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A matter of her pride Carol Davers shot down from the sky and landed on a sidewalk in the busy streets of New York city. She had been around the galaxy checking up on different planets making sure the lives there were not in any immediate danger. Of course, there were the casual wars, but nothing like the Infinity War about five years back. Now her plan was to grab a cup of coffee and some lunch before she went to the Avengers tower for a meeting. She took a deep breath to gather herself, as it wasn't quite the same after Tony, Steve and Natasha passed away. Still, the group met from time to time. If not to debate pressing matters, to simply catch up. She was going to the Stark's for dinner later on, then to her own flat. She could hardly wait to curl up in her own bed and get a good night's sleep. She took of her headpiece and shook her head, so that her long hair could bounce down her shoulders. She knew she should probably see a hairdresser soon, as the golden locks were starting to near the small of her back. As she hurried down the street to her favorite coffee shop, she was caught up in her own mind knowing Tony's daughter Morgan had by now turned ten. She should bring her something as a delayed birthday present. Rounding another corner, she collided with another woman, causing them both to lose balance. The bags the woman was carrying scattered on the ground along with the two of them. Carol quickly got to her feet and grabbed the bags before they got trampled by the passing crowd. She turned to looked at the other woman, a brunette in a white blouse and a black pencil skirt, her hair held back in a neat ponytail and she was wearing a pair of expensive sunglasses. The other woman sighed as she took them off, her hands getting a closer look at the blonde in front of her. Carol assumed her to be in her late-thirties at most, and the sun falling upon her she seemed like a shining out of earth creature. She was for sure one of the most stunning creatures she had ever seen she knew, making her words get lost. "I am sorry, Ma'am. I didn't see where I was going, I hope your things didn't get damaged or that you got injured," worry in Carol's voice now. She knew she could have hit her harder than intended to, even if this was an accident due to her powers. "I am fine, you need more to injure, me and that it's just clothes so no harm done, Miss?" the brunette said. Diana still couldn't stop steering at her, with the sun falling down on her golden locks, it almost seemed like her hair was on fire. "Miss Danvers, Carol Danvers," she said with a smile, holding up her hand towards the other woman. The brunette gently shook it saying, "Diana Prince." "So can I offer you a coffee or anything to make up for this incident?" Carol wondered politly. "There is really no need because it was equally my fault," the brunette objected with a small laugh. "Alright, I guess I will see you around then," said Carol as she started walking away. She felt something inside her shift doing so. She had wanted the other woman to say yes, because if nothing else she would have company over lunch. Diana looked after her, biting her lips, before she caught up with her saying, "A coffee may not be all that bad. You need to tell me where you have been though in that outfit, because you look like some kind of superhero." "For all you know I could be one," said the blonde with a heartfelt laughter. She knew she should come up with a lie of some sort, but for whatever reason nothing came to mind. "I suppose we all can be, you never know what a person is hiding," said Diana thoughtfully. The other woman nodded to this, making the brunette even more curious. She took a breath and asked, "So if you are a superhero, what is your power?" "Why don't you venture a guess," said the Carol with a teasing smile. She was amused that she puzzled the other woman. The brunette looked her up and down once more, she had visibly toned arms and if she was not mistaken her suit seemed similar to the one of her friend Clark meaning she could move fast. "I guess you would be super strong and possibly fast, other than that maybe endurance?" the brunette tried. She couldn't make out if she was the real deal or not. "Yes, but then again I used to work in the army back in the days and I still work out a lot so that might have something to do with it," Carol shrugged a little. She would hate to admit how much she enjoyed a good workout. "I bet you are a fireball in bed?" the brunette said with a soft laughter. It wasn't before the words escaped her, she realized what she had said and cursed a little on the inside. Why did she even say this to this total stranger or feel so drawn to her? It was very unlike her, but there was something about this woman. "You have no idea," said the blonde, a glint in her blue eyes now. She smiled at the other woman, before she opened the door at her regular coffee place and stepped inside. She went to the counter and made her order, then looked at the other woman, "What can I offer?" "Just a coffee, black with sugar," she said. She stood next to Carol. She nodded telling the barista before they sat down on the table. She took a deep breath asking, "So what do you do?" "I am an art consultant for the historic museum, I was on my way there now. I had looked into some details about an old piece they are considering taking in, but I am quite sure it is a fake and therefore not up to the standards. I also acquired a piece for where I usually work," the brunette said. Her tone showed some frustration as she said this. "That is interesting, I've been there a couple of times when I got time off. My work causes me to travel a lot," said the blonde. Even if what she said was vague, she wasn't lying. "I know the feeling; I have a side job that takes up a lot of time. I was just here to check out the two pieces. Too bad both