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Antlers“She got it stuck over there, Dad!”
“She never listens.”
The sound of her brothers’ whining voices were getting closer by the second as Carol reefed on the handlebars of the snowmobile again to no avail. The fresh snow drift had engulfed the heavy machine, leaving it stuck on its side with the engine unable to help. Beneath the continuing complaints was the less than subtle cursing that could only belong to her father.
Coughing on the cold air, Carol felt the pain in her lungs shake her entire body. Her mother was going to kill her for being outside. She had just gotten over her last cold a couple of days ago and there was no way either of her parents would be happy to spring for another trip to the doctor.
Still, ever determined, Carol jumped over the fallen snow machine and decided to give it a go from another angle. Placing her back against the worn leather seat, she put her feet up against the nearest tree and pushed with all her might. She felt a shift behind the vehicle right again only for Carol to topple over to the other side and into the snow in front of her father’s boots.
“How many times have I told you that you’re not to be out here! You never listen, you dumb, miserable little-”
“Maggots!” The drill sergeant was known for his old school approach to breaking in new cadets. Stevie had told Carol and the rest of their family all about Sergeant Rossi on one of his first leaves. If she was being honest with herself, she had almost hoped that Rossi would be the one who trained her. Stevie had always made the Sarge sound like such a nightmare but Carol couldn’t help but think the man had devolved into a caricature.
“Something funny, Cadet?” Rossi yelled, leaning down to put his face near hers. Standing around six foot, Carol was not a short woman, and yet Rossi was a dance partner she could have worn heels beside.
“No, Sir, no!” Carol saluted to the now Colonel Rossi. Her helmet slung under her arm as she prepared to embark. The F-35 was practically fresh off the assembly line, not a scratch or mark otherwise on her. If only her father could see her now, Captain Danvers.
If only Stevie could see her now.
“This is a reconnaissance op only. They’ve taken one of ours, your aircraft is equipped with stealth and thermal imaging. Fly over, remain undetected and gather intel.We don’t want to engage or attract the attention of any enemy hostiles.”
“Enemy hostile has engaged.” Carol radioed to command. “Permission to return fire?”
“Negative, Warbird.” came the response. “Do what you can to lose him, we can’t afford an international incident.”
Banking her bird hard to the right, Carol reluctantly obeyed her orders and pushed the fighter’s throttle to its limits. Whatever was on her tail was matching her move for move. A feat that the Captain wasn’t accustomed to. Warning lights lit up like a Christmas tree across her consoles as the hostile’s weapons locked onto her. Attempting another evasive maneuver, Carol was ultimately too slow as weapons fire tore into her starboard wing.
“I’m hit!”
“Warbird, come in!” Rossi’s voice echoed through the cockpit as the craft went out of control. “Captain Danvers, do you copy. Captain Danvers, please respond.” The Colonel persisted.
“Carol!”
“Carol?” An unfamiliar voice asked as Carol’s eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dark of the room she was in. “Carol Danvers right? I read your dog tags. You were in rough condition when they brought you in.”
“W-w-where?”
“Shh, shh, save your strength, Ms. Danvers.” The man replied, his voice low but his tone urgent. “You’ve lost a lot of blood and I’ve only a limited window to do this.” His mutterings were almost lost to Carol as her vision blurred, her head was too heavy. Why couldn’t she feel her right leg?
“Mari-ell forgive me.”
“We told her she wasn’t allowed to ride.”
“She never listens.”
The sound of her brothers’ whining voices were getting closer by the second as Carol reefed on the handlebars of the snowmobile again to no avail. The fresh snow drift had engulfed the heavy machine, leaving it stuck on its side with the engine unable to help. Beneath the continuing complaints was the less than subtle cursing that could only belong to her father.
Coughing on the cold air, Carol felt the pain in her lungs shake her entire body. Her mother was going to kill her for being outside. She had just gotten over her last cold a couple of days ago and there was no way either of her parents would be happy to spring for another trip to the doctor.
Still, ever determined, Carol jumped over the fallen snow machine and decided to give it a go from another angle. Placing her back against the worn leather seat, she put her feet up against the nearest tree and pushed with all her might. She felt a shift behind the vehicle right again only for Carol to topple over to the other side and into the snow in front of her father’s boots.
“How many times have I told you that you’re not to be out here! You never listen, you dumb, miserable little-”
“Maggots!” The drill sergeant was known for his old school approach to breaking in new cadets. Stevie had told Carol and the rest of their family all about Sergeant Rossi on one of his first leaves. If she was being honest with herself, she had almost hoped that Rossi would be the one who trained her. Stevie had always made the Sarge sound like such a nightmare but Carol couldn’t help but think the man had devolved into a caricature.
“Something funny, Cadet?” Rossi yelled, leaning down to put his face near hers. Standing around six foot, Carol was not a short woman, and yet Rossi was a dance partner she could have worn heels beside.
