t show it.”
“And how does that make you feel?”
“Weak.”
The window is open, letting a summer breeze entering inside the small room. The walls were colored blue and white, like those wooden beach cabins near the sea, except they were thousand and thousand light years away from that sea. She missed that.
“And I know the ‘love isn’t a weakness’ speech, but not being able to express it makes me feel weak.”
“Are you in love miss Danvers?”
A hint of embarrassment hit Carol like nothing before, and she faced a lot in her life.
Her mind got blank. All of a sudden she could smell brackish, sunscreen and vanilla. Carol found herself laying on the sand smiling and facing the sundown as a girl sat next to her and Carol placed her hand around her neck as she whispered something in her ear.
“Miss Danvers, are you in love?” Asked again the therapist.
“I could.” Carol answered.
“But you won’t.” Finished the man.
“What’s your name again?”
“Ishtaar” answered the man.
"Listen Ishtaar” began the Captain. “It’s not that I don’t want it, I can’t. Do you even know how your planet is still intact? Or the universe?” She stopped waiting for an answer. She was so angry at him. “Because of me. I keep it balanced. Sometimes I fail sometimes I don’t, but still I’m here fighting.” She paused again just to see Ishtaar face, and also to calm down. “I’ve sacrificed my heart to keep the universe balanced and to maintain peace between worlds. I asked for your help because I have a feeling inside my heart that something is wrong and I’m getting weaker.”
"Carol I understand your anger but, don’t you think it’s time to face the reality?” He paused. “Don’t you think she deserves to know and to choose?”
“I guess.” She answered.
Ishtaar got up and showed the door to Carol. “Go to her."
She followed his lead and got outside, she turned to him.
"Her. How do you know?”
He gave her “the look”, and she smiled back. She was going home.