weren't the real deal, I would have loved to give something to the museum here before I left as well. I planned to go back home after catching up with some old friends. I usually live in Paris," she commented. "Alone or…?" the blonde wondered curiously. "Alone, it is hard to commit when you can't find time to maintain a relationship. What about you?" she wondered. "Alone, but I have friends so it's not all bad. I assume you do the same," said Carol. She heard a ding on her phone finding somehow on the side of her suit. She looked at it seeing her meeting was pushed forward, she groaned as she texted back, she was a little delayed. "Work?" the brunette wondered as their coffee and Carol's food was brought to the table. "Yes, I should be on my way, but I told them I would be late," she said with a shrug. "I won't keep you if you need to go," said the brunette with a sigh. "Maybe we can meet up later, say nine my place if you don't have to leave this very second?" the blonde tried. Why she wanted to see her again she didn't know. "I can do that; I am not in a hurry. Although I do wonder what your intentions are?" the brunette was teasing. "Maybe I want to show you how much of a fireball I am, or maybe I just want to talk. You will find out tonight?" Carol said as she got up from her seat. She winked at the other woman. "I see, well I do need and address?" the brunette pointed out. "Yes of course," the blonde said as she noted down something on a piece paper, leaning down to hand it over. For a moment she felt lost in Diana's eyes. What was it with this woman that made her seem like she had a glow around her, like she was out of this world? She wasn't like herself she knew; it was something else. She broke eye contact as she left her sitting watching after her with confused eyes. Had Carol been glowing Diana wondered, no that surely couldn't be. Still, it was something about her she couldn't put her finger on. She shook her head as there was no way she was a half Goddess of any kind like herself. She put the note in her pocket and slowly left the coffee shop to head back to the hotel where she was staying. As she did, she felt a small excitement over their meeting later that night. Carol was chilling in a chair at the Stark porch, she was watching Morgan play with a new baseball bat she gave her. Tony's daughter was quite good at the game and right now she was playing with Happy, he stopped by a lot. She saw so much of both Tony and Pepper in the young girl. For a s second, she wondered what it would be like to settle, get a family and all that. It was not the first time she thought about it and it would not be the last. Her mind went to James, they still talked from time to time, but she somehow knew they wouldn't end up together. Then of course she went along well with Maria, and her daughter, but she never really considered dating her. It would be too complicated she knew. In general dating with her job was complicated, as you would have to do a lot of explaining to your partner when you were not there. Keeping your identity hidden was not a good plan. So instead she had settled for a strain of flings and left it at that, better to not get too attached. "Is everything alright?" she heard Pepper's soft voice. The other blonde had seen her friend seemed a bit distant during dinner and now she was lost in thought. She gave her a mug of tea she just made and Carol gladly took it. "It's just I watch you and Morgan, you manage to raise her next to being a superhero. I know Happy helps out a lot, but…" she couldn't find her words. "You are wondering about the aspect of a relationship next to being a superhero?" Pepper sat down in a chair next to her. "Yes, because to me it is the part where you hide your dual identity that sucks. I just feel that if I was with someone that didn't know, hiding a part of yourself…" she stopped to think. Then she added, "When you are trying to have a relationship it isn't right. You were so lucky to have Tony, Pep." "I know, but that wasn't always easy, he was the love of my life and I hated it, to lose him even if it was for the greater good. I still hate it, but I wouldn't have done anything different, and I know he wouldn't either. I think if you find someone you have to choose if you want them to see the real you or not, and I know it isn't easy. It wasn't with Tony either, still we did it," she said. She took a deep breath as she thought about him, knowing she would always miss him. He and Carol were the only ones she let call her Pep, she didn't know why, but there was something about the other blonde that at times reminded her of her late husband. Not in a bad way and so she indulged her quirks and listened whenever she needed to talk, knowing the other woman would do the same for her. She had helped her a great deal the years after Tony's passing along with Happy and their other friends. The other blonde was about to speak when Morgan came running towards them. She was beaming from ear to ear, happy as ever. She looked up at Carol saying, "Auntie, Carol, will you toss me some balls please? I want to work on my hitting, so maybe I can someday hit as hard as you. Get a real good home-run." "Of course, iron fist," she said and got up from the chair. "Please be careful and don't throw too hard," Pepper's voice sounded worried, fully aware of the other woman's strength. "It's okay mom, I need her to hit hard. The boys in school do," said Morgan dragging Carol down to the grass placing her in position. She shrugged at Pepper who still looked rather worried. Pepper watched as her friend threw a couple of balls that went faster than she could see, still her young girl hit every single one of them. She didn't seem to have any trouble with them at all. She saw Carol telling her something making the balls fly longer. A small smile on her lips as it felt like her husband was there overseeing it. Happy came to stand next to