therapy / talking about trauma / post - trauma starters.
she knows wanda means it because wanda rarely says anything she doesn’t mean. but it doesn’t make much of a difference to carol. not when she’s coming apart at the seams. it sounds like the kind of advice she’d give and she’d mean it, too, when she’d say it. but it isn’t the kind of advice she has an easy time accepting. she’s supposed to be captain marvel, earth’s mightiest hero. not just carol danvers, feeling her crummiest.
she sighs as she nods her head, ❝ — i used to dream of days like today. ❞ she remembers wanting to be taken seriously, wanting to be a leader. carol had wanted to step out from under the shadow of the avengers and define herself as a hero. not just as ms. marvel or binary or whatever she was that week but as the world’s greatest superhero. and now, that’s what she is, according to the latest polls, at least. but she hadn’t prepared for the mounting, astronomical pressure to always be perfect.
carol lets out a breath as she looks to wanda for her guidance. she’ll never stop being shocked by wanda’s neverending maturity. she offers her a soft, slight grin, ❝ — i’ll be fine once i’m able to punch it out of my system. ❞