#hurt carol danvers

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this is why The Marvels is so important by the way

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Heat Of The Moment

Pairings: Carol Danvers x fem!reader; Maria Hill x fem!reader (platonic); Nick Fury x fem!reader (platonic)

Warnings: brief mention of injuries; reader gets hurt

Summary: you put yourself in danger one too many times and Carol gets worried. A heart to heart is needed…

Genre: hurt/ comfort

a/n: I watched the Marvels today so Carol’s on my mind ;)

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You were laughing with some of your SHIELD colleagues when Carol marched in. “I want you to quit your job,” she demanded.

“Um.. ok. What’s wrong?”

Your colleagues muttered awkwardly and moved away giving you and Carol some space. You sighed and gestured around you. “You had to do it here?”

“I’m sorry,” she replied gently. “But when Maria Hill calls me up to inform me that my girlfriend’s been injured, I get worried. You didn’t think to mention you got shot?! Twice!”

“Let’s start with the part where Maria called you. Why?” Carol looked away. “Why Carol?”

“Oh it’s ‘Carol’ now?”

“It is until you stop acting so damn mysterious and tell me why my boss has you on speed dial!”

“Ladies!” Nick Fury’s voice rang out across the office. He pointed to the conference room. “Both of you. Now.”

You refused to sit down, instead pacing the length of the room looking anywhere but at Carol. You were angry and confused that she’d gone behind your back and taken protective measures without consulting you.

Carol sat down, watching you and saying nothing. Fury finally broke the silence. “What’s the damn issue? Yelling in the workplace like children is not professional.”

“Going behind my back is not professional!” you shouted. “Checking in on me without involving me is not professional! Having my boss on speed dial is not professional Carol.”

“Please stop calling me Carol!” she snapped. Taken aback, you stared at her in surprise. “And don’t give me that look. You know why. I’m off world 355 days a year. I’m not here. And it’s great you’re working for SHIELD. I know that’s your dream. But then you signed up to missions, to more, and suddenly I’m two galaxies away receiving calls from your boss telling me you can’t talk to me because you’re lying unconscious in a hospital bed, damn near close to dying!” Tears were pooling in your girlfriend’s eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I don’t make it easy. I’m sorry I don’t always communicate. But I’m not quitting missions or SHIELD to make you feel safer. I came alive Carol. Storming those bases, analysing intel, working with the Avengers, working with you… I’m not giving it up now I’ve experienced it. You can’t ask me to do that.”

Carol rubbed at her eyes then looked at you coldly. “Then I guess we’re not meant for each other y/n.” She got up and left the room, ignoring your stammering voice.

“I think you just got dumped,” Fury informed you.

“Yes I’m well aware of that!” you snapped, exiting the room angrily.

You headed straight for your room and fell on your bed, bursting into tears. You were so happy when Carol had first looked at you then talked to you and then eventually kissed you. You had everything you could possibly want… and you’d just lost it all.

***

Several weeks later, you were on a standard recon mission for SHIELD. Captain America was supporting but it was considered unlikely he’d be needed. You knew he was there to keep an eye on Sharon Carter, as they’d recently started seeing each other.

The thought made you smile and your heart ached with a memory of Carol and the cheeky looks she’d send you in meetings that were meant to be serious.

“I’ve got the back,” you informed your team mates on comms, running to a padlocked door. A simple silent detonation device blasted it open and you headed inside, gun at the ready.

“All clear-“ Someone crashed into you making you gasp and drop your gun. You scrabbled with one hand trying to find it and someone trod on your fingers making you yelp.

The attacker picked you up and threw you with force against the far wall. You hit your head, cried out and everything went black.

***

Slowly you opened your eyes to see your hand smothered in bandages, an IV poking out. One leg was in a cast, supported by a sling from the ceiling. You could feel tight skin across your right cheek and winced when you touched it.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Maria strode into the room, clipboard in hand, Dr Cho behind her. “Helen’s done some cell reconstruction on your cheek, it was ripped apart by exposed steel supports in the wall.”

“Deputy Director Hill, with all due respect, Agent y/l/n should be resting right now. She has just had major surgery and needs time to recover. Questioning can wait,” Dr Cho announced.

“Doctor, as I’ve told you, I just need a few minutes to ask some questions.” Maria shot the doctor a firm gaze. “Five minutes.”

Helen muttered then swiftly left the room, talking intently to herself. Maria watched her go then turned to you. “Agent.”

“Maria,” you replied, “you’ve known me for six years.”

“Fine… y/n, don’t you ever pull crap like that again.” Her tone was firm but her eyes twinkled. “You gave us all a fright. What were you thinking charging into danger like that?”

“Cap was on support and I’ve run far more dangerous ops than this one Maria.”

“Cap’s eyes were on Sharon Carter.” Maria sighed. “I’m over-ruling Fury on that one next time.”

“Hmm.. let me be a fly on the wall for that conversation,” you smirked, making Maria roll her eyes.

“Now then, as for the – “

“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!” Carol barged into the room, breathing heavily like she’d run a marathon and glaring at you.

“Why hello to you too,” you replied. “You’ve interrupted a mission debrief so if you join the queue in the corridor…”

“You’re not that popular, don’t flatter yourself,” Maria teased, shutting up when she noticed Carol’s side eye. “Okay, y/n we can resume this later.” She quietly exited the room.

You glared at Carol. “I was working.”

“You got thrown against a brick wall, had your face torn apart by a steel barrier, broke three bones in your foot and fractured four fingers… that is not working!”

“Touche. Someone read my file.”

“Y/n…” Carol whimpered. “Please. Talk to me.”

“As I recall we’re not meant for each other so we probably shouldn’t be talking,” you replied coldly.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry y/n.”

“Sorry isn’t enough anymore.” You leant back on your pillow and closed your eyes. “We’re done here Carol.”

“Sweet…”

“Don’t even start.”

Silence fell. You slowed down your breathing and heart rate. Having Carol back was making you feel all sorts of emotions and you didn’t want to admit you were over the moon to see her. You lay further back against your pillows and soon drifted off into a restless sleep.

***

Hours later you opened your eyes. You turned your head slightly to see painkillers being drip fed into you.

“Hey… how are you feeling?”

You looked tiredly at Carol. “Like I lost a fight with a brick wall.”

“I deserved that.”

“Yeah. You were mean.” You sighed.

“But?”

“What makes you think there’s a but?”

“Always is with you,” she chuckled and your heart leapt at the sound.

“But… so was I. We both said some things.”

“We sure did.”

“We’ve said worse,” you commented dryly making her chuckle again. “But you were mean. I get where you’re coming from though.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You’re away 355 days of the year. You live in space. I’m not always up there. I worry too. This isn’t a one-way street hun.”

“Hun?”

“Term of endearment. Short for honey. Aka you.”

Carol smirked and moved closer, perching on the edge of your bed. She ran a hand over the good side of your face, pressing her fingertips against your lips gently. You kissed them smiling up at her.

“I miss you,” you whispered.

“I was out of line,” she replied. “What I said… I said it because I love you y/n.”

You stared at her. Neither of you had said the three little words yet and hearing her say them made you smile. “I love you too dumbass.”

“Oh I’m the dumbass? You’re the one who took on a brick wall.”

[archivomeow]

when you lost control

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summary -> Carol Danvers can keep her cool… just not when a guy obviously is hitting on her uninterested girlfriend.

pairing -> Carol Danvers/Reader (Established Relationship)

a/n -> If you guys could check out my pinned post, it would mean a lot <3 Also enjoy some protective & gay Carol. This is a very short one shot, like definitely shorter then my usual ones. ALSO TITLE IS A TAYLOR LYRIC (“when you lost control, red blood, white snow” aka “is it over now?”)

You and Carol have been a thing for quite a while, it was tough, she was busy a lot and not-on-earth a lot… But you made it work.

