Higher, Further, Faster

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AGENT VASQUEZ

Explaining herself in the situation was perhaps the last thing Susan wants to do, but this argument is getting them nowhere but Dangerville, USA.  “I’ve had my ass saved by the Force on more than one occasion.  But the training the Force received isn’t for ground combat and you know it,” she barked out finally, mouth tightening as she felt her stubbornness settle deep in her being.  The agent lifted her chin, eyes blazing as she gave her a solid look, hand lifting to push against her shoulder to keep her from going forward.  “Then how about this.  My weapon won’t punch through their cover.  Accuracy goes down when on the move.  This is my job and not the first time I’ve done it,” Susan said firmly, frowning slightly, “But more importantly, Captain, your own words say you’re ‘more or less’ bulletproof and I’ll be damned if I test it here.  I’m wearing a vest, I go.  And you blast those fuckers before they put a hole in me.  Do we understand each other?”

teeth ground in frustration, carol’s fists shimmer faintly in the dim light. “no, it’s not but training isn’t everything. you can still be wrong. i’m what... twenty-five years your senior? i’m not wet behind the ears, agent vasquez. i’ve been around, i know a thing or two.” and quite frankly, she isn’t interested in explaining to her friends why the agent didn’t make it back. why she sacrificed herself for a victory so insignificant in comparison. yielding to the pressure against her shoulder, carol decides to stay put. “it means i won’t die and you still might,” she bites out, interrupting the brunette’s rant to clarify. but they’re still not getting anywhere and if they don’t start moving soon, it’ll come back to bite them. “—oh for fuck’s sake,” she finally growls because she has a feeling the other woman won’t be waiting around for her approval much longer and if carol doesn’t want to actively stop her like she said she would, they better be on the same page when she does, “just go already then, it’s not like you’ll change your mind. but i swear, if you die...”

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AGENT VASQUEZ

Arguing in a firefight was perhaps not the most ideal place to hash out differences, but Susan found it did wonders for honesty and straightforwardness.  “I don’t have a problem with the Force,” she ground out, popping up to fire off several more shots, “I do have a problem with someone in the Force telling me—someone from the Corps—how to handle a firefight.  No disrespect intended.”  As the blonde rose up, Susan took the opportunity to bolt from cover and spread their positions a little further, mostly to ensure it was harder to pin them down again, peeking carefully over her new cover to get a new idea of enemies and locations.  “I take offense when people imply that I don’t look after myself,” she pointed out, finally rising to her full height as she adjusts the straps holding her weapon before casually reloading it, “I didn’t earn my stripes by being an idiot.”

“you say you don’t have a problem with people in the force, yet that’s what you keep coming back to,” carol doesn’t bother to explain that she’s been out of the air force longer than she served, that she never flew combat because they wouldn’t let them or that she’d been trained and conditioned extensively during her days in the starforce as well. because there is something that she, too, keeps getting hung up on. the best person she’s ever known served right along with her and she’s convinced that if maria were here, she’d do everything in her power to get both of their asses home safely too. she’s convinced that if she were here, she’d be subjected to the same kind of criticism. and that’s what her thoughts keep cycling back to. “i used to be in the force. you’re deo now. get over it. one of us just happens to be more or less bulletproof while the other isn’t. you tell me who you think the one drawing the fire should be. because i don’t believe for one second that you would let a colleague without a bulletproof vest do it, if you had one. so stop pretending i’m trying to pull rank here and work with me.”

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JESS

“only when you’re not being a massive prick,” she points out with a smile. also when she’s being a massive prick. jess cannot stand pricks but carol manages to make it work somehow. it’s annoying. “hey, whatever you think will work. i am also useful as a spy. not that you’ll need one, but just in case.” a shrug. she honestly doesn’t know if she’ll enjoy being in a spaceship for too long. she’d think it’d get crowded and like she needs to get out if it weren’t because she knows those ships are gigantic. it’s like those cruise boats. a city in a ship. “god, you’re indeed a prick. i don’t know why i’m friends with you,” she says with a shake of her head. she’s smiling though, so that negates it all. “so you think i’m hot, right? because jennifer conelly is hot,” she answers with a wiggle of her eyebrows. supposedly suggestive, probably just ridiculous. she clears her throat. carol sounds sincere. and while she’s her friend, it really does mean a lot that carol thinks she’s special. “well i think you’re special too.”