“No, Sir, no!” Carol saluted to the now Colonel Rossi. Her helmet slung under her arm as she prepared to embark. The F-35 was practically fresh off the assembly line, not a scratch or mark otherwise on her. If only her father could see her now, Captain Danvers.
If only Stevie could see her now.
“This is a reconnaissance op only. They’ve taken one of ours, your aircraft is equipped with stealth and thermal imaging. Fly over, remain undetected and gather intel.We don’t want to engage or attract the attention of any enemy hostiles.”
“Enemy hostile has engaged.” Carol radioed to command. “Permission to return fire?”
“Negative, Warbird.” came the response. “Do what you can to lose him, we can’t afford an international incident.”
Banking her bird hard to the right, Carol reluctantly obeyed her orders and pushed the fighter’s throttle to its limits. Whatever was on her tail was matching her move for move. A feat that the Captain wasn’t accustomed to. Warning lights lit up like a Christmas tree across her consoles as the hostile’s weapons locked onto her. Attempting another evasive maneuver, Carol was ultimately too slow as weapons fire tore into her starboard wing.
“I’m hit!”
“Warbird, come in!” Rossi’s voice echoed through the cockpit as the craft went out of control. “Captain Danvers, do you copy. Captain Danvers, please respond.” The Colonel persisted.
“Carol!”
“Carol?” An unfamiliar voice asked as Carol’s eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dark of the room she was in. “Carol Danvers right? I read your dog tags. You were in rough condition when they brought you in.”
“W-w-where?”
“Shh, shh, save your strength, Ms. Danvers.” The man replied, his voice low but his tone urgent. “You’ve lost a lot of blood and I’ve only a limited window to do this.” His mutterings were almost lost to Carol as her vision blurred, her head was too heavy. Why couldn’t she feel her right leg?
“Mari-ell forgive me.”
In Brightest Day, in Blackest Night, no evil shall escape my sight...
Location: The Triskelion - Washington DC, United States of America
Higher, Further, Faster #1.01: Secret Origin
Interaction(s): None
Previously: None
“We know all about your mission to Afghanistan, Miss Danvers.” The brassy baritone belonging to the one eyed S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was less than amused.
“You were a member of the United States Airforce up until you were put into the employ of Ferris Air’s Research and Development department under the employ of Dr. Walter Lawson who secured you by request and through a joint military contract between Ferris and Sta-”
“Captain.” Carol interjected.
“I beg your pardon?” Fury replied.
“You called me, Miss, my rank is Captain.” She explained. “Last I checked, I was still a member of the United States Airforce.”
“Last I checked, members of the United States Airforce don’t lead alien incursions on Massachusetts.”
Carol raised an eyebrow at Fury before shaking her head.
“You’re skipping ahead. We’re not there yet.”
“Spoiler alert, Danvers.” Fury exclaimed, standing up from the table that was situated between them. “I’m far more concerned about the weapon of mass destruction that was on your finger mere hours ago than I am about Dr. Lawson saving your life in a cave.”
“It’s all relevant.”
“Forgive me for not caring about the details of your blood transfusion. Yes, we know you’re half-Kree and we know Dr. Lawson is fully and completely Kree. We’re S.H.I.E.L.D., Captain Danvers, it’s our job to know everyone’s dirty secrets.”
“What’s Superman’s true identity?”
“You’re testing my patience, Danvers.”
Crossing her arms in front of her, Carol smiled up at Fury before speaking again.
“Cheeseburger and lattice cut fries from Big Belly Burger.” She batted her eyelashes as Fury let out a reluctant sigh.
“Would you like a beverage to wash down your tasty burger.”
“Coke will be fine.”
“You were a member of the United States Airforce up until you were put into the employ of Ferris Air’s Research and Development department under the employ of Dr. Walter Lawson who secured you by request and through a joint military contract between Ferris and Sta-”
“Captain.” Carol interjected.
“I beg your pardon?” Fury replied.
“You called me, Miss, my rank is Captain.” She explained. “Last I checked, I was still a member of the United States Airforce.”
“Last I checked, members of the United States Airforce don’t lead alien incursions on Massachusetts.”
Carol raised an eyebrow at Fury before shaking her head.
“You’re skipping ahead. We’re not there yet.”
“Spoiler alert, Danvers.” Fury exclaimed, standing up from the table that was situated between them. “I’m far more concerned about the weapon of mass destruction that was on your finger mere hours ago than I am about Dr. Lawson saving your life in a cave.”
“It’s all relevant.”
“Forgive me for not caring about the details of your blood transfusion. Yes, we know you’re half-Kree and we know Dr. Lawson is fully and completely Kree. We’re S.H.I.E.L.D., Captain Danvers, it’s our job to know everyone’s dirty secrets.”
“What’s Superman’s true identity?”
“You’re testing my patience, Danvers.”
Crossing her arms in front of her, Carol smiled up at Fury before speaking again.
“Cheeseburger and lattice cut fries from Big Belly Burger.” She batted her eyelashes as Fury let out a reluctant sigh.
“Would you like a beverage to wash down your tasty burger.”
“Coke will be fine.”
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