Finally there was a moment where both of you had free time, time to talk, to do anything and everything, so you figured a date is a good idea.

There was one bar in particular that you two haven’t visited yet in the area of your apartment, so that’s where you agreed to meet up, the only issue being that Carol was late. You didn’t expect her to be early, but at least on time. There wad a chance she had to cancel and you two were stuck not seeing each other again, but you still had hope.

Checking your phone made you even more anxious, especially when the time hasn’t changed. As the seat next to you was taken, your annoyance was growing, your disappointment, anger, everything that you weren’t meant to he feeling today is what you were feeling.

“So, what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone?” A voice next to you caught you off-guard, you turned your head just to meet eyes with a man, you in fact didn’t know.

He was about your age or older, smirking at you, his eyes were busy in the mean time looking at your tight dress, which in fact was not for his to look at.

“Waiting.” You kept your tone cold, making sure to not seem interested, him continuing this conversation was the last thing you wanted.

“Well, why don’t I keep you company, hm?” He chuckled like he just said something funny, nothing about this was funny.

There was a pit growing in your stomach and you were just praying for the phone to ring, for your girlfriend to show up, however all you got left was sitting at a bar, stood up as of now and talking to a guy who wanted to score.

“No, thanks.” A polite smile appeared on your face for a moment, just enough for him to see it as an invitation to place his hand on your shoulder.

You could feel his cold fingers brushing over your shoulder, you wanted to run, just leave, instead you…froze. He was in fact talking, but you were in fact not paying attention, you just had to figure out a way to get out…Fast and safe.

The man got quiet, looking behind your back, at something you couldn’t see.

“Hey there, sweeth—“ He didn’t got to finish, as the woman behind you twisted his hand, the one placed on your shoulder before hand.

The blonde pushed him, with a lot of strength, as the guy yelled out for help, she moved closer whispering something into his ear before letting him go.

She turned to you, worry on her face, well after all maybe your date wasn’t ruined, just late.

“Carol.” You sighed in relief, as you shoulders relaxed and soon enough wrapped around the woman.

“Hi honey…” She whispered, her voice was calming you even more, you finally felt at home.

“God… He just came out of nowhere and I—“

“It’s fine… I say we get out of here, hm?” She smiles at you, leading you out of the bar.

The cold air hits your warm skin, making you shiver, the good side is that you get to wear your girlfriend’s jacket.

“So… What did you say to him?”

“Oh, you know… Only nice stuff…” She chuckled before opening the door to her passager seat for you.

[the-widow-sisters]

You want Carol and Monica? Ask and ye shall receive 💖

“Come here, *insert affectionate pet name* or in this case ‘lieutenant trouble’” 🥰

Have at it, bestie 😬💕

A/N: Thank you so, so much for the request!!! I've been dying to write some stuff for Monica and Carol 😂 You know how much they mean to me lol 💗

I hope you enjoy, girl! 🥰🥰🥰

Word Count: 2k+

   Monica stomped through her front door, shutting it behind her resolutely before locking it back behind her once more. She growled under her breath as she placed her purse on the hat rack near her door, and she wiped at her face in frustration.

   “That good of a day, huh?” a voice suddenly spoke up, and Monica slightly flinched as she took in the sight of her aunt reclined there on her couch.

   She had completely forgotten that she had invited her over. The whole mess at work had kept Monica there and she was going to be late for their dinner and movie night. Carol had assured her that she would just order pizza, and sure enough, the pizza was lying there on the coffee table in front of the television just as promised.

   Monica groaned as she shook her head, taking her jacket off.

   “Yeah, just… It’s just something at work,” Monica decided that she would leave it at that, and Carol raised an eyebrow as she watched her carefully.

   “Wanna talk about it?” Carol offered, and Monica sighed, shaking her head.

   “Well, there’s nothing to say outside of the fact that for some reason people still want to undermine and question my authority despite the fact that it was my mother’s organization,” Monica complained, irritation deep within her. Carol remained quiet as she nodded softly, taking it in.

   “It’s just irritating. Just because Hayward led it in mine and my mother’s absence makes people think that his selected assistant director has a right to it now that he’s arrested,” Monica explained a little further, feeling herself getting angrier and angrier as she placed her hands on her hips.

   “Honestly, Hayward himself didn’t even have a right to it when I came back. He was acting director, and if Mama knew what vile, nasty things he did with her organization and her brainchild, she’d…”

   Monica stopped her rant with a deep sigh, closing her eyes as she tightened her fingers’ grip around her hips as she dropped her chin to her chest. There were a few moments of silence as she worked to collect herself once more.

   She opened her eyes and lifted her head finally. However, to her surprise, she saw her aunt with her arms now wide open.

   “Come here, Lieutenant Trouble,” Carol beckoned softly, and Monica raised an eyebrow at her.

   However, despite the fact that she was not in an overly good mood from what had happened at work, she could not entirely deny the appeal of being held by her aunt and cuddled on the couch. It had been years since she last had done it, and since she had reunited with Carol, she had not allowed herself to be this tenderly close with her.

   But ultimately, her desire to feel that sort of comfort again won out, and she hesitantly stepped over to the couch, looking down at Carol.

   “There’s not enough room with you spread out like that,” Monica weakly protested despite knowing what Carol intended.

   Carol looked down at herself, her arms still spread as she looked back up at her niece.

   “Don’t you remember how we used to do it?” Carol questioned, and Monica paused, huffing slightly as she looked at Carol somewhat shyly.

   “Well, yeah, but… I mean…”

   “You’re a big girl now?” Carol suggested, reading Monica’s mind. Monica swallowed, nodding just barely.

   “Yeah.”

   “You’re not too big of a girl to get some love when you need it,” Carol astutely pointed out, not giving up on this entire idea. She wiggled her fingers, encouraging Monica to come into her arms.

   On one hand, Monica was thankful for her persistence because she really did want to curl herself in Carol’s arms again, but on the other hand, she was really nervous because she had not done this in forever and was a little worried about it being awkward.

   Monica looked down at Carol, trying to figure out the least embarrassing and uncomfortable way to do this as Carol waited patiently for her. There was a glimmer of gentleness in Carol’s eyes and Monica knew that she understood her trepidation, but there was also an invitation as she remained steadfast in her request.

   Monica placed her leg on the edge of the couch where Carol’s body was not currently at, and she hesitantly started to lower herself to sit down somewhere around Carol’s lap. However, she paused, and she looked at Carol with a sigh.

   “I don’t know—”

   “It’s okay. Trust me,” Carol assured.

   Monica looked at her for a moment before finally sitting down on Carol’s legs and moving herself to tentatively lay down on her body. She hesitated for just a moment more before letting her head rest on Carol’s chest where Carol’s back was propped up against the arm of the couch.

   Carol hummed in gentle approval, one hand moving to rest on Monica’s back and the other smoothing over her hair softly.

   “There… Nobody’s going to know that big and tough Captain Rambeau wants a little cuddling from her aunt,” Carol assured her, a grin in her voice as she spoke to her.

   Monica furrowed her brow and groaned as she buried her face further in Carol’s chest just below her collarbone, not replying to her as she closed her eyes and took in Carol’s comforting scent.

   Somehow, Carol still smelled the same as she always had. A hint of cigarette smoke and something that was uniquely Carol. Monica was not sure how she still smelled like she did when Monica was a kid, but she was not going to question it. It brought her so much comfort and it reminded her of home. And of her mother.

   Carol’s hand was softly rubbing Monica’s back in reassuring strokes, and Monica turned her head to the side so that she was facing the television, slight awkwardness swelling within her once again as she was reminded of the strangeness of the situation.

   Carol’s touch never wavered, and one hand came to rest on the back of Monica’s head as the other just steadily stroked her back.

   Monica was instantly taken back to when she was a child. She and Carol would watch television together on the couch with Monica curled on top of her while Maria made dinner in the other room.

