"If you need to know... I'm trying to save the world."

I'm Carol Danvers, but you probably know me as the superhuman Kree warrior, Ms. Marvel, and right now... Proud to say, still an Avenger. A wise man once told me, "Once an Avenger, always an Avenger." The wise man was Steve, of course.

I have a cat named Chewie (Yes, I'm a nerd. She honestly looks like Chewbacca though) and I'm not gonna lie, I'm a food junkie. If you wanted to know more about me, feel free to check out my files

I've been through a lot in my life, from fighting off a Skrull invasion to a little bit of getting myself killed here and there, but I've always got time for a chat if you're up for it.

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FLAME ON!!: //Assembly//

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iron-liver:

Tony stalked into the War Room in Avengers Tower with his arm full of paperwork, hastily shoved into a manilla folder. He wanted to be sure everyone had arrived and dealt with smalltalk before he got in, he was in no mood for interruption.

“Gentlemen. Ladies. I’ve called you here…

Peter, who had been spending most of the meeting trying to get his emotions under control, turned when Johnny placed a hand on his shoulder. It shouldn’t have surprised him that Johnny was willing to help him out, but the fact that he was willing to go as far as risking death spoke volumes to him. Slowly he walked up to the head of the table, the gold and red shining under the fluorescent lights. It was a rare thing for Peter to speak up like this, but this was something that he had partially initiated. Because of this, he felt it necessary to explain himself to the team. 

“Guys…..” He began, swallowing the massive lump in his throat. He had to keep his emotions under control, and it was becoming harder now that he was facing the entire team. “I feel like I dragged you into this. I was so freaked out when Clint died, and then when I found out HOW he died, it was just the last straw for me. I was so filled with hate that I wanted to kill Loki, and even Tony. But it’s because you guys cared enough to wonder what I was doing that I’m here with you instead of out there committing some kind of unspeakable horror. I’ll be honest, I haven’t felt that much hate since the symbiote, and I don’t want to repeat that.” 

He paused, crafting his words carefully before he continued on. “Clint was my mentor here with the Avengers. He was the one who put me through training, and I want nothing more than to avenge his death and make Loki suffer. I can’t do that alone. Last time I did something like that, I killed a man for a crime he didn’t commit.” He said, turning his gaze to Steve now. “You were a hero to my Uncle Ben. I want to see that hero in action, and I would be honored to hear anything you have to say.”

His blue eyes glisten a little as he listens to Peter speak from the heart.  Above all else that’s one of the things next to his unbreakable optimism that he appreciated about ‘Pete, he…much like Steve, was just a good, honest person inside.  The last few months have been rough on Captain Rogers, dealing with suddenly awakening in the modern era, the feeling of alienation, the missing hours from his life, the loss of old friends, and the all out battle he had with a man he still calls his best friend.  His eyes have always told a story, one of stern determination and unwavering loyalty to what he believes in, but there has always been a sorrow hiding within them ever since his arrival in the time of The Avengers.  Losing a friend is never easy, not even for a soldier…not even for a super soldier. Clint Barton had always had glaring personality differences when it came to Steve, but they still got along and confided in one another.  Clint had taken him around NYC one weekend, with no ulterior motive but just to be a good friend to him, so he wouldn’t feel as lonely as he often does.  Steve was always willing to give him training and tactical advice as well, and fairly often, he learned some things right back from Clint.  He now worries he may never get to do any of these things again.  Yet another part of him is missing.

“Thank you, Peter.  Well—” he seems to struggle with his words at this very moment, much the same.  ”I felt a lot of what you felt.  I was angry.  At the world.  I was angry enough with Loki to begin planning an all out invasion of Asgard in response, but I quickly realized the repercussions of what that could mean for us, and the rest of the world, to be so hasty and foolish.  If we have learned anything, I hope that it is simply: We do need to unify.  Separate egos and pride.  Think and re-think our actions before we go rushing out there trying to seek blood for blood.  At this very moment, I will confess that I am still trying to figure out a way that we can fight our enemy.  But I continuously run into a wall on the “how” aspect of just about every battle plan.  This guy does outright malicious and wicked things just for a giggle as far as I can tell, and we know damn well he can alter our reality to his liking.  Even going as far as invading our minds as we sleep.  I thought the visions he subjected me to were something I would never forgive him for.  But his involvement in the slaying of one of my brothers…THAT is truly something I will never forgive him for.”

His hands begin to shake, he’s visibly leaned against the table, a snarl crossing his face, but he realizes he’s allowing himself to get angry once more.  That’s not where he needs to be.  He takes a moment to breathe and regain composure.  ”I guess what I’m trying to say is, for the moment, we have the right idea.  One of us may not be able to come up with anything to solve this problem.  But all of us as a cohesive unit, I certainly believe we have the brains and the willpower to get the job done.  We all need to lean on one another in this time.”

Carol watches in silence as her teammates, her friends take their turns in saying their piece. Watching it, it made her feel a strong sense of pride in the Avengers. This is what they were. They were a team, the worked together. But foremost, they were a family, and that’s what truly showed here, right now, in this room. It would have made Carol feel so warm, it would have been so gratifying… If she still didn’t have that sinking feeling, knowing there was one of them missing here today. Someone wasn’t saying their part. Someone wasn’t sitting right where he should have been sitting. Someone’s witty banter had been silenced…

But as she had promised herself, she would look past that for now to keep herself together. She was still a warrior, and this was a mission briefing. There was no room for tears, as it would only make everyone feel worse. That’s what she told herself as she clasped her hands together in front of her, determined to keep her voice level and calm.

“To be quite honest with you all. I’m not as sure what’s going on here as most of you. But it seems this Loki is the cause of what’s happened. I know we’re all grieving over the loss of Clint, and I know we all want to get some form of revenge on him. But, as I said to Peter not too long ago… We can’t let revenge overwhelm us in battle. I think before we head out there, we need to make sure we’re all ready for the oncoming fight. We need to be sure that someone’s not going to end up making a possibly fatal mistake just because their emotions got the better of them. We’re Avengers. We avenge. But we don’t feed on revenge, and we don’t let it control our actions.” Carol scans the room, glancing at every one of her teammates. Some, her glance lingered on more than others, some that she knew would be burning for revenge. Then, she closes her eyes for a moment, knowing that she too was one of them. “… What I’m saying, is that I think we need to keep in mind that it’s important to make sure we’ve come to terms with what’s happened a little before jumping into the fight all emotional.”

“And as for battle plans and ideas…” Carol leans back into her chair, her hands pulling her blonde hair back and then rubbing her forehead, before waving in the air as a gesture with her words. “I’ve got nothing. I’d say we obviously can’t just go in there with the plan of hitting him fast and hard, which, to be honest, is always one of my favourite plans. But I think we all know it won’t work here. He’s deceitful and cunning, and we’re going to have to put some serious thought into it before we decide on anything. We don’t want to lose anyone else. Hopefully… Hopefully Thor might give us some pointers. Maybe a weakness? I don’t know. I don’t know yet.”