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—- 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓. #SeductiveSunday time.

ENDGAME SPOILERS // ok so i'm making a new nat just bc i can't get enough! should i make her regular!nat or post-eg nat where the return of the soul stone caused her to come back up w/o anyone knowing but she lost her memories n turned into a ronin/winter soldier nomad type?

| pls follow @ritualslcughter :) it’s my spoilery post-eg nat!!

— @amidstella “No more getting out of this conversation, Danvers,” Challenged Maria as she settled on the chair before her. “Moni’s in bed, and you and I have got to have a chat — nice jacket, by the way.” A long-overdue conversation was to ensue. “You want some tea?”

— @LedtoAvenge “You /do/ realize just because you have the most important job in the galaxy, it doesn’t /mean/ you have the only job in the galaxy, right?” Her frustration was written on her face as she tapped her marker against her lip. “I have to present tomorrow.”

— @enhancedhero “You must be new here.” Uttered Maria as she settled down next to the blonde sitting alone, raising her brows. “Two beers, please.” She reached out her hand. “Captain Rambeau. You can call me Maria.”

Oh. Catch her blushing. “Alright, Carol — I see you.”

She wraps an arm around her shoulders, giving her bicep a squeeze before she leans over to press a gentle kiss to her cheek. “I bet you do, Captain.”

Her hand comes up to brush through her blonde tresses, a soft sigh escaping her as she presses a kiss to her forehead. “Even when you shouldn’t, you silly goose. That should be your name instead of that demon cat’s.”

She rolled her eyes as she let her lips skip down to her cheek once again, pressing a warm little kiss there before slowly trailing down her jaw. “Pretty sure that was aaaaaall you, Danvers.” Not that damned cat. He’d peed on her nice rug.

“Love getting you like this because it means I can get my way no matter what,” she said, almost mischeviously. Her way recently meant rosée instead of beer for dinner. Because they were ‘adults’. But right now, she just pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.