her saying, "She really cares about Morgan, doesn't she?" "That is my opinion and Morgan takes to her. I think it is a good thing, for her to have other female role models than myself," Pepper said with a sigh. "And what do you do if Carol wants to start her own family? She won't be around as much if she does," he commented. "Then I will support that, but I have a feeling she will still stop by," Pepper said calmly seeing how Carol and Morgan stopped with the ball and went down to the water, seemingly talking. It was good she had her to talk to, she knew Carol made sure she could be reached no matter how far away she was. She didn't even know how she did it, but she did, something Pepper appreciated greatly. "You haven't thought about it, asking her to be a part of this family?" he wondered. He looked at his friend with calm eyes. "I did consider it once, but then put it aside. I don't know if I feel for her that way and I'm pretty sure she does not either. Besides my heart lays still lays with Tony," she answered calmly. She wasn't ready for someone to join their family quite yet. She watched how the two were throwing little rocks over the water, making them jump on the surface laughing. She loved the sound of her daughter's laughter more than anything in this world. She then saw her daughter ask something of Carol making her look dead serious, then giver her pinkie, swearing on something before they came back up to the porch. "I am sorry, Pep, but I need to leave. I am expecting company and need to tidy a bit beforehand. I had a really great time and I hope we can do it again very soon," she said and smiled at her. "Yes of course, let me follow you to the door," she said with a nod. Carol bid Morgan and Happy goodbye before walking through the house to the main door. Once there she turned to ask Pepper, "Do you know if Nick ever finished the filing system he was working on. I was supposed to have all of us superheroes in there." "I can ask him, why do you wonder?" the other blonde wondered. "I met someone today; she is the one coming over. I felt this strength radiating from her, much like my own, but I know I should be the only one of my kind…I don't know maybe I'm just tired," she finished. She had been travelling a lot lately, it was not impossible it got to be too much. "Or there is someone else like you out there, maybe even stronger. Thor and Loki are gods, so she might be one also or have similar powers," she explained. "I don't know, maybe. In any case I should get going," she said as she hugged Pepper and bid her goodbye before heading back home. A number of thoughts running through her head. Diana Prince was laying on Carol Danvers bed, her chest going up and down rapidly, her arms above her head and her legs still spread. Too tired to think, to move, to do anything, she lay there, panting, turning her head to look at the other woman. She was sitting there, panting lightly, her knees beneath her perfect body as the early morning rays was spreading into the room. 'How could she not even seem to take a mild effect of this?' Diana wondered. She knew they had been going at it for almost eight hours straight. Was she that out of shape? No that couldn't be it she knew, it had to be something else that explained it. Could she be a goddess too or was it because she was younger than she seemed to be? By now she learned she had been right, Carol was a fireball in bed. The blonde could move into any position, she was a little quicker, but lean as herself. She had also taken her time to see to it that Diana's needs got filled before her own. Now she was sitting there, a smile on her lips, humming lightly to gather herself. Glowing, almost like and angel? "Are you…an angel?" Diana wondered. Surely such things did not exist, but then again, she was a half goddess so who really knew. "No, I am not an angel or a demon, I am just as regular as you," she said as she lay down on her side. She was well spent she knew, as a smile spread on her lips. "If you only knew how irregular I am," she whispered. She let out a groan as she turned to her side to face the other woman. "Maybe someday, my Goddess," she whispered. Her hand reaching out to gently stroke her cheek. Diana didn't bother asking why she called her that, it was nice. This right here was nice, just laying there well spent with this woman. Taking in every detail of her, even if it didn't last forever, even if it was just for an hour or two more. Even if she was never to see her again, she wanted to just lay here lost in a moment in time. It was odd she thought that she could have such a connection with someone she met only one day prior. It didn't make sense, but she had felt it when she kissed her, when she f***ed her and when she made love to her. There was a connection between them she could not explain. Something had shifted inside of her she knew as their movements had gone so perfectly together, as their bodies melted into a hot mess. While they were battling for dominance trying to find who was strongest, who had the most power and the most endurance. Only to find that both had different skills contributing to the possibly best experience she ever had in the bedroom. This woman, those hours it had been like she had taken a drug she couldn't get enough of and she didn't want it to end. Still, she knew it had to, they both knew it as they needed to regain some strength. Now they were just laying there, looking at each other like they were having a wordless conversation. She wanted to speak, but she didn't want to interrupt the peace. She let a hand go to rest along Carol's waist, her fingers lazily caressing, still feeling dazed and confused by this woman. Startling she heard her phone ring somewhere in the room, but she ignored it. It rang again then went silent. She heard Carol's phone as well seeing she ignored it as well. Was this what happiness felt like she wondered, looking at