   “It’s alright. Your mama was so proud of you and if you wouldn’t have been one of the people blipped, she would’ve had you take over instead of Hayward in the end,” Carol assured her softly.

   Monica nodded just a little, but she instantly focused on the fact that Carol was speaking with such certainty about Maria’s wants. It was strange, and she could not help but speak up and question it.

   “You talk like you spoke to her after the blip before she died,” Monica pointed out somewhat curiously, her cheek pressed against Carol still as she somewhat uncomfortably laid there and fought her urge to sink down into her.

   “I did.”

   Monica froze as she took in Carol’s words. She raised up, moving off of Carol as she sat more where Carol’s legs were. Carol moved her legs apart to allow her a place to sit on the couch, but other than that, she simply remained propped on the armrest as she watched her niece.

   She was somewhat impassive at this point, and Monica knew that this was likely a hard conversation for her aunt to have. However, as a grieving daughter, Monica needed to know all she could about her mother’s passing and how she was in the time Monica was not there for her.

   “You saw her again before she died?” Monica questioned, and Carol nodded with a swallow.

   “Yeah… I was with her a lot in those last few months,” Carol confessed, and Monica remained dead quiet, listening intently to every inflection and syllable of Carol’s words. She did not want to miss a single thing when it came to her mother and how she was right before she had passed.

   “The first time I saw her was right after the blip after we took care of Thanos. When we realized that he didn’t have the stones anymore and that what he did was, at least for the near future, permanent,” Carol explained nonchalantly, and there was such an ease in her tone that it made Monica think that she was precisely the opposite of what she was attempting so desperately to portray.

   “She told me about you, and that was when I found out that you were one of the ones lost,” Carol expressed, her voice somewhat small at the end of the statement. She refused to meet Monica’s eyes, and Monica was somewhere between hurting for her and strangely enjoying the fact that Carol actually did care that much.

   While Monica was beginning to truly understand the magnitude of Carol’s love for her and how it had never changed, it still helped the hurting little girl inside to hear evidence of that love.

   “But, um… Shortly after that visit, I ended up shaving my head in solidarity with what she was going through. You should’ve seen the way she looked at me when she first saw it. After the shock wore off and she managed to get out one ‘thank you, I appreciate it’ to me, she laughed and laughed. We both did at that point,” Carol chuckled fondly, remembering the moment.

   Monica smiled just barely, picturing the sight of her mother talking to a bald version of her aunt. Monica could honestly see the humor in the entire thing on her mother’s part, but more than that, she found herself deeply touched at Carol’s attempt to be there for the woman.

   “She told me so much about you and everything that you’ve accomplished, and she caught me up on everything,” Carol remembered.

   Monica remained silent, not sure what to say as a reply. Carol did not say anything either, and there were a few moments that passed before Carol spoke up again.

   “I’m just sorry I wasn’t there to see it all,” Carol confessed.

   Monica nodded, not saying anything as she wordlessly accepted the apology.

   The quiet between them dragged on for just a little too long, and Monica suddenly felt an obligation to reply.

   However, when she started to speak up, Carol let out a soft breath before moving her head toward the pizza, trying to bring things to a happier subject. Monica closed her mouth, realizing that Carol had not actually intended for her to reply to her.

   “You’re probably hungry after taking on the world. Got to keep fueled up if you’re going to kick the naysayers to the curb,” Carol joked as she grinned at her.

   Monica just rolled her eyes, huffing, and Carol laughed a little.

   “I’m not kicking them to the curb,” Monica allowed the change of subject, and Carol moved her head in a noncommittal gesture.

   “I don’t know. If a bunch of people were questioning me and I didn’t really need them, I’d just cut those suckers loose,” Carol stated, and Monica withdrew a slice of pizza, flashing Carol a side glance.

   “That’s not how organizations work,” Monica informed her, taking a bite of the pizza.

   “It’s how they worked back in my day. Somebody getting a little too big for their britches? Fire them,” Carol informed her, sounding quite humorously like an old codger, and Monica shook her head, chewing her pizza.

   “SWORD isn’t a convenience store. You can’t just hire the next bum on the side of the road to work there,” Monica tried to inform her.

   “The bum would probably do a better job than some of those ding dongs you have working with you in there that are too stupid to see you’re amazing.”

   Monica could not help but laugh at the pure honesty in Carol’s voice, simultaneously amused at Carol’s silliness and deeply warmed by her compliment.

   Carol moved so she was mirroring Monica’s position and sitting normally on the couch and only with some hesitation, she wrapped her arm around Monica’s neck, laughing a little at her own joke. After just a second, she leaned in, letting her head rest on Carol’s shoulder as Monica smiled and kept eating her pizza while Carol talked more crap about the people that worked in SWORD.

   They might not be exactly how they used to be, but she knew one thing.

   She would never get too old to get some love from her aunt.

[phox-129]

I am being soooo patient waiting for more The Marvels trio fics (I’ve visited The Marvels ao3 tag at least ten times daily since I saw the movie)

[captain-marveloustime]

listening to foolish one by taylor swift and why is it kinda giving monica waiting for carol to come home for all those years

like can you picture her waiting for anything from her auntie carol and replaying the moment carol said she’d come back soon over and over, trying to make herself believe she’d be back any day now even though it kept getting harder to hold on to as she grew up

[skyler10fic]

You Remind Me of Someone

By Skyler10

Summary: Carol is injured in battle, causing a bout of amnesia! There’s nothing medically accurate in this fic, but it sure makes Daisy sad. Watch her deal with her emotions while caring for her wife, and watch Carol unknowingly fall for her all over again.

For the @ficwip @ficwip5k!

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It should have been me. 

That thought chilled Daisy more than the hospital air conditioner blasting purified air. Her knees bumped against the hard plastic frame of Carol’s hospital bed as she prayed for Carol to open her eyes. 

Daisy had been here before, literally and metaphorically. People had died for her, whether sacrificially or coincidentally, all her life. She’d been the motive for her serial-killing parents, a pawn in wars, a vulnerability to Shield, and a symbol others laid down their lives for, so that she could survive to complete her missions and save countless others—sometimes entire planets. 

And then she met Carol Danvers. They’d fought across the galaxy side by side, fallen in love, and returned home to earth to work for the super-agent division of Shield, led by Daisy’s adoptive parents, Phil Coulson and Melinda May. This seemed to be the solution to Daisy’s curse: followed by Death like a shadow. Carol was mortal, but only just. She aged as slowly as Daisy, had otherwise unimaginable powers, flew without the aid of tech gear, and could use light and heat at her command. She was strong in every way. 

But not even Carol Danvers could escape the effects of the amnesia-inducing Kree truncheon. The blow was meant for Daisy. In a surprise attack, Vin-Tak was not going to let another opportunity pass him by to eliminate the inhuman “abomination” his people had created. Instead, Carol had intercepted the blow with a photon blast, but she paid dearly for her actions. He hit Carol hard, and Daisy hit him harder. He was no match for their team together, and the other super-agents on the team tricked him into a containment pod. 

The team noticed Daisy and Carol weren’t celebrating. Daisy hunched over Carol, mumbling, “No! Please wake up!” Daisy remembered it like an out-of-body experience: Shield paramedics. The sirens of the emergency extract pod they had dubbed “the ambulance.” Her friends pulling her away from Carol’s body as the medics worked.  

She remembered Phil holding her and Melinda paying close attention as the Shield doctor explained Carol’s injuries: a broken arm, significant bruising, shock, and, of course, the truncheon’s trademark amnesia could be expected. Maybe more. Jemma and Fitz, the super team’s best scientists, were already exploring any possible antidote to the amnesiac powers of the truncheon if diplomacy (or threats) to Vin-Tak failed. 

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Daisy had a question she was too afraid to ask the doctor, so she waited until Jemma visited that evening, interrupting Daisy’s cycle of self-blame and guilt and prayers. 