“so.. always, is what you’re saying?” getting on jess’ nerves is one of her many talents, carol is aware. but that’s just how their friendship works. they give as good as they get but when it comes down to it, they have each other’s back. —or at least they try to. carol knows she has her fair share of things she ought to make up for. “i’ll get you up there, if you really want to. he still owes me a favor anyway.” she’ll try not to take it too personal, if jess ends up changing her mind after all. not everyone is built for space travel; she knows she’d go insane if her powers didn’t allow her to leave the station whenever she felt like it. but she’s never been a fan of being confined to one place only. “did i mention the abs?,” carol quips, which really only serves to prove jess’ point but who cares? she may or may not be getting a little more excited about the prospect of the brunette coming along to space with her than she anticipated. not even jess’ attempt at turning the tables can take her down a notch. “she is,” carol repeats, looking the other woman dead in the eyes as she says it. it is and isn’t a confirmation; just enough to keep the upper hand. anything else might expose her for the selfish fraud she is. her smile a little more subdued, a little less cocky, she accepts the compliment returned in kind. “thanks.” after all, it’s difficult enough to get jess’ to stop fighting her on these sort of things and carol does possess a unique set of powers.

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ALURA

Alura huffs a laugh, and shakes her head. ‘It’s not easy, is it?’ She runs a hand through her hair, and sighs heavily. ‘I know that Kara is more than capable. I know she’s strong, and resilient, and I don’t want her to think that I don’t think that. But I worry. It’s what we do’.

          eyes widening comically, carol huffs out a laugh. “no definitely not.” but being a parent never is. “i mean i trust her to make the right decisions. i do. i just... don’t trust everyone else? —which makes me a walking cliché apparently, but i can’t help it.” brushing invisible lint off her pants, her brows dip into a brief frown. “at least we’re... roughly in the same ballpark now.”

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LILLIAN

Lillian watches her for a moment, and then reaches across theh table to lay a hand on Carol’s arm. ‘Carol?’ she says, her voice soft and concerned, ‘are you alright?’ She’s never seen Carol this affected before, and she can’t help but feel more than a little concerned. 

              “mh-hm,” carol hums in reassurance, head dipping in a quick nod, “i’m fine. just tired. it’s been a long day.” it is and isn’t a lie. she doesn’t get physically tired anymore; not like she used to. not like a normal human would. but that’s not to say that she isn’t intimately familiar with the sort of bone deep exhaustion that comes with a failed mission and possible casualties. “don’t worry about it.”

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AGENT VASQUEZ

Susan’s eyes blazed at the unspoken—and possibly nonexistent—connotation that some stick jockey knew more about operations in a firefight than a Marine.  “Oh, I’m well aware,” she drawled, popping herself up in a lull in the firing to squeeze off a few more in response, “But all due respect, Captain, you’re a stick jockey.”  The former Marine, ducked and shifted to the side a few feet, just in time for concrete to explode in a wave over where she had just been, her helmet shifting down lower on her brow as she ducks her head.  “I don’t appreciate being threatened,” she said, letting some of her inner steel bleed into her voice, “Especially for doing my job.  Duty requires sacrifice.  Que será, será.”

jaw locked tight and eyes closing briefly, carol forces a frustrated breath out through her nose before she addresses vasquez again. “—you know what? i’ve gotten enough shit thrown my way for what i always dreamed of doing. so whatever your problem with people in the force is? i don’t care to hear it. whatever you think of me, we’re in this together now.” she’s lived through decades worth of this bullshit. of others assuming they knew her and were fit to determine her worth. and sure, in the beginning, still green behind the ears, she bought right into it but that's in the past now. rising to her full height, carol sends another blast in the direction of their attackers, this time aiming for the concrete ledge above them. the crumbling debris knock them clean out. “and fyi,” she adds, brows lifting at the agent, “not everyone who tries to make sure that you get to go home in one piece means you harm. if you take offense every time someone suggests you look after yourself, maybe you should reevaluate your motives for doing this.”

