Who: Carol Danvers and Open What: Carol comes home When: Evening on Sunday Where: Anywhere you want that's not smack dab in the middle of a busy area Status: In Progress
Breaking through the sound barrier is a bit like breaking through the surface tension of water. There's this brief moment where she can feel the resistance, and then she's through, the sound like thunder in her wake.
It felt good to be home. Like she'd left a part of herself behind when she'd abruptly left. She wasn't sure if anyone had even missed her - she hadn't exactly gotten herself out there since Christmas. But that was something she could work on.
The wind whipped through her hair as she blazed a scorching trail across the sky. Shed loved to fly. Right now, with nothing between her and the world, or at the controls of a jet. She just loved to fly.
Carol dove down, tapping the ground with one finger before she shot straight up. Higher, faster, farther. Always pushing herself. Her records was 90 seconds, ground to space. Eighty-five...eighty-six...at 88 her fingers touched infinity, and she hovered that way for several precious seconds, before she started to fall back to earth.
Whoever Carol had been before the dreams, she remembered nothing but what she found in pictures and post-cards. She'd been in the Air Force, she'd spent a year in the hospital, she'd taught many people how to fly. She'd even been in love. All of that was a blank.
As she landed lightly, she wondered if any of that would come back. Her facemask glowed and then retreated into her costume, which began to glow with a golden light. When the glow faded, she was wearing jeans and an Air Force Academy t-shirt.
She turned, and came up short. "Uh. Whatever you just saw, it wasn't what you thought you saw."