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HOUSE #1470
mayo ✧ little shit ✧ loving daughter







 "You've reached Carol Danvers, aka Captain Marvel. I'm not here, leave a message!

If it's urgent... uh. Leave it urgently."


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[badbreak]

[completely involuntarily, the boy lets out a long, hard sigh, more suited to someone twice his age]

[and he sinks until the feet attached to his stupidly growing legs smack the other side of the tub]

[he wants to shove his face under the water, but then he'll have to redo the bandages, and the stitches always itch more when they're fucking wet]

[it's always choices (they'd talked about those once before, and it hadn't gone so well; maybe Carol didn't have any choices, either)]

[whizbangs]

[and she's on the other side of the door sighing as well, wondering how the hell they keep ending up here.

what the hell kind of hero is she if she can't even manage to salvage this?

carol scrunches her eyes closed, opens them, studies the ceiling. she feels all fits and starts, unsure of herself in a way she's never really been before. not for a long time, anyway.

in the end, she goes downstairs and puts on a pot of coffee. that's most of what she's good for lately.]