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MARIA

       if something’s clear it’s that carol danvers doesn’t want to be here. well, sucks for her cause it’s mandatory and she’s gonna have to put up with everyone for at least two months. plus every other time they’re called to play. “yeah, i already talked to alex. and everyone. wanted to say hi to you too,” she clears up. she’s been putting it off, really, but she does need to work well with danvers if they’re gonna be a team. “want to come with me and talk to people or are you going to stay here with your ball?” she asks, knowing what the answer will be. “we can even do some passes. maybe even shoot some?” she adds, maybe that’ll increase her chances. she doesn’t want to be friends with carol danvers, she’s heard she’s a dick, but she’s not going to lose because carol’s unable to work with them all. she can easily become their top scorer, maria can’t have her ruining everything because she likes sulking in a corner. 

                 maria doesn’t walk, forcing carol to do a double take. with the ball trapped under one cleated foot and her brows furrowed, she hesitates, gives maria a quick once over as if that would magically reveal her intentions and answer all questions. “no, thanks. i’m good.” maria’s signature smile is bright enough for both of them and carol cannot possibly fathom why she would bother sticking around. the rest of their teammates make for some perfectly adequate company if that’s what you’re into and she’s done her part by coming over to say hello. it’s not that carol is a bad team player either - she wouldn’t have gotten to where she is, if she was - but she loathes inaction. it makes her restless and anxious; everything she does is geared towards getting her to where she wants to go, towards proving to everyone that she deserves to be here. and standing around on a soccer field talking does not fit her agenda. maria’s follow up suggestion however, that’s more up her aisle. “okay, yeah. sure. i don’t see why not.” she shrugs, indifferently, easily passing the ball to maria and waiting for her to take the lead.

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AGENT VASQUEZ

Susan grimaced slightly, giving the other woman only a roll of her eyes before she was popping up again, rifle settling against her shoulder.  “Yeah, won’t be the first time,” she said dryly, finger squeezing the trigger a couple times before ducking back down as return blasts splashed against her cover, “I have a habit of being shot at, Captain.  Though drawing fire for a back and forth sprint is a little stupider than my usual.”

             carol has just about had it with these deo agents. none of them know how to follow orders and about ninety percent of them operate with a clear death wish in mind. agent vasquez — former marine or not — is no exception to that rule but rather, a blazing example. “i told you to stay down! there’s a difference between being shot at and getting shot,” she growls across the ten feet separating them, firing a photon blast in the direction of the shooters. at this rate, it’s a miracle their department hasn’t been shut down yet. “stay down or i will make you stay down.” // @agcntvasqucz | cont. from x

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RAMBEAU

        It isn’t everyday that you get called to play for the national team. Not like it is a surprise for Maria, it’s not, but it’s still nice. Not everyone gets the call even if they clearly deserve it, so she does feel validated. It’s new for her too and she’s excited about getting to play with everyone she’s played against, only one being a teammate. Getting to actually know them better. See how they work together instead of against each other. And then she sees Carol Danvers’ face and realizes she’s the only one excited about the prospect of working together. Shit.

“Danvers,” she still says. Friendly. She even smiles.