the other woman that yawned. A smile as she said, "So you are tired, after all?" "Mmm, I never said I was not," Carol whispered. She knew that she was as she pushed some of her blonde strands away from her face, smiling at the other woman. She felt drained now, but in a good way. It was almost like she felt after winning a battle, but better. Mainly because she didn't have to worry about casualties. Right now, her only worry was that she might not see this woman again. This powerful enigma that seemed to be taking her breath away. She didn't dare to ask her if she wanted to stick around, not knowing when she would be back if she left. She knew she didn't want to do that though, leave her behind to go back to the galaxy. She wanted to be here with her and to her that was strange. It didn't make sense. Was this…love? Or was it simply a mutual attraction. She was afraid to fall asleep she knew; afraid Diana was not there when she woke. She was feeling lost now, falling, falling into confusion. Confusion over not wanting to let her go, confusion over the connection she felt, the grasp this woman had on her. It didn't make sense as she never felt anything like this with anyone she'd been with. Again, she yawned, now struggling to keep her eyes open. As if she sensed her fear the brunette said, "You can sleep, I won't go anywhere." She snuggled closer to her curling up against her, before letting herself drift. Diana watched over her for quite some time, before she fell asleep as well. She was wondering where this woman had been all her years, and if she should commit to her. Was it a bad idea or a good one if both were seemingly busy? She didn't know, she just knew she was falling asleep to her soothing breaths feeling nothing but peace. It was a nice change. "Carol?" Diana wondered. She could hear a lot of statics at the other end of the phone. She had left early that morning, telling her she had to work. It was their fifth morning together, all spent in her apartment, kissing, sleeping, making love and at times eating. Both had ignored their phones up to that morning, and life outside the apartment. As Diana f***ed her against the wall in the shower that very morning she knew. She knew Carol had to leave for her work, wherever it was. She knew she would be gone for some time, she just felt it. Yet, she didn't ask, she didn't shed a tear, she just accepted it. They were adults, after all, and crying wouldn't change the fact that Carol Danvers had to leave for her job. No, she would not cry, it was a matter of pride with her. To try not to show too much emotion, yet their kisses in the kitchen before Carol left had been sloppy and almost desperate. The taste of her still lingering on her lips as her tongue slipped over them. She looked out the window as she again wondered where she was, hearing her voice beyond the statics, "Carol, do you hear me?" "I hear you, but barely, where are you?" she wondered. "Working, it's hell out here. Listen, this may take a while and I get if you need to go home, but…" she heard more statics instead of the rest of the sentence. "I can stay for a day or two longer, but then I need to go back home. Do you want me to leave my home address?" she tried. Statics and someone screaming, not Carol, she heard her curse. She heard some hard banging and then she was back, "Please leave the address, I will find you somehow. I promise." More statics, and a groan, this time it was Carol. Her heart went to a stop as she yelled, "Carol, are you alright?" No answer, more statics, before the connection was broken. Damn it! She tried to remember from their conversation, what was her job? It involved something with…bad guys she needed to capture. Was she in a deserted area where there was little to no cell connection? Had she gotten hurt? Was she dying? No, she shook her head. Not Carol, no way no one could take her down, she was too strong and too fast. She tried calling the number the other woman called from, but didn't get anywhere. Just that the phone was out of service. Cursing under her breath she flopped down on the coach, when the doorbell rang. Should she open or leave it be? This wasn't her flat, and she didn't know if whoever was outside was a friend or an enemy. Slowly she walked over to the door to look through the peephole, seeing a woman outside. She looked harmless and so she opened the door. The other woman, a blonde like Carol, but clearly older looked at her confused. "Is…is Carol home?" the question slowly slipped from her lips. "No, she is away on work, may I help you?" Diana wondered politely. "No, it's just Morgan, my daughter…she and Carol have a bond. If you get a hold of her, tell her to call her as soon as possible. She is having some kind of trouble and she won't talk to me. I thought maybe she could get it out of her," the other woman quickly explained. "I understand, and I will let her know next time I talk to her," Diana said thoughtfully. If she would talk to her that was, if she wasn't dead already. A shiver running down her spine. Why was she so drawn to her, after just a few days? This was crazy. "Don't worry, you will talk to her, she always comes back," Pepper said in a soft tone. "Thank you, Miss?" Diana wondered as she had not introduced herself. "Pepper Potts Stark," she held out her hand. Diana shook it saying, "It was a pleasure, Miss Stark, I am sure we will meet again soon." She got a nod in return as Pepper left as quietly as she came. Again Diana called Carol, this time she got the machine, and said, "Pepper stopped by, you need to call Morgan as soon as possible. Later you need to tell me about them. I…have to go." Carol listened to the message one more time. She had called Morgan not long after she got it about a week prior and made sure to stop by to talk to her as soon as she got back. It was three days prior, by then Diana was long gone. She expected nothing less, she had a life