“Knock knock,” Jemma said at the open hospital room door. 

Daisy glanced up. Her voice was low and hoarse when she spoke. “Come in.” 

Jemma sat next to Daisy, and they watched Carol for a few minutes. Alive, with the steady vitals on the monitor above her bed, but unstirred by the presence of others around her.

Daisy broke the silence. “It’s because of the damage before, isn’t it?”

“From the amnesia when she got her powers, yes, but also whatever the Kree did to heal her while replacing her memories. It’s a theory anyway. Daisy, even if Vin-Tak reverses the amnesia or Fitz and I find a solution, it may take a while for them to come back. This isn’t like when Lady Sif recovered instantly. Carol’s memories may be spotty even after she’s healed.”

“But if neither one works…”

Jemma put her hand on Daisy’s. “We aren’t going to let that happen. She’ll come back to us. We just have to give it time.” 

Daisy took her best friend’s promise seriously, sleeping on a cot in Carol’s room and hardly leaving her side. An agreement was made with Vin-Tak, and he reversed the power of the truncheon. Watching the oddly ceremonial scene of the Kree standing over a prone and sedated Carol, Daisy could hardly breathe, waiting anxiously for Carol’s eyes to open. Daisy didn’t know, and honestly didn’t care, what Phil had promised in return. All Daisy knew was that Carol relaxed into more peaceful sleep afterward. 

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The first thing Carol felt before opening her eyes was all-consuming pain. She whimpered and tried to pry open her eyes, but all she saw was a nurse in scrubs bringing her relief. The medicine fought back the pain but also kept her groggy, and she could barely form words to thank them. When they wheeled her to the bathroom, she’d go through the motions instinctually but not really processing any of it: the color of the tile, the temperature of the water at the sink, how she ended up back in bed. Even her own pale, hollow reflection was a stranger. The pattern continued like this, in and out, but she was aware of a presence always beside her. 

She remembered an older woman dying in her arms, perhaps like a mother. Another and another, in various scenes: human, alien, men, women, children… so much death. The thought that it might be her turn made something inside her scream NO. But after all this death she’d witnessed, what else was there? 

Then the pain meds hit, and she felt like she was flying, really flying. The sting of the wind and the energy it took to sustain and the way of moving her body to change direction. She knew it as if it was muscle memory. Instinct. 

If only she could fly away from this pain and the exhaustion. The care and concern of the voices around her (and lack of restraints) told her she was being treated by her own people, but she couldn’t picture the faces of her team. 

Every time pain came back, she gave up trying to puzzle it all out decided she’d rest a little longer. 

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Daisy typed away at her laptop in Carol’s hospital room, on her cot with her back against the wall, positioned so she could glance up to check on Carol and her vitals from time to time. Despite being out of the field for the foreseeable future, Daisy had not slowed down on her work between nurses and doctors bustling in to look after Carol and spout instructions at Daisy before disappearing again. 

The team came to visit between missions, and tonight it was Jemma’s turn. She offered to sit with Carol while Daisy took a break. 

“You need to get out of this room,” Jemma admonished. “I can tell. It’s driving you mad being in this box.” 

Daisy had to admit Jemma was right. She rubbed her eyes with her fingertips. “It’s more the lack of answers. The doctors say Carol seems to be in a healing state. Feel her skin.” 

Daisy nodded to the exposed, slightly glowing skin on Carol’s unbroken arm. 

Avoiding the IV line, Jemma did, and just as she had suspected, it was burning hot. Carol’s power was clearly trying its best to heal her from the inside out. 

“I thought she might,” Jemma confessed. “I suggested as much to the doctors, but I didn’t know there’d be such a strong sedative effect of the combination of her powers with the IV cocktail to keep her comfortable in the meantime.” 

The IV bag still had hours of medicine left in it. The screen nearby told them Carol’s vitals remained stable, and despite the warmth of her skin, she didn’t have a fever.

“A shower would be really nice,” Daisy sighed. 

“Go! Shower, get some clean clothes, eat something that isn’t hospital food, have a walk…”  

“Okay, okay, I’m going. All of that sounds really good.” Her guilty expression as she looked to Carol prompted Jemma to lightly pull her off the cot and toward the door. Daisy gave Jemma a tired half-smile and put her laptop in her bag. 

“I’ll be back soon,” she said softly, more to Carol than Jemma. 

“Take your time!” Jemma called after her as Daisy left reluctantly. 

As much as she wanted a shower, her stomach told her food was a requirement first. She headed to the pizza shop across the street and took it to-go, eating at a picnic table with a view of the sunset over the city. One tower of Hospital Hill was dedicated to the general public, but as with most such buildings, no one suspected the other tower was reserved for the intelligence agencies, with a floor of beds specific to Shield with restricted access, even excluding those in other agencies with top security clearances. 

Still, Daisy could clock who was here for Tower One or Tower Two. She entertained herself with this game until she was done eating, then headed back to the old red-brick 1940s “factory” that held their secret base. Home.

—---------- 

Daisy didn’t remember falling asleep on top of the bed fully clothed, but she awoke, clutching a fresh T-shirt, all the same. She’d been searching for a specific pair of yoga pants before her involuntary nap had taken over, proving she was more tired than she thought. By the darkness outside, she’d been gone from the hospital longer than planned, so she wasn’t surprised when Jemma called, expecting her to ask about when Daisy was coming back. 

“I’m so sorry, I will be right there,” Daisy said as soon as she answered. “I just need a shower first.” 

“No, no. That’s not—” Jemma’s tone quieted Daisy’s embarrassment. “The doctor gave her a different painkiller, and it’s not causing the same sedation.” 

“Is she awake? Like really awake?” Of course, as soon as Daisy left her side, that would be when she regained full consciousness. Figures.

Jemma hesitated. “Gradually. There’s good news and, well, the news we expected. She is asking for you, but only as the woman who was there before. She knew you were there the whole time. She just can’t remember who you are, or any of us.”

Daisy’s world stopped. Carol didn’t remember her. They’d known this might be a possibility, even with Vin-Tak restoring her memory with the truncheon. 

“She will, though? She will. It just takes time, right?” Daisy gasped for air. “That’s what you said before. We just have to be patient. She’ll heal.”  

“Daisy, I need you to breathe. I think you’re having a panic attack, yeah?” 

Daisy nodded, forgetting Jemma couldn’t see her, but Jemma interpreted the silence correctly.

“Keep breathing with me. Now, here’s what we’re going to do,” Jemma said in her best gentle but firm doctor bedside-manner voice. “We’re going to let Carol adjust. Let her come back a little at a time. Right now, you’re going to take a shower, and then—only when you’re ready—you can come back here where you need to be. Is that all right?” 

“Okay, yes.” Daisy inhaled deeply, collecting herself. “I can do this.” 

“We can do this. You aren’t doing this alone. The whole team is here for you and Carol. Whatever you need.” 

What she needed was her wife back. She needed Carol to hold her and tell her everything was fine, but of course, that was the problem. 

Off the phone with Jemma, Daisy went through the motions of caring for her body, but the shower unleashed something in her that had been held back for days until it burst out in deep, heavy sobs. 

She struggled to catch her breath and slid down to the tile floor. With the safety and privacy of the water, she let all the grief and fear and trauma spill out through her gasps. She’d tried to hold it together for Carol, but now with it confirmed that Carol’s amnesia was still holding on, despite Vin-Tak reversing the effects of the truncheon, the tears were unstoppable. She thought of having to pretend Carol wasn’t her wife, to keep from drowning her with explanations, which would be terrifying to hear from a stranger. She realized Carol wouldn’t be able to say “I love you” back with any sincerity, no longer knowing who Daisy was to her.

