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carol didnât spend much time inside - it wasnât in her nature to be inside, no.. she only felt good when she was outside - running, exercising.. anything like that. still, when she made it out for her morning run that day - her head was completely in another place, after all, how could it not be? yon-rogg was an idiot and a terrible person and a murderer, but.. who was to say that he didnât deserve a second chance? she couldnât play god and decide what people did and did not deserve, after all. especially not in here. she was so lost in thoughts that she barely noticed that someone was about to bump into her, right until they did, almost throwing her to the ground. what the shit? cursing under her breath, carol looked up, before sighing. âwatch where youâre going, rogers. this ainât new york or the battlefield. you could have hurt someone with your lack of attention. â
 it took carol a little bit to look up and realize that this was not steve she was used to - not at all. weird.  "well, youâre certainly different. you have less wrinkles and a way more smug look than you did , which makes me want to whip it off your face, frankly. donât you have a wife to tend to or something?â she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Steve quickly realized who he had knocked over and he was sightly relieved that it was at least someone he knew, but it also made him feel bad. He nodded, âYeah, I know... I donât really know where my mind went just now. well I do actually but- thatâs not important.â
He then let his head tilt at the other with a slight confusion. âI mean, I donât feel any different. What are you even talking about, Danvers?â he asked, genuinely confused about all the words that just came out of her mouth.Â