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        the entire setup, from start to finish, is ridiculous. they’re supposed to be training, not wasting their time on pleasantries. while they’re ‘coming together to get to know each other and have a some fun’, the other teams are getting an edge over them. she doesn’t need to get to know anyone. carol knows every single person who has been drafted for the national team, some of them she wishes she didn’t for one reason or another. but they don’t need to be friends, they just need to work. the only reason she’s attending this ‘play date’ in the first place, is to humor fury — and because she’s contractually obligated to show up... but mostly to humor fury.

        looking up from the ball she’s juggling, carol balances it on her foot just long enough to acknowledge the woman in front of her. “rambeau,” she greets, lacking both maria’s enthusiasm and the matching smile. pretentious, they call her. aloof. closed-off. hard-headed. and that’s only the top of the list. carol doesn’t like to ‘mingle’ like the rest of her teammates, standing in gaggles of three or more around the field, chatting animatedly. she hates meaningless conversations and small talk, because this is not a game. not to her it isn’t. and if people want to keep calling her names? let them. so long as she gets to keep doing what she loves. “saw your teammate somewhere over there, i think,” she gives a small jerk of her head, towards the far side of the field to indicate the direction, hoping maria would just take the out and move on.

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ALURA

‘Well, I’m technically around that age too’, she says lightly, nudging their shoulders together playfully, ‘though neither of us look like it. Maybe it slipped my mind’. 

        “i’ll admit it takes some getting used to; having your daughter look older than you. —though not quite as much as her having her own set of superpowers. i’m still not sure if that’s supposed to make me less or more worried about her...”

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DETECTIVE

                 the look maggie gives the other woman says it all: she doesn’t believe her. she can appreciate how unbothered she looks and how she seems determined to say nothing. then again, she’d also appreciate it if she talked to her. “that’s all. like i said, i know he’s lying, but i need your help in knowing how.” a pause. one the suspect fills with very valid questions. “no, but i am also an officer so me bringing in someone and having to use force isn’t a crime,” she points out.

                  maggie doesn’t like having to force people into proving they’re human. she personally doesn’t care for what people are or are not. but she knows they’ll try to force the woman if she doesn’t cooperate. “so what you’re saying is you’re human and you know how to fight,” she ends up saying. “i’d say that makes it his word against yours. we’d probably let you both leave and we’d have to wait and see if he presses charges.” at least she’ll try to. “i can’t promise that, though, because people don’t like aliens now and they suspect anyone that stands out. but i would try to get you out anyway. i know how men can be,” she adds.

                 “last time i checked, being an alien wasn’t one either.” carol keeps her voice light and casual but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that her views on the subject are anything but. “what i’m saying is that he attacked me, that i was defending myself and that nothing else should matter.” as soon as she can find someone who agrees with her on that, they can move forward. so maybe she hasn’t exactly been forthcoming so far but even just mentioning her real name would brandish her as an alien and they’d be done listening. they’d call her a shapeshifter or presume she’d been half-kree all along. possibly strip her of her title. they’d paint her the criminal and let that jerkface off scotch free.

                 “or are you trying to say that i don’t look like i can hold my own?” she asks with a quirk of her brow, dipping straight back into amusement and mischief. “i used his own momentum against him, that’s all that happened. he overestimated himself and underestimated me. now he’s embarrassed and telling lies because he couldn’t have it his way.” that’s already more information in under ten minutes than officers grayer and leary managed to get out of her in half an hour. but that’s what happened when you decided against leading with your best (wo)man.

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LILLIAN

Lillian blinks, a little surprised by the praise. ‘Oh… thank you’. She hadn’t expected it, especially when their efforts had amounted to little success. She took a sip of her own drink, cradling the tumbler in her hands. ‘It felt good’, she said after a moment, ‘working with you, even though we didn’t get him’. 

              carol isn’t sure she believes her own words - believes that they’ll get him - but today she doesn’t have to. tomorrow she will. for now, she’s allowed to feel hopeless and little lost so long as it doesn’t compromise other people’s safety. “that’s good,” downing the rest of her drink, she promptly refills her glass, “remember that feeling. it’s important. it won’t always feel like this.”