Some childish part of her wanted it to be easy. That she’d walk back in the door of that hospital room and Carol would see her and instantly know. Even if it was too much to hope for that the mere sight of Daisy would bring back all of Carol’s memories, at least maybe Carol would see Daisy and instantly recognize her. Some part of her would know they were bonded for life. And still love her. 

She’d pictured a thousand ways of losing Carol. But given Daisy’s history and their shared profession, all of them assumed death. Never once did she account for having to live with a Carol who didn’t know her. But, she reminded herself, they were both alive. And Jemma was giving her hope that Carol would come back, in time. So the challenge, for however long, was clear: to start over fresh and woo her wife all over again.

Daisy sniffed and shakily stood back up in the shower. She could do this. She had survived orphanages and foster homes, homelessness and Shield training, government plots and xenophobia, space and time travel, fighting super villains and her own inner demons. Daisy Johnson, super-agent of Shield, could do anything. 

And don’t get her started on her wife’s power.

With fire in her eyes and anger at the universe fueling her determination, she packed for the hospital like she was prepping for a mission. She wore her backpack and slung her duffle bag over her shoulder, then marched out of the base and right back to Carol’s bedside.

—------------ 

Despite the (understandable) panic at learning she was missing her memories and wasn’t recognizing people she should, Carol relaxed as the familiar hot girl came back. Jemma had said the hot girl’s name was Daisy. Carol’s head hurt too much to decipher why this answer made Jemma nearly laugh and cry at the same time. Carol understood Daisy was her partner, but Jemma wouldn’t say more. She needed to remember on her own so they were sure the amnesia was fading. Jemma recounted what she knew of the battle that had landed her here but said Daisy would know more. 

Maybe it was the way Daisy looked at her, but something about this “partner” of hers both comforted her and made her heart race. 

“Hey,” Daisy smiled but it was so sad that Carol made it her personal mission to cheer her up. Something to focus on besides being a stranger to her own life.

“Hey,” Carol returned. “Jemma tells me that you’re Daisy, right? And we work together?”

“Yeah!” Daisy sat down on the cot. Carol realized Daisy must have been sleeping here, noticing the state of the room in a different way now. “Did Jemma tell you what we do for work?” 

Before Carol could answer, Daisy swiped a finger through the air and the door to the room shut gently but swiftly. 

Carol’s eyes lit up, but she played it safe. “She didn’t, but I can guess. We help people, maybe in ways that normal people can’t? Maybe ways that are considered… super?” 

Daisy smiled in earnest now. “Yeah, there are a few of us on our team with powers, but yours? Yours are on a whole other level. Do you remember them?”

Carol tilted her head and paused for a moment, taking in more of Daisy. She squinted, and let the loudest thought out of her head, as odd as it sounded in response. “Your hands are always cold.”

“Oh.” Daisy wasn’t expecting this answer and looked away, but confirmed, “You warm them up.” 

Carol fought the urge to vocalize how warm Daisy made her feel. If they had a workplace-appropriate relationship, she didn’t want to scare Daisy off or cross a line. 

“But you do a lot more than that,” Daisy continued. When she turned back to Carol, she stood and held out a hand. Carol took it and cautiously mirrored her, making sure to lean on the side of the bed. With one arm broken and the other attached to an IV, she couldn’t exactly catch herself if she fell. Up until today, she had been too loopy to know much beyond that her most basic needs were being taken care of and she didn’t have to fight their healing efforts. 

“Good,” Daisy praised at Carol’s steadiness. “But I want you to do more than stand. This might sound crazy, depending on how much you remember, but I want you to—” 

Carol knew where Daisy was going with this and levitated off the ground. Familiar warmth shot through her, and she let go of Daisy’s hand to fly as high as her IV would let her. It was like coming home to herself.

“It’s everything more recent that’s fuzzy.” Carol savored the moment but landed, close to Daisy. She watched the yellow, white, and purple light fade from her fingers. “The last thing I remember, I was on a space station that was about to explode. Did explode. But I’m guessing this is Earth, right? How did I get back?”

She looked at the window, the English on the signs around her, the 21st-century technology. 

“That was about five years ago,” Daisy sighed. Carol’s balance wobbled. “Let’s get you back into bed so you don’t fall over.”   

She was missing five years again . 

“Do you remember Agent Coulson?” 

Carol struggled to remember the name. “He was a friend of Fury’s?” 

“Yeah. He’s our boss. And my dad.” Daisy shrugged. “Adopted dad. It’s a complicated story.” 

Carol frowned. “I’ll remember it eventually, right?” 

Daisy hesitated, rubbing the swirl of a tattoo on her left ring finger. “Yeah, of course.” 

Carol’s eyelids grew heavy, and her head sank into the pillow. Using her powers drained her energy faster than she expected, but she fought the exhaustion. “Do you promise?” 

The question came out more childlike than intended, but Daisy simply brushed Carol’s hair back. “I promise.”

Carol’s last thought as she drifted off to sleep was that Daisy’s touch was as effective for her frightened mind as any medicine was for her aching body. 

—----------------- 

The next few days were focused on Carol’s physical health, with the doctors taking fervent notes on how rapidly her body was healing. And if she stumbled or lost her balance, Daisy was always there to lean on, literally, as she recovered. 

They weaned Carol off the IV, and all that was left to heal were her broken arm and missing memories. Daisy and their team answered Carol’s questions with facts or light half-answers. They were advised to let Carol’s mind heal without retraumatizing her or overwhelming her, so they did their best to hide their heartache at her confusion. 

Daisy sensed Carol had a secret of her own. Carol might not remember Daisy, but Daisy knew Carol better than anyone. It killed Daisy how Carol looked at her, but for the opposite reason Daisy expected it would. Carol didn’t look at her as a stranger but with the same spark and affection as always. It just didn’t mean what it had. 

She wore that look now, as they waited in the hospital room for the nurse to summon her for her arm X-ray. With good results, her tight, stiff Shield super-cast would be replaced by a much lighter, comfortable model. Then, home. Daisy had no idea how to proceed from here. They had gotten in a rhythm in the hospital room. Not a long-term one, but for the situation, they adapted, as they always had. Now, Daisy had to figure out how to explain to Carol that they were each other’s “partners” in every sense. 

Carol was watching her, a question on her lips. Instead of asking it, she smiled and shook her head, as if dismissing the thought entirely. 

“What?” Daisy asked. “I can tell you want to say something, and it’s okay.”

Carol moved to sit on the edge of the bed, facing Daisy and cradling her cast with the other arm. Her expression flashed with a challenge. “You promise you won’t be offended?” 

“I can take it.” Daisy laughed, as amused as she was curious. 

Carol licked her lips. “Listen, I know there’s a lot of context I’m missing. So we may have been over this already. But just in case we didn’t… This is a fresh start for me, in a way. I know my memories are coming back, but it’s still made me realize that life is short, and we need to take the chance, you know? Just jump.” 

She reached out her healthy arm and Daisy took her hand. “Sorry, I’m not really following here. What are we jumping into?” 

“I don’t want to wait anymore. I don’t care what Shield rules it would be breaking.” Carol took a deep breath and shrugged her good shoulder. “I’m falling in love with you. I think we’ve have been for a long time, and maybe we were just too scared to say it. And I can tell you feel the same way. You’ve been right here the whole time. Daisy, I don’t remember much of what we’ve been through as partners on this super team, but I don’t think this is what people do when they are just coworkers.”

Carol gestured to the unmade sheets on the cot Daisy was sitting on. 

Daisy’s brain caught up with Carol’s confession. Carol didn’t remember they were married and yet felt something between them. She thought it was a forbidden coworker love. Daisy tried hard not to giggle at the bittersweet irony but couldn’t help the watery smile that bloomed. 

“You’re right. I didn’t know how to tell you—” but that sentence would remain unfinished as the nurses burst in to accompany Carol to her X-ray. Daisy would wait in the room, confession unspoken that not only was their workplace romance mutual, as Carol suspected Daisy’s answer to be, but that they had sealed the deal years ago. 

