I'm Sorry... Sorry I'm A Badass.

"This isn't a question of what I'm not. This is a question of who I could be." //Independent Carol Danvers blog. Read dossier and disclaimer page for more info\\ Punching Dinosaurs

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whyinevermiss:

Clint isn’t the type to shy away, especially after seeing just how badass her place is. Eagerly yet attempting to hide that eagerness, he makes his way towards the window and checks out the view from her new home.

“Man, just make sure I’m around when you tell the old guy about this. I’d love to see his face.”

Laughing, Carol wandered over to join him at the window, looking out at the city. "I'll make sure you're there. You'll have to record it, just in case he sheds a tear. We need that caught on camera." She joked, grinning at him.

"Would you like a coffee?" She asked after a moment, glancing back at the view before she headed for the kitchen. She definitely wanted coffee.

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the-superboy:

"Captain Marvel.." he repeated. "Sounds like quite the title."

"Nice to meet you too, Captain. The name does make me a bit curious as to what you’re all about..”

"I guess you could say that."

"Oh, the usual superhero stuff. Saving the world, punching bad guys and occasionally dinosaurs. Nothing unusual." 

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thorthesonofodin:

          Already enjoying himself a cup, he nodded and smiled to his friend. “The worlds continue to breath life, Lady Carol. I would say ‘tis a good day. And what of thee?”

"I'm doing okay." She smiled, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "I'm still working on the memory thing, but I think I've mostly got everyone now." She took a seat across from him. "So that's a plus."

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escriptus:

"As much of one as I could manage today." The words were a tad pathetic, but he said them with a grin, sure and confident as he usually was.

"You got me. Is that an offer?"

Smiling, she patted him on the shoulder and stepped passed him to go and make them both a coffee.

"Do you take anything with yours?" She asked over her shoulder, getting two mugs from a box on the counter.

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theladiescallmetorch:

"Well, Sue and Reed are doing okay, I think. Reed might have forgotten an anniversary, or a birthday, or something. I don’t know. Ben isn’t talking to me."

"From the files I've read on him, that doesn't seem all that surprising." She chuckled, before lifting a brow slightly. "Why isn't Ben talking to you?" 

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peterparker-amazingspidey:

"Hey Carol, I’m good. It’s been a long time. How have you been?"

  "Mostly good. Trying to relearn everything that  I should know about people, which is taking a while."

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I should really sleep, it’s 7.08am :|

Night all

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theladiescallmetorch:

"Nah, I think the feeling’s mutual, if you know what I mean," he replied with a shrug, "I am doing so great, you know?"

"I'm glad to hear it. How's the rest of your team? Everyone doing okay?" 

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peterparker-amazingspidey 

"Hey, Peter. How are you?" 

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the-presumed-liar 

Kid Loki. She'd read about him, it was a fairly different file than his elder self's. "Loki, right?" 

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mastermarksman:

"Carol." Clint looked up from his bowl of cereal and smiled. "There’s a fresh pot."

"Thank you." She smiled, pouring herself a cup. "Refill?" She asked as she glanced back at him, lifting a brow.

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formerlyswordsman:

A shrug came after the statement. Killing was what he was good at. A killing machine does just that—every fiber of their being is devoted to becoming a lethal weapon. “Eh, it comes with the name though. Merc with a Mouth. Plus people stopped giving Frankie problems when he kills people. I kill bad guys, it sticks with me forever.”

"You’re great." A snort. "But seriously, cheeseburgers are alright. I guess. Maybe. Wait… you actually do like the Chow me-whatever the hell? Its just damp noodles! Its all slimey and flavorless and eugh…. don’t you start using real world logic on me."

"I don't really know enough about either of you to say much on that. Comes with the losing the memory deal." She shrugged her shoulders before waving a hand, dismissing his comment about the chow mein. "It's delicious. Especially the chicken type, with chunks of chicken in it." 

She snorted, lifting a brow at him. "You're only saying that because you know I'm right. Besides, I'm pretty sure you like more than one type of food, right?" She folded her arms over her chest.

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theladiescallmetorch:

"Just visiting my favourite Captain. How you doin’ wonder girl?"

"Have you told Steve the bad news?" She joked, humming. "Not bad, really. And you?"

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winterredemption:

"Definitely not," he ducked his head in agreement, the tight smile he passed back in return the only thing he had to offer.  

But Bucky did feel the mood brighten when she agreed to come with him to the gym.  They were neither of them even-tempered, and short of taking to drinking (he could already feel Steve’s wrath looming over him, a dark cloud of angry, patriotic super strength— and as much as he enjoyed a good risk or two, that was one flash of fury he was not interested in sparking), this seemed like the best option. And he knew Carol could give him a run for his money. 

"C’mon," he motioned for her to follow, tugging at the zipper on his jacket. 

"Wanna get there before it closes." 

Grabbing a jacket for herself, Carol slipped her arms into the sleeves and tugged it on, following after Bucky. 

A good sparring session was just what she needed. She couldn't get the right workout she needed with just a punching bag, and someone with Bucky's skills would definitely be more of a challenge. She needed to be kept on her toes.

"Is it a gym you go to a lot?" She asked, shoving her hands into the pockets on her jacket to keep them warm as she fell into step beside him. She hadn't had the chance to head to a gym since she'd lost her memory, this would be good.

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thorthesonofodin 

"Thor." Carol offered him a smile as she entered the Tower via the balcony, heading straight for the coffee pot. "How are you?" 

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mastermarksman 

"Hey, Clint." She waved him in, wandering through to the kitchen. "Coffee?" 

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sakaarson:

"Not bad, surprisingly." He shot her a small crooked grin, "Finally having things settle down some, which is nice. What about yourself?"

"That's great-- It's good to hear things are settling for you." She smiled widely, shrugging her shoulders. "Mostly good. Unpacking, which is taking a while."