much like herself. Still, deep down she had hoped she would stay. She sighed as she landed in the busy streets of Paris, making her way to the Louvre. Diana had mentioned she worked there, so why not try to look for her there first. She should have called her she knew, she really had wanted to, but her phone got crushed during the battle and she hadn't been able to replace it before she was back. She hadn't received any new messages from Diana and she was afraid it would have been too long to make a call herself. Maybe Pepper had given her the wrong impression and she had tried, but the other woman did not pick up. Maybe Pepper had given her the wrong impression, and she got the wrong idea by being in contact with Morgan. Or maybe she got cold feet. She shook it off as she walked into the busy museum after buying a ticket. Looking around she asked one of the guards for Diana's whereabouts, he eyed her up and down, before refusing to tell her other than she was busy. When Carol refused to leave, he had no choice but to get her. Her eyes fell on one of the many paintings while waiting, when she heard her voice, "Carol?" "I told you I would find you." "You did, listen I don't have much time, it is a disaster in the back." "I can come back later, or meet you someplace else?" "I am not sure it would be a good idea. "I think it is and that you know it is, please indulge me." "Alright, café Remedy at 7." With that she was gone, Carol hadn't turned to look at her as she spoke, she didn't need to. She felt her presence and her mood, the other woman drew herself to her like a magnet, radiating waves her way. She was not upset with her, Carol knew, she was insecure about her feelings. Most likely only used to being with men before her. If she had been with anyone at all? She shook it off, knowing that she had to have been. As it was still about five hours until she had to be at the café she decided to look at the art. Some of it at least, the museum was far too big to me covered in the little time she had, even if she could cover more ground using her super-speed she decided she'd rather take her time. She paused looking at Venus de Milo, taken in the expression of the ancient figure, knowing it was made as an image of the Goddess Aphrodite. Carol never had any belief in such things as God and Goddesses, there were too many cruelties in the worlds and she had very little faith that a higher being was the cause or encouraged it. No, they most likely were myths. But if that was so, how could she explain Diana, she was as much as an equal to herself as anyone could ever be. Maybe she had been in contact with something like photon energy as well. She knew she had to ask her. Slowly she made her way out of the busy museum, walking through the museum shop on her way, buying a few things. She knew both Morgan and her friend Monica and her daughter liked art. She needed to visit them soon she knew, making her way to a crepe stand not far from the museum, buying one, only to sit down on one of the benches. This was nice, just relaxing for a change, not a worry in the world. Not then at least, she closed off her work phone and as she took her leather jacket off she wondered what it would be like to retire, if she could. Just live here, or anywhere with Diana, if that was what she wanted. Trade it all in to stay put. Maybe it was crazy to think that as she barely knew the woman, but it sure was nice to think about. Diana's heels clicked against the pavement as she neared the café, she yawned feeling beyond exhaustion. Deep down she wished she could go home instead of meeting Carol right now, but as it were she had no such luck. She wished she knew Carol would come here, then again Carol had made no notion to call her back so she was starting to fear it was a one time thing. She cursed under her breath seeing the other woman waiting outside the restaurant in the same outfit as she had earlier that day. Hadn't she brought more than one set of clothes? Was she there for a short visit only? Or did she plan to buy what she needed? One thing was certain, Carol was under-dressed for this place. She knew the other woman would most likely not care, but Diana was a regular customer there. She tried to figure out what to do, go anywhere public, as she didn't really have anything to offer at home. All those thoughts seemed to vanish when Carol smiled at her. How did she do that, floor her so with that smile? Carol walked over, seemingly nervous she asked, "Is it alright I hug you or?" Diana nodded, feeling how the arms of the other woman sneaked around her and held her tight, as she whispered, "I missed you so much, Ana." "Still, you didn't call?" she whispered, as her arms wrapped around Carol and she felt herself relax within her grasp. She would never admit how strongly she felt for this woman. "I planned to, but then my phone got crushed and I couldn't get a new before I got back. I considered calling you then, but I felt it had gone too long and I didn't know what to say. I decided to take a chance and just go here, find you…was I wrong in doing so?" Her heart was beating so hard in her chest as her ears rang. "No, you were not. I was hoping we could go somewhere and maybe talk. I need to know more about you, before we get into anything serious," Diana said with a soft smile. Her explanation seemed to be true enough. "You think my style isn't good enough to eat here?" Carol's heart sank now. "No, I mean maybe, but there are too many prying eyes and I want you to myself," she pressed a kiss to her cheek. She was glad to see a quiet nod as she got released. She took Carol's hand in her own leading the way. "My God, this is delicious!" Carol exclaimed, taking another bite of her burger. Never before had she tasked a burger with goat cheese and honey, but she was sure this had to be one of the best burgers she ever had. "I agree," Diana nodded, taking another bite. She