The words died on Daisy’s lips as she was left alone. She exhaled and ran a hand through her hair before retrieving her laptop. She had about a dozen emails from Jemma asking about details for Carol’s homecoming, from whether they needed to make up a guest room for Carol to what kind of cake she would like. 

Daisy had a feeling that even if Carol didn’t remember they were married, she’d be very on board with sharing a room and a bed. Mission accomplished. She’d helped Carol heal and won her all over again. It wasn’t as magical as if merely the sight of Daisy had brought back Carol’s memories, but fairytale was overrated. Eventually, the amnesia would fade and, as Carol said, this was a fresh start. 

Now just to figure out how to tell her just how correct her assessment of their feelings had been…

—--------------- 

Carol held her hand still for the X-rays, but the best feeling in the world was getting to flex her fingers and roll her wrist around on the walk back to her hospital room. The doctor noticed. 

“Does that hurt at all? Any limits on your range of motion?” 

Carol considered his questions they approached her room. “It’s really sore, but that’s probably normal, right? From being in the cast and the bruises?” 

She tested it out, stretching as they walked through the doorway and Daisy noticed their entrance. 

The doctor took her arm and prodded, pressed, and gently moved her fingers and wrist around, telling her to say something as soon as she felt any pain. 

She stayed quiet. He stopped and watched her face for any cringe or hidden discomfort. “Actually feels good, like stretching when you’ve been in the same position too long.” 

“I’ll be right back.” He rushed out of the room and down the hall in the direction of the radiology lab they had just left. 

Carol and Daisy were alone again. 

“So, you were saying?” Carol prompted. Instead of answering, Daisy took Carol’s newly freed left hand and pressed a kiss to the back, then made a face. 

“Whatever they put on that does not taste good. Kinda metallic?” 

Carol sniffed it herself and laughed. “I’ll go wash it off. If the doctor comes back and says not to get it wet or they’ll have to keep me here another week, tell him I snuck out the back way.” 

Daisy laughed and rolled her eyes. She didn’t say anything but watched Carol closely as she walked to the ensuite. 

Carol noticed something that wouldn’t wash off. She held her hand up and looked closer. When had she gotten a tattoo? Well, that was obvious: during the five years her memory was missing. It was a flower on her left ring finger. Oddly specific placement. The stem and little leaves continued all the way around, with the petals in a circle on top, right where a diamond would traditionally be, shaped almost like a… daisy. 

Oh. OH. 

Carol rushed out of the bathroom and held out her left hand. She could hardly form words, just gaping at the grinning woman waiting for her to figure it out. 

“It’s you.” Carol’s heart raced as she looked to the flower tattoo and to Daisy, whose tears were pooling in her sparkling eyes. 

“Always,” Daisy promised, rushing to hold Carol close. Carol embraced her tightly and choked back her own tears of grief for the missing memories and for their love being more real than she imagined. 

Carol pulled back. “I’m sorry I can’t remember much.”

“It’s okay,” Daisy soothed. “Give it time.” 

“Why do I remember rain?” 

Daisy nodded in encouragement. “It was raining on our honeymoon on the day we got these.” 

Daisy held her own left hand up so Carol could see the treble clef that wove over the top of Daisy’s ring finger and around. 

“It’s beautiful,” Carol said in awe. “So I was right that we’d had that conversation before. But how? I want to know everything.” 

“Actually,” Daisy corrected with a flirtatious bat of her lashes, “we didn’t need that coworkers-to-lovers confession because we were pretty obvious from day one. You said the last thing you remembered was the exploding spaceship five years ago. I was on the closest ship, which became your extract team. We tripped pulling you in, and you landed right on top of me and made some joke about getting to know each other first or at least buying you a drink. And I did, and then we did…” 

“Wow, I moved in fast?” Carol raised an eyebrow. “Too fast?”  

“It was very mutual,” Daisy assured. “Two years later, you popped the question. We’d just finished a mission and were hiking back to the plane, alone with an amazing view, looking out over a valley and all these mountains.”

“Impressed with past me! Not bad. And you said yes?” 

Daisy gave Carol what she was fishing for. “Hell yes. And then a year later, we said for better or worse, in sickness and in health. Which is good because we’re not as indestructible as they all think.” 

The doctor interrupted again, this time trying to contain his excitement at her medical marvels.

“Agent Danvers, we have excellent news. Not only can you go home today, but you won’t need a new cast. No work yet, at least not in the field, and nothing too strenuous, but you seem to have healed yourself.” 

“Uhh… Thank you,” Carol stuttered out. She hadn’t expected that. She’d been cherishing these moments of freedom before being wrapped up in at least a brace.

He asked a few questions about her amnesia and took notes on his tablet. 

“I remember a lot more now.” Carol took her wife’s hand. This was the most unbelievable part of this whole week. Not the blue guy with a memory-erasing and -restoring truncheon. Not that she was on a Shield superhero team. It was that she’d not only fallen in love with Daisy twice now, but this incredible woman was her wife. That part seemed too good to be true. 

The doctor noted the intention behind Carol’s words and his lips turned up at the corner. “Good to hear. If you need to talk to someone, whether in neurology or psychology to process what you’ve been through, here’s the numbers to call for each.” He handed Carol a card, and she passed it to Daisy for safekeeping. 

They checked out and left the hospital together, ready to start their new chapter. 

—------------------ 

In the early hours of the morning a week later, Carol rolled over in their bed onto her sore shoulder and the pain jolted like a lightning bolt to her brain. The last missing pieces flooded in, and in her drowsy state, it hardly registered that this wasn’t a nightmare. It was a flashback: Vin-Tak ready to steal Daisy from her, getting there too late, the impact of the truncheon, and falling with her arm at just the wrong angle. 

She whimpered and, as a defensive reflex, curled up tightly. This woke Daisy up as Carol’s knee hit her lower back. 

“Ow.” Daisy rolled over and saw Carol’s furrowed brow and tightly shut eyes. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” 

Daisy pulled Carol close, and after a minute, Carol panted and eventually relaxed. When her eyes opened, it was like a dark curtain lifted from her brain. 

“Daisy.” Carol said it with a clarity and recognition and awe that had been slowly fading in, now fully restored. “I’m back.” 

[ily-fictional-women]

Help

Summary: A surprise visit turns out to be perfect timing. 

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Gn!Reader

Warnings: TW for self-harm!! While this is a hurt comfort fic please understand this could be triggering to you or others, be mindful. 

Word count: 1154

a/n: As I mentioned earlier I’m not posting about my other ongoing fic right now because I want to take a break from it so I don’t rush things like I did the last chapter. Anyways, if you’re currently struggling with mental health talk to a professional or someone you trust. I hope you enjoy the fic, sending much love! Also editor creds to my bsf who doesn’t want me @’ing them yet. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.) 

No one talks about what happens behind the scenes as an Avenger. While they all smile and pose for cameras all the time, no one is truly happy 24/7. Everyone is hurting in some way no matter how well they hide it. And the pain was becoming too much for Y/n. They were drowning in their thoughts, and with Carol being gone for a few months on an off-world mission it only got worse. The days became longer and the nights felt colder with no one there. Y/n had no one, no one. Or that is what the small voices Y/n felt in their head. The voices got louder and louder. 

Because of that eventually, they did. Y/n was alone and Carol isn’t supposed to come home for about a month or two. This could give them enough time to blame it on something else. Closing the bathroom door to their apartment Y/n took the cold metal to their wrist. As the blood started to spill they felt some satisfaction. It felt like the internal pain that had been building up was finally released. Some people believe harming yourself is solely for attention, but it isn’t. It’s about feeling a type of pain you can describe to others and understanding yourself when you can’t do the same with the pain you feel inside. 

