You were created with your fate written in the stars, with your destiny scrawled in the oceans, you were created to yell until your voice is hoarse and laugh until your stomach hurts and fight until every muscle in your body begs for a rest but you were created to quiet them and keep fighting. You were not made to be perfect. Stop acting like you have to be.
INDEPENDENT / SELECTIVE / OC FRIENDLY CAROL DANVERS from MARVELS, written by Seven
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Full Name: Carol Susan Jane Danvers Alias: Ace, Binary, Black Widow, Catherine Donovan,Carol Daniels, Captain Whiz Bang, Cheeseburger, Karolya Danilovska, Linda Danvers, Major Danvers,Ms. Marvel, Warbird, Venom Place of birth: Boston, Massachusetts Gender: Female Height: 5' 11" Weight: 124 lbs (56 kg) Eyes: Blue Hair: Blonde
History
Carol Danvers grew up as the oldest child of three in a traditional Boston home, with a contractor father who believed in the merits of hard work. When he built their Cape Cod summer home, Carol insisted on working as hard as her two younger brothers, trying to make equal in her father’s eyes. A voracious reader, she dreamed of becoming an astronaut and traveling to distant planets; as a teen she even hitchhiked to Cape Canaveral to view a launch there.
Her father however, could not accept women as men’s equals, and when financial troubles meant he could only send one child to college, he chose middle child Steve despite Carol’s superior grades. Carol graduated from high school first in her class and took a sales job. She turned 18 just a few months later, and the following day she turned her back on her father and joined the Air Force, intending to be a pilot and to get a college degree via the military. Her brother Steve’s death in military action would eventually draw Carol back to her family, but she still never felt truly accepted by her father.
She quickly rose to the top of her Air Force class and was recruited into military intelligence (Special Operations) and trained as a spy. She accomplished many different missions and worked with other figures such as Logan (later Wolverine) and Benjamin Grimm (later the Thing), while oppressing others such as Victor Creed (later Sabretooth), and Natalia Shostakova (later the Black Widow).
NASA eventually requested her for an open position as head of security which she accepted, resigning from the Air Force bumping her to full Colonel at retirement. Becoming the youngest security captain in NASA’s history, she became embroiled in the schemes of the interstellar alien Kree Empire. It was during this time that she met and eventually befriended the Kree soldier Mar-Vell whose enemies would soon be responsible for her future transformation. The next few months were disastrous as she was kidnapped by the alien robotic intelligence Cyberex and then hospitalized by a controlled Iron Man who attacked the Cape.The alien Yon-Rogg then kidnapped her while she was still concussed and eventually battled Mar-Vell. During this battle, Carol was knocked into a damaged Kree Psyche-Magnitron, a powerful device which could turn imagination into reality. Carol’s genetic structure was altered effectively making her a half-Kree superhuman. She was unaware of this change for months.
Her successful career at NASA was severely damaged because of these recent events. Due to her continued inability to control superhuman incursions, she was removed and reassigned to a minor NASA facility near Chicago. Even this did not last as Carol was demoted to a mere security guard and returned to Cape Canaveral after the superhuman Nitro had raided the base. Due to her plummeting career, she resigned from NASA.
Now living off an accumulated salary, Carol wrote an angry tell-all expose on NASA, burning many bridges. The best selling book briefly made Carol a celebrity and she began working as an editor for Woman Magazine, a publication owned by the Daily Bugle. However, she developed a dual personality due to the Psyche-Magnitron’s alterations. She would black out and become a Kree warrior, instantaneously donning a costume in which the Psyche-Magnitron had created for her to ease her body’s changes.
She continued to experience these blackouts, but they did not stop her from pursuing her career as a writer and editor. She took the name Ms. Marvel after Mar-Vell. Her fragmented mind eventually recovered with the help and treatments of the extradimensional Hecate and the Kree Ronan the Accuser. She established herself as one of New York’s premiere superheroes working with Spider-Man, the Defenders, and the Avengers.
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Peter gives her a look of yeah right, though glancing down at himself. His expression creasing when realizing she was right. His jets had shorted out. Though it would seem the moment he noticed he’d fall. Luckily he was only a few feet off the ground. He lands easily enough, staggering only slightly. “ Whoa. ” he steadies himself, obviously confuses. A tingle in his finger tips. He lifts them, light sparks for only a second. “ No way… ” it was impossible, wasn’t it? Ego had said if he died then so did Peter’s powers. He shakes his hands, the spark diminishing as a result.