chewed and swallowed before asking, "So how did you get here, by plane?" "Well, not exactly, but I did fly," she answered with a shrug. She used her super-speed to get there across the sky, but of course she couldn't say that, Diana might think she was insane. "You mean you are a human that can fly?" Diana wondered, to her knowledge her friend Clark was the only one that could, and he was not from earth to begin with. "That and a couple of other things." Carol didn't look up; she was focused on eating the burger not spilling on herself. "Wow," was the only word that escaped Diana's lips. So, she had to be some kind of superhero like herself. Although she never really considered herself as such. That had to be the reason why she felt so drawn to her. "I mean I am a pilot," Carol quickly corrected herself, adding, "Meaning I don't do commercial flights, I use a jet." "Perhaps you can do that as well, maybe that was even your occupation at a time, but not anymore. You are the real deal and you can fly," Diana countered. If it wasn't true, she wouldn't bother trying to cover it up. Carol shrugged like it was no big deal. Not knowing what to say she tried, "I…hoped you would have stayed." "And I hoped you would have called me back, so I do think that makes us even, Miss Danvers," Diana quirked a brow at her now. Carol didn't speak, she just looked down into her box. She could have called sooner she knew and she should have. Maybe coming here had been a mistake, what was she trying to accomplish. It was not like she could accomplish anything with Diana, being who she was. If she tried to step back and retired, she was sure that trouble would find her somehow. She looked up at her, measuring her, wondering how old Diana really was. She had a feeling she was older than her, but by how much would be pointless to guess. Much like herself the other woman might be much older than what she actually looked like. Again, she looked away, this was pointless, she should just leave. "What is wrong?" Diana's voice was filled with worry now. "I…am not good at this, small talk or dates. Or shall we say dates with women, I had some boyfriends over the years. You would be my first girlfriend and it sounds stupid in itself. Because neither of us are really girls anymore." She shook her head, making a face. "How about companion then, if that suits you better?" Diana tried to reason. "I suppose, but only if you reveal what you really are. I sense you are different." Carol's eyes were shining intensely as she spoke. "I am an amazon, daughter of a Queen and I am immortal," she stated. Gaze steady as she spoke. "Ahhh, I thought your kind was a myth, but it does make sense. I am not an amazon, but I do have superpowers due to an incident a few years back. I am not immortal, but I age slower than the human raise and you noticed my other skills in the bedroom. I wasn't lying when I said I was a pilot, I used to be. I sometimes do it still, but it is not needed. They call me Captain Marvel, but I prefer Carol, it was the name my parents gave me. It is the name I prefer," she said in a serious tone. "Then that is the name I shall use, they…the humans and the justice league I am in call me Wonder Woman, but I prefer Diana. I felt that Wonder Woman always felt so pretentious you know? In my eyes most women are that in one way or another. It feels…." She shook her head. For the first time in her life she felt like she couldn't explain herself how she felt. "That the word isn't enough to describe who or what you are?" Carol tried in sympathetic tone. "Yes," she whispered, feeling lost in Carol's blue eyes. She looked away, blushing. Their eyes went to a bunch of youngsters joking around at a bench not far from them. Boys and girls eating crepes and talking excitedly about the upcoming pride event some weeks later. 'Pride,' Diana thought, such a funny word wasn't it. In her years on earth she had come across it more than once, knowing it meant something different from person to person. For her it was her strength and what she did to help the human kind, being stronger and faster. She took pride in her work and being good at it was a given, and that she was a woman in general. She took pride in her heritage and right now she took pride in being on a date with Carol. Looking at the group of youngsters she got that they found pride in being open about their sexual orientations. She realized she never given her own much thought, she had long assumed what they called hetero or straight only being with men. It was only now, sitting her with Carol she wondered if she was attracted to Diana because she wasn't all that feminine or because she was a beautiful woman spite that, or if it was because she really liked her independent of her gender. She looked over at her seeing her finishing her burger, licking some grease of her finger and smiled at her, it made something stir inside her, but not in a bad way. She liked everything about this woman she concluded and she would have liked her equally if she was a man, to her it didn't matter. She liked the person she had been with up to now independent of their sex, why would Carol be any different. "You into that, Diana? Pride I mean?" Carol wondered, looking at her with wondering eyes. "I never thought much about it to be honest. I like the life and I do suppose I get why they celebrate it, and why it is worth celebrating it, but I never really participated. What about you?" Diana looked right back at her. "I did participate once or twice with some of my friends. I was thinking of going with Pepper and Morgan this year, but you are welcome to join," she said with a smile, hope in her voice. "I can do that. Do you want to go in your work attire or something else?" Diana asked. "Well, I know there most likely will be a few dressed like me, so I don't see why not. If we go together, that way I can see how you usually look and the other way around," she said suggested. She felt a vibrating in her pocket, her emergency caller was going off. 