As Y/n drew more lines they felt a release. A release of emotion they couldn’t share with anyone. But then they heard a loud heavy thump. It was Carol– she came home early. Carol typically lands on Y/n’s apartment balcony, and while they usually saw it as romantic and cute, now was the worst time. 

Carol slides the glass door to the balcony entrance walking into the living room before closing the door. “Babe?” she hollered out. Carol searched the living room and kitchen searching for Y/n. Then she searched the bedroom expecting to find her partner asleep. But all she saw was an empty bedroom with the bathroom door closed. Carol laughed “Sweetheart, you’re not hiding from me right.” 

Shit. The wave of guilt already started to wash over Y/n. Not trying to alarm Carol they did their best to sound okay “N- no, no I’m not hiding Carol.” The small stutter and the weak laugh that followed the reply weren’t convincing enough for Carol though. “Y/n, you’re scaring me. Are you okay in there?” More panic started to fill Y/n as they didn’t have time to clean the wounds. “I’m okay Carol, p- promise.”  

With Y/n’s voice sounding teary Carol tried to open the door “Y/n? Why is the door locked? You never lock this door.” The insistent questions set in even more panic for Y/n “Carol, it’s nothing.” Y/n starts tearing up and their voice cracks. “Please just leave me alone for a second.” Mid-sentence they had started to cry making Carol break the doorknob and open the door. Immediately Y/n held their arms behind their back holding the blade in one hand. 

“Y/n, honey. What’s behind your back? And why are you crying? Did something happen?” 

“Carol, I told you it’s nothing!” 

While Carol was focusing on Y/n’s face she did look down for a second, noticing the small droplets of blood dripping on the tile. “Oh my god, Y/n your bleeding!” Carol took one of Y/n’s wrists seeing the cuts. This made Y/n slowly collapse onto the floor leaning against the cold porcelain bathtub behind them. What started as small tears slowly turned to sobs as Carol knelt next to Y/n. 

“Baby, baby. It’s okay.” 

Y/n cried out “It’s not okay Carol! I’m scaring you and you’re probably mad at me fo-” Carol cut them off sternly “Don’t say that. Look at me okay.” She took Y/n’s chin gently motioning their head to look at her “I will never be mad at you for something like this.” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay, good. Now Y/n I need you to give me the knife and tell me where your first aid kit is.” 

Y/n wiped away some of their tears while handing Carol the blade “The first aid kit is under the sink to your left.” As Carol started taking out the first aid kit and the alcohol next to it, Y/n started to profusely apologize “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Carol.” But Carol shushed them “It’s okay Y/n. There’s nothing to be sorry for I just need to get you cleaned up right now okay? You didn’t cut that deep, you’re okay Y/n.” Y/n nodded, the burn of the alcohol seeping into their cuts as Carol clean off the blood surrounding them and made them whimper. 

“I know, I know baby. We’re almost done. I just need to put some cotton on them then wrap your arm up.” 

After a few more minutes Y/n was finally patched up. “Can I ask you something Y/n?” They nodded. “Is there any more?” 

“Any more what Carol?” 

“Anymore blades or knifes Y/n. Was that your only one?” 

Y/n looked down at their arm, not able to look Carol in the eye “No, it’s the only one I use.” 

“Okay, I just want you to be safe.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Of course, but I think we need to talk more about this Y/n.” Carol stood up also helping them get up as they both went into the bedroom sitting on the bed. “You want me to hold you while we talk?” Y/n cracked the smallest smile that faded as fast as it appeared before nodding. Nestling themself into Carol's side so Carol could rub their back, Y/n felt at peace. 

“So, Y/n. What’s wrong? Just talk to me.”    

“The depression was getting worse. I guess it just felt like I had no one. I was hurting enough to the point I needed a different kind of a pain to focus on.” 

“I know, and I get that. But Y/n, that relief is only temporary. It only makes things better for a moment.” 

“That’s the point though Carol” they started to tear up again “I just needed a moment of relief. I needed something to make me feel better for a moment.” 

Carol wipes away the tears that started to fall from Y/n’s eyes “Okay, just please, if you ever feel that urge again. Please, talk to me, or anyone else. Or do something that feeds that urge but doesn’t hurt yourself as much.” 

“I promise.” 

“Okay.” There was a moment of silence between the two as they each held onto the other. While to Y/n it did at times feel like they had no one, Carol was here. One day at a time, talking every day one day at a time is what it takes.

[daisy-mooon]

Blue

Whumptober Day 12: Red

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Monica can’t help but stare at Carol as she steps out into the full gaze of the fluorescent lights of her ship. She’s only sitting on her bed, a comfy thing set in a cubby that’s covered in a cosy mess of blankets and pillows, but somehow it’s only in this lighting that she’s aware of the person her aunt has become.

Her mother had always described Carol as red - the red of defiant anger, the red of cracked knuckles and bloody noses, the red of fire. Yet here she is, slumped against the wall of the cubby and bleeding blue.

Dar-Benn didn't go easy on her. Her face is a myriad of bruises, and despite the fact that the Kree supposedly had accelerated healing, Carol's face continues to leak a poisonous teal. 

She looks like a horribly distorted version of the person she once knew. Her skin is too pale, her hair washed out, her veins too blue. Hunched like this, gingerly nursing the stains of blue off her face, there is not a hint of red on her skin. She half wants to call her Vers, and the thought is horrifying. It's the idea that she died and came back wrong, came back as someone else entirely, that makes it worse, until all she can see is a blur of teal and she feels violently, desperately ill.

The pieces of her aunt sit in front of her and bleed. She doesn't know how to match them up to the version of her that she was supposed to be.

[renjunbabygirl]

i wrote another the marvels fic!!!!! another gen hurt/comfort fic surprise surprise. i love them

[stupidlyqueer]

ask box's open for little silly Azula, Tyzula & Azutara prompts!

only rules are:

SFW (they're children)

simple enough I can write it in 500 words or so (I'll lose motivation otherwise)

all ideas I have are Azula whump stuff so I need help

[torntruth]

IT’S  BEEN  A  COUPLE  OF  WEEKS,   HASN’T  IT?    ancient  greek  evil  was  so  last  week,   this  week  it’s  a  kree  highly  advanced  artificial  intelligence.    mostly.    vox  supreme  was  a  person  once,   merged  with  the  supreme  intelligence.   it’s  a  lot  and  now  they’re  in  carol’s  head.   of  course.    also  mostly,  if  they  were  truly  in  her  thoughts,   this  might  be  freaking  her  out  even  more.   that  is  not  a  traumatic  spot  that  actually  healed.   it’s  just  the  suit  she  can’t  really  remove,   built  in  tracker,   and  the  threat  of  hundred  lives  if  she  doesn’t  do  this.    THE  SUIT  IS  RED  AND  BLACK,   helmet  on  so  that  no  one  can  she  who  she  is.   thor  and  tony  are  gone,  t’challa’s  next.   at  least,   until  a  very  familiar,   old  spartan  makes  an  appearance.   this  is  a  lot  of  thinking.   carol’s  who’s  hovering  there  menacingly  may  be  able  to  just  take  off  the  helmet  and  talk  kassandra  away.    that  could  also  be  dangerous  if   ...

then  carol  just  propels  herself  forward,   straight  for  kassandra.   at  a  speed  that  could  only  resemble  the  shooting  star  she  is. 

controlled  carol  verse  ft.  @ofspvrta​ ,

[randomcanbian]

Ten fandoms, ten characters

Tagged by the incredible, amazing @tuiyla!

It was so incredibly hard to limit this to a top ten lmfao, but I guess I eventually managed it 😂 Priority was given to characters who made a huge impact on my life, then next to characters who gave me immense Blorbo Feels at the time and whom I still remember fondly, with one or two currently giving me brain worms at the moment.

