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so, carol was not having the time of her life.
she had been in the middle of helping a family in dervani when she heard shouts coming from the forest floor. she flew down, curious, and was met with the sight of people sprinting through trees to reach their loved ones. it took her a moment to figure out what was going on before it dawned on her. there were a lot more people around her than there had been about two minutes ago.
some might even say double.
she raced as fast as she could to earth, because, knowing tony stark, that was where the chaos was. ripping through an entire fucking ship wasn’t particularly painful, but her panic at seeing a skinny sixteen year old kid carrying all six infinity stones definitely gave her a heart attack.
carol landed heavily in front of him, and at this point she was certain that he had some sort of superpower because there was no way that a kid trembling this hard wouldn’t have fallen over already (not to mention the spider insignia seemed like a dead giveaway for an avenger).
‘hi, i-i’m peter p-p-parker’ he stuttered out, half from exertion and half from fear, and she smiled down at him, trying to ignore the fact that she had just raced halfway across the universe.
‘hey, peter parker. you got something for me?’ she grinned, trying to calm her racing heart. they were only at the very beginning of the battle, now was definitely not the time to let her emotions get the best of her. carol shuddered as she grasped the gauntlet, smiling at peter once more.
‘i don’t know how you’re gonna get through all that’ he picked himself up and brushed the dust off his legs. carol was about to ask herself the same thing when she heard the witch and okoye say,
‘don’t worry, she’s got help.’ she turned around to find the various women in the avengers surrounding her, including the witch, potts, and -
a really beautiful woman on a winged horse. despite the circumstances, she gaped for a moment. carol caught her eye and froze. the woman smirked and winked at her before rearing her horse. after a very long couple of seconds, carol snapped out of it and lifted off the ground. together, they charged forward, ripping through thanos’ soldiers.
carol couldn’t help but keep her eyes on the horse-riding woman. there was something about her that she couldn’t quite place. on one hand, she was riding a horse like some sort of fairy princess (god knows she had the looks of a mythical being). on the other hand, carol had just seen her rip open a metal snake with a ten-foot long sword, screaming various expletives the entire time. so, yeah, this mystery woman was really hot.
it wasn’t until everything was over that she calmed down enough to stop the ringing in her ears. all thoughts of the beautiful sword-wielding woman left her mind once she laid eyes on thanos. if her time with the kree had taught her anything, it was how to control her emotions, but seeing the titan almost threw all of that out of the window. who did he think he was, bringing suffering to so many people simply because he believed it was his mission in life?
at the moment, carol was camped out by the shore of the now-empty lake, pretending to look at the sunset to get a moment of peace. unsurprisingly, a camp full of egotistical superheros from across the galaxy was very, very loud and very, very filled with testosterone. carol was lost in her thoughts when a voice startled her out of it.
‘so, you’re the captain marvel everyone’s been talking about, huh?’ carol whirled around, cursing herself for getting caught off guard, and was completely unprepared for the beautiful face that awaited her. her mouth dropped open a little bit as she got her first good look at the mysterious warrior from earlier.
the woman’s long hair was tied up in some sort of complicated braid-bun affair that made carol thank god for her short hair. she was wearing a sort of blue and silver armor that carol hadn’t seen before, and her accent sounded british. the woman looked to be in the same shape carol was: covered in blood, black and red, as well as dirt, dust, and singe marks.
finally, carol realized that she had been staring for too long to be polite, on earth or anywhere else, and managed to school her features into a sort of tired-smirk-smile that she hoped looked inviting and did not make her look like an idiot.
‘that’s me,’ she said, ‘just to clarify, you are the one with the flying horse?’ the woman laughed before holding out her hand.
‘my name’s brunhilde, but you can call me val. and yes, i was the one on the pegasus. his name’s aragorn, in case you ever meet him. he won’t respond to anything else,’ the woman paused for a moment, dark eyes assessing carol, before continuing. ‘should i call captain marvel, or have you got a name?”
it was carols turn to laugh, running her hand through her hair in an almost self-conscious way. of course she wasn’t trying to impress brunhilde, but it wouldn’t hurt for her to make a good impression - to keep up appearances as captain marvel, obviously. carol took the warrior’s hand, and she could have sworn she felt a current run through their joined hands before she dropped it and responded,
‘you can call me carol’.
‘well, carol, would you mind if i sat down? my ass is killing me, and i’ve got two bottles of hard asgardian liquor that have my name written all over them’. carol smiled and said,
‘of course, brunhilde-’
‘-val’
‘...val, i’d be happy to let you sit with me, but only if you share some of this asgardian liquor you prize so highly’.
[tl;dr they got super drunk and fucked in the back of val’s ship]