'Not now,' she sighed as she took a look. Rodney needed her for a crises somewhere. She put it back in her pocket, ignoring it for a change, looking back into Diana's brown eyes, feeling lost. She blushed as she whispered, "I will deal with it tomorrow, tonight I am all yours, dear." "I really don't think you should postpone if it was important. Someone may be in trouble," Worry in the pit of Diana's stomach now. She couldn't live with someone being in trouble, even if it meant Carol had to go. She felt torn by this. What was this grip this woman, had on her? Carol nodded and stood up, she leaned down to press a kiss against her lips saying, "I will be back, I promise." "Just be careful," she said in a soft tone as she watched her leave. With every fiber of her being she knew that it was a bad idea, yet she would do nothing to stop herself from falling, if it was what she was doing. As the weeks slowly went by, Diana found she hadn't been that happy in the longest time. She hadn't seen Carol all that often, but what little time they spent together, they were having a blast. They had been out clubbing in Paris once or twice, whereas Carol had taken her for a picnic in Central Park where they had played ball with Morgan under Pepper's watchful eyes. She was clearly pleasantly surprised by her speed and how well she went along with Carol. She had taken Carol to meet Bruce and Clark, watching how easily she beat the two men in arm wrestling and running. She was seemingly unbeatable. By now Diana was in love with Carol's smile, her laughter, her voice, to have her near. Now the only thing missing was to let her see her in her superhero costume, which would happen the next day. They both knew that they could have googled each other, but they figured they would keep it a mystery and celebrate the pride celebration in Paris, then in New York. She felt her heart beat fast in the crowded disco, seeing Carol over at the bar and a woman hitting on her. She talked for a second, but dismissed her, before coming over handing her a beer. She smiled as she took it and kissed her lips as a, 'thank you.' Diana didn't even tell her that she preferred wine, what the hell did that really matter. She was open to new things, after being around for decades it didn't hurt to mix things up. Carol had asked about her age once, but when she answered she would never believe it if she told and Carol hadn't asked again. She found it hard to believe Carol was nearing her sixties, then again she aged slower than a regular human. She watched as the other woman moved along with the music, bottle still in hand. She was happy, living her life to the beat of the music, making her seem years younger. She really was a fascinating creature, this Carol Danvers, never running out of energy. She was her match in every way, Diana knew. She moved with her, although a bit stiffer, this wasn't exactly her tone, but she managed somehow. Letting Carol's body move closer to hers, when their bottles were empty. This she knew was how life was meant to be lived. She felt herself blushed as Carol whispered into her ear, "You are the hottest woman anywhere." Carol mimed a thank you and pulled her in for a kiss. It got returned, but only for a minute, a glint in Carol's blue eyes now. She smiled as the hyped song got switched to a more salsa like tune. She moved easy, making Diana follow with ease for quite some time, before she dragged her love out of there. She kissed her with passion once again outside, feeling their bodies press against each other in the hot summer night. She felt Carol's arms around her waist, her half short hair resting along her shoulder. She had let it grow out just a little after cutting it last, as it was hard to find hairdressers in outer space. Diana let her arms rest along Carol's shoulders, her fingers caressing along her neck, feeling how she was no longer standing against the ground. Her breath hitched, but she was more occupied about kissing this woman, than being in the air, knowing by now they were avid flyers, but Carol was way faster. She felt them rise, knowing it was because the other woman was excited and happy. She was much like herself in love. She let the kiss break and leaned against her shoulder, a smile on her lips. "Are we too high?" Carol wondered, the world beneath them seemed to vanish by the second. "No, not by any needs," Diana answered truthfully. "Good, I just needed some air," she admitted. She usually used the suit when she took off, but there was no need for it. She smiled as she flew them to the top of the Eiffel Tower, before she landed, not letting go of her love. They sat down up there, looking out over the city from the tower lit up in the pride colors. Carol felt lucky then, to be loved by this woman, to be sitting up here and looking out over the world below. Resting, waiting for her to see her suit in the morning. To show her the other part of who she was, what she used when she was out there working. A job she took great pride in, much like she knew Diana did with hers. She leaned against her, smiling, closing her eyes, feeling how the wind blew through her hair, a faint breeze in the warm summer night. She felt happy with her and at ease with their woman by her side and she felt proud to be hers. She felt proud that Diana told her some days prior, 'it is you I wish to be with. Even if I outlive you, I want to be with only you for the rest of our time even if I have not known you for that long. I just feel like this is right, I know it is." "So, you want to marry me?" Carol had asked her. She new she didn't mind that if that was Diana's wish. She wanted to know what kind of future her love pictured them to have, should they live together, have children, or anything else. Should they work less or stay like now? "I have no need for that, to