In alphabetical order:

Antigone Funn (Wooden Overcoats)

Bak Sun (Sense8)

Byleth Eisner (Fire Emblem)

Carmilla Karnstein (Carmilla)

Cousland (Dragon Age)

Fatin Jadmani (The Wilds)

Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck)

Renee Montoya (DC Comics, specifically Greg Rucka's run)

Santana Lopez (Glee)

Shepard (Mass Effect)

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[the-widow-sisters]

Please do Natasha and Carol with the promt "She was unconscious when I found her."

A/N: Aww, thank you so, so much for this request 🥺💞💞💞 I haven't done something for these two in a long while and it was super nice to write a little something for them. I love Natasha and Carol and their friendship 💗💗💗

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   Natasha had started to get extremely worried about Yelena. She had gone to the Avengers compound to do something with Carol, but she had been gone way too long and she had not answered any of Natasha’s calls or texts.

   Natasha was getting ready to head to the compound, but she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Natasha furrowed her brow, heading over as she opened the door.

   To her shock, there was Carol standing there with Yelena in her arms as she held her with an arm under her knees and an arm under her head and shoulders. Natasha gaped at the both of them, fear gripping her as her mind instantly went to the worst.

   “She was unconscious when I found her,” Carol softly pointed out, and Natasha instantly freaked out even more.

   “What happened?! Is she okay?!” Natasha demanded, moving forward quickly as she touched Yelena’s face, holding it in her hands as she tried desperately to figure out if she had any injuries.

   “She’s fine. I think she was just really tired,” Carol told her, and Natasha looked at her blankly for just a moment before she realized that her statement truly did make sense.

   Upon closer examination, Yelena was sound asleep, and Natasha knew that Carol must have been right. Yelena had not been getting any sleep lately, and all it took must have been just a bit of downtime for her to completely pass out on Carol.

   Natasha moved out of Carol’s way, allowing her to come in as she started to guide her to the back of the house where Yelena’s room was. Fanny was at Carol’s heels, trying to sniff Yelena as they went.

   “She had decided to take a break when we were sparring, and so I just headed over to blow some time on the punching bag. I was talking to her, and when I realized she wasn’t responding, I looked and she was asleep against the wall.

   Natasha nodded slowly, the fear dissipating from her as relief settled in upon her.

   Natasha opened her bedroom door, and Carol moved through the doorway, carrying Yelena to the bed as she gently laid her down on it. Natasha softly shut the door behind her, keeping Fanny from coming in so that she would not wake Yelena up.

   Once Carol moved away, Natasha headed in, placing her hand on Yelena’s head as she swiped the hair out of her face. Yelena hardly stirred, and Natasha knew that Yelena was truly and deeply exhausted if she did not react to touch at all. However, she always had sort of a sixth sense when it came to knowing who precisely was touching her in her sleep, and if it was Natasha, she usually did not stir.

   Natasha could not help a gentle smile. She softly raised up and moved away, and she stopped next to Carol at the foot of the bed.

   “Thank you for bringing her,” Natasha expressed softly, and Carol shrugged easily.

   “You’re welcome. It wasn’t a big deal,” Carol assured her, looking down at the shorter woman. Natasha shook her head.

   “I’m just thankful because she’s so comfortable with you,” Natasha gently expressed, and Carol raised her eyebrows.

   “Really?” Carol questioned, and Natasha nodded easily, finding herself slightly more tender and in touch with her emotions than usual because of her immense worry from earlier and from Carol coming in and quelling all of her worries in her usual dependable manner.

   “Yeah… She fell asleep in front of you, so that definitely means she trusts you a ton,” Natasha spoke up, her voice soft as she tried to keep from disturbing Yelena.

   Carol simply gazed at her wordlessly, taking it in. Natasha suspected that Carol already had some suspicion of this.

   “She really cares about you, and you’re honestly one of the only female people that I’ve seen her get along with so quickly,” Natasha admitted, and Carol’s expression shifted slightly to reflect her surprise.

   Carol was silent for just a moment, presumably in thought, and Natasha just watched her baby sister from where they were standing near the foot of the bed, her chest rising and falling softly as she slept deeply.

   “I knew she cared, and I knew it was special. I guess I just didn’t know it was quite that out of the ordinary for her,” Carol voiced her thoughts aloud, and Natasha huffed, smiling at her softly.

   “Trust me, for her to actually let you touch her as much as you have and for her to actively seek you out to spend time with you one-on-one is not something she does with hardly anyone besides me or Peter,” Natasha explained, and Carol nodded slowly. Natasha felt her heart warming as she realized Yelena was snoring just barely at this point.

   Carol huffed, lightly bumping her shoulder into Natasha’s as she looked over at her.

   “At least I’ve won over one of you,” Carol joked softly, allowing a bit of dramatics to enter her voice as she tried to mess with the redhead.

   Natasha just narrowed her eyes playfully, bumping into her in return.

   “I happen to think a lot of you, too, Danvers. You’ve become one of the people I trust the most, actually,” Natasha expressed, and Carol looked somewhat taken aback as she turned her attentions solely to Natasha.

   “You’re a really great friend, and you’ve always been willing to be there for me and my sister, and that means a lot,” Natasha admitted, and Carol slowly nodded as she soaked in the words. Natasha offered her a bit of a smile, knowing that the blonde had her own issues and that the words must have meant an awful lot to her.

   There was dead silence for a few long moments, and Natasha allowed her to think all of it through.

   “Last time someone said something to me like that was when she was pregnant with my niece,” Carol confessed, her voice so quiet that it could barely be heard if Natasha had not have been paying close attention.

   “And I ended up letting her down,” Carol admitted, trying to make the words more casual than they actually were. However, Natasha knew the depth of them, and she wasted no time in softly reaching her hand up to touch the woman’s back.

   Carol was numerically so much older than her and could be wise beyond her years, but in some ways, it was like dealing with Yelena or Kate. There was some part of her that carried a youthful air, and the way that she seemed to handle losing Maria— the torture and pain of it hiding within her every second of every day— reminded Natasha quite a bit of her own baby sister.

   While usually Carol was like a good friend to her, the both of them on an equal playing field, it was in these few and far between moments of weakness that Natasha wanted to be the big sister to her since it was a guidance and love that she so clearly was craving and missing in her life.

   “You didn’t let her down. You’ve got Monica back now and as far as I’ve seen, you’ve been the best person in her life since her mother,” Natasha explained, and Carol remained quiet as she took in the words, letting Natasha affectionately run her hand up and down her back.

   “You were never perfect, but no one could expect you to be because none of us are. You’re human, and things happen that none of us want or mean for,” Natasha explained, and Carol swallowed, tears finally showing in her eyes. Natasha could tell that she was trying to fight them with all that she had.

   “As far as I’ve seen, you’re the best friend that anyone could ask for,” Natasha stated, nothing but the most confidence in her tone. Carol worked her jaw, listening to Natasha’s words, and she raised her arm to wrap it around Natasha in return, putting it around her shoulders.

   “Wow, Nat. You’ve really got a way with words, huh?” Carol joked, trying to muster some amount of playfulness to dispel the thickening air around them.

   “I’ve got a way with the truth,” Natasha answered, patting Carol’s back, and Carol just huffed, shaking her head as they went back to looking down at Yelena.

   Carol took in a deep breath before turning her attentions back over to Natasha.

   “Do you have a sharpie?” Carol asked, dead seriousness in her tone. Natasha furrowed her brow, letting her hand drop as she looked at her strangely.

   “Yeah… Why?” Natasha asked, and Carol allowed a smile to break through her poker face.

   “I was thinking I could give Squishy here a little surprise,” Carol pointed out, tilting her head in Yelena’s direction to accentuate her words.

   Natasha sighed deeply, shaking her head, and Carol just grinned, laughing as quietly as she could manage to keep from waking Yelena.

   Carol was one of a kind. But Natasha truly appreciated her. Teasing and all.

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