He was obviously surprised and skeptical when she mentioned it. Of course, the fight hadn’t stopped simply because they discovered he could fly. The hulking figure that had thrown Peter started their way but Carol shot a blast at it, taking it out before landing. Their sector seemed to have calmed down for the time being, which was good. She watched the spark of energy at his fingertips appear and fade out when he shook his hands. With a smirk she nudged him. “You’ve been holding out on me.”It was a poor attempt to diffuse the tension, but she honestly didn’t know what else to say.
“ I’m fine! ” he calls out to her whist slowly climbing to his feet. “ I got this! ” he adds stubbornly. Again, maybe he didn’t have super powers. So what? He could still stand his own. That being until his ankle is grabbed from the ground. Brows knit together instantly, and just as quickly his eyes are as wide as saucers. He’s thrown again. Barely managing to activate his boots in time so not to make impact with the ground again. Though upon straightening himself mid air, a pulse of energy escapes his body. Like a gust of wind, the dirt below him swirling up. Not quite in the pattern his jets would have caused. Though he doesn’t seem to notice it himself.
Stubborn man. She was about to fly over there anyway because she knew he would ask for help and panicked a bit as he’s thrown. Carol takes off to try and catch him but stops when his boots activate but — the energy surges around him and something is definitely different. Where had this power come from? Flying over she hovers beside him. “Uh, Peter?” Her hand reaches out but she doesn’t touch him. “You’re flying on your own…like without the boots.”
Peter takes out quite a few of the enemy forces before one of the bigger slams him out of the air, the outlaw flung a good few yards out. He hits the ground, body like a rag doll as he skids against the dirt and rocks. Once finally halting he’s rolling onto his back with a low groan. A few voices blaring through the com in his ear. He assumes a few of the others had seen his unfortunate accident and were wanting to make sure he was okay. Though all he heard was static. No surprise the small piece of tech would be damaged after that. Another shift, rolling onto his side and slowly moving to get up. Loud stopping catches his attention and he’s slowly glancing up, squinting. The beasty that had hit him out of the air was now barreling toward him. “ come’on… seriously? ” jets ignite and he’s throwing himself forward “ YEE’HA MOTHER FU- ”, using his entire body as a battering ram and slamming into the thing, sending it to the ground. Though rattling himself a second time.
The battle got a bit more a bit more intense than she had expected. The enemy tried to overwhelm her when Peter and her separated and during that time she’d lost sight of him. Letting out a wave of energy she pushed the group around her backward and started picking them off one by one with her photon blasts. It was then that she heard the yell. Yee’ha? Turning around she watched Peter hurl himself into an enemy and let out a sigh. He was going to get himself killed doing something like that. She punched an enemy that ran up to her right side without looking before she called over to him. “Do you need any help?”
She moves off him and he’s lifting himself up onto the bends of his arms, glancing up with a crooked grin. “ I’m good. ” he confirms before reaching up to take her hand. He climbs to his feet easily enough with her aid. “ Just getting started. ” sure he didn’t have the flashy powers or super strength, didn’t turn into a green rage machine either. But like hell he was going to be seen as less. A sudden zing and Peter is pulling her forward against his chest as a piece of rubble whips passed them where she’d been standing only seconds prior. “ That was a close one. ” he teases before winking and his boots had him jetting backward and back into the action.
“Good, I didn’t think you’d go down so easily.” His crooked grin is returned with one of her own. She recognized that fighting spirit, and though she had been trying to keep an eye on him, she wasn’t going to baby him in this fight. He was a more than capable, though a bit unconventional, fighter and she admired that. A startled noise came from her as she was pulled again is chest and the breeze from the rubble whipped passed them. Before she could thank him though he was jetting off and Carl couldn’t help but shake her head and smile. What a goof.
A grunt escapes his lungs, being pinned to the ground was a position he was starting to be all to familiar with. “ Is…this the part…where I ask you to marry me oorrr….? ”
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A soft scoff is come out as a reply. A blast had been coming right for him when Carol had pushed him to the ground, though she hadn’t planned on going down with him. She blamed that on bad footing. “I think you’d end up regretting that.” He was given a small smile as lifted herself and offered a hand to help him up. “Are you alright?”