me that is more a formality, but if you need it I will.' Diana had told her she wasn't sure if that was what she needed right now, she just needed her in any way she could have her, this goddess of a woman. She felt so consumed by her when they made love, or maybe that wasn't the right word, as it was sometimes more animalistic, and filled with desire. Still, the way Diana looked at her, if only for a second made her weak to her knees and she knew that deep down she loved her. She knew that Diana felt the same, even if they had only been together for about a month and such words had not be spoken. Every stolen moment they had together when they didn't work on saving the world, or in her own case worlds, Diana made her feel like she was the only one that mattered. The rest of the world did simply fade away. She remembered what she preferred for breakfast, what drinks gave her energy, what shampoo and soap she used in the shower, what TV shows she watched. That she preferred a kiss on the cheek over a hug and that she hated to say goodbye, and so instead she said, 'Be safe out there,' 'I will miss you,' 'I hope you will be back soon.' Diana didn't always ask how she felt, Carol knew she knew even before the question was formed. She turned her head and looked at her love, a smile on her red lips, as the Captain whispered, "You are so beautiful, Diana." "Thank you, but so are you my love," she answered, a small brush spreading across tanned cheeks. Tanned form the hot summer sun. "Let us go home, I could use some rest before tomorrow," Carol said, suddenly feeling so very tired. She got a nod in return as the both stood on the ledge, diving into the air simultaneously. She laughed with joy as she raced her to Diana's apartment building. Nothing beat flying, and she felt lucky that Diana could do it also. Soon landing near the building she turned to look at the other woman. She smiled again, as she took her hand, giving it a squeeze. She realized then she didn't care where they lived as long as they were together. She smiled as Diana turned to looked at her with wondering eyes. "You…make me happy, Diana." The other woman admitted, as it was the simplest thing in the world, but to her it was not. To admit she felt safe with someone, to be able to relax seemed hard, as it meant she would let her guard down and trust her. She knew she did. "I feel the same way, fly girl," Diana said and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She didn't mind flying, but she knew Carol loved it more than anything, much like she preferred to stay safe on the ground, the other woman preferred to be soaring through the skies. Maybe not that odd, considering she was a hero on more than one planet and flying made her invincible, stronger somehow. The only difference was that unlike herself, Carol was not. Sure it took a lot to make her be severely hurt, but she had noticed some fast healing bruises on her body the time they had spent together. She knew that even if the suit she wore was probably hard to break through, hard hits and punches could still leave bruises. She wondered how hard a punch would be to fully knock her out, and what force would make her stop breathing fully. She shook it off for now, Carol's body much like her own was still young, and she was a skilled fighter, she knew how to take care of herself. Carol nodded, taking her hand to her lips and kissing it gently as they walked towards her apartment, when she felt something. Her senses peaked as she walked a bit faster, hearing footsteps behind her. She noticed her love was on guard as well as a thug came in front of her, saying, "Hand over your wallet." "I don't think so," she said calmly as noticed there were four of them. "I don't want any trouble, I just want the wallet. You two can go back to whatever you two were doing after you hand them over," he said, his eyes on her. "And I say, back off! I won't tell you twice." Her voice cold as ice. She could easily tell Carol calculating if she should fight them or make a flight for it, most likely she would do the first. The thug came closer, flipping open a blade saying, "Either you hand them over or we will cut open your woman." Carol frowned at this, and knew that if they were a normal couple that line would have made them do just that. Diana shook her head, hissing, "Bad move, very bad move." She turned to Carol whispering, "I got your back, sweetheart, if you have mine?" "Always," Carol said with a nod. So fight it was. She easily took out the men on her side with a couple of kicks, knocking them out by knocking their heads together. Diana took out the man with the knife, bending his hand on the back and forcing him to the ground. She looked at the other man, saying, "If I were you, I would run." He didn't need to be told twice and Diana leaned to whisper, "I told you it was a bad move." She let him go taking Carol's hand walking away from there. The man got up from the ground, knife in hand, going for Diana, but Carol was faster, deflecting him, knocking him out as well. She walked back to her love asking, "Are you alright?" "Yes, I sometimes wonder why people on this earth always are always after trouble. It never serves them well and they never learn," she shook her head. "Because as you say they never learn and therefore repeat the mistakes hoping for another outcome and that in itself is insanity," Carol said calmly. Diana nodded quietly, overlooking the other woman seeing her jacket had been cut in the battle. Worry in her voice now, "Did he hurt you?" "Just a scratch, don't worry about it," she shrugged. Diana shook her head, not speaking, she simply took her hand and led her back to the apartment. Once there she tended to Carol's wound that seemed to be superficial. She pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, dragging her to the bedroom so they could rest.
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