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The sunlight fell gently across the kitchen counter, warm and golden, painting everything in the soft hues of morning. Carol Danvers stood in front of the stove, humming a soft melody. Pancakes sizzled on the pan, the scent of fresh berries and butter drifting into the air.
A pair of small arms wrapped around her legs.
"Mommy!" a girl's voice giggled. "I'm hungry!"
Carol laughed, turning just as her son zipped into the room behind his sister. Their little feet tapped on the hardwood floor, the sound filling the house with life.
"I thought superheroes slept in on Sundays?" Carol teased.
Her daughter pouted. "But you're the superhero, Mommy!"
Carol was stunned for a second...But before Carol could respond, he entered—her husband. Strong jaw, kind eyes, that little smirk he always wore when he was teasing her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, kissed her cheek, and murmured, "You spoil us. What did we do to deserve you?"
Her heart fluttered.
The perfect morning
....
They had brunch on the porch. Friends came by. Monica laughed as she told old stories. Maria Rambeau poured wine. The world was kind here. Gentle. Everything Carol had ever fought for was just... already here.
So why did she feel so cold?
Why, every time she blinked, did the world stutter?
Why, in the quiet moments, did her hands twitch—as if reaching for something that wasn't there?
That night, when the stars shimmered overhead and her children were tucked in with bedtime stories, Carol sat on the rooftop, wrapped in a shawl. Her husband came to sit beside her.
"They're perfect, aren't they?" he said.
"Yeah…" she said softly. "They are."
But her voice was hollow.
He turned to her, smiling.
"Don't you ever wonder," she asked, "if... something's off?"
He tilted his head. "Off?"
"I mean, it's all so... perfect. Every day. Every smile. Even the way the sun sets. It's like clockwork. Have you ever seen a mistake here? A bird flying the wrong way? A cloudy sky?"
He paused, then chuckled. "You work too hard, hon. You always did. Just enjoy this."
She nodded... but deep inside, something cracked.
....
The next morning, it all repeated.
Same breakfast.
Same kiss.
Same "Mommy!" at the same moment.
She watched, unblinking, as the toast popped at the exact second it had the day before. She looked at her children. Her perfect, smiling children. Too perfect.
"Mommy?"
She turned her head slowly.
They weren't breathing.
Not in the way she remembered. Their chests moved... but there was no air.
There was no wind.
No sound outside.
Just the hum of a world on repeat.
Carol screamed.
It echoed, but nothing changed.
The illusion didn't even flicker this time.
She ran into the street. No cars. Just neighbors waving on loop. The mailman dropped the same letter into the same box. Across the street, a man tied his shoes over and over and over again.
"This isn't real!" she shouted. "This isn't my life!!"
And then—pain.
A blinding spike, like knives in her brain.
The world snapped back into its happy rhythm. Her husband's arms around her. Her children laughing. She was cooking again.
It was morning.
Again.
She fought it every day. And every time, she was pulled back.
Each time she reached the edge, something yanked her in—a song, a kiss, a child's hand.
But the cracks were growing.
Carol looked into the mirror. Her reflection stared back... but not with love. With fear.
"Who am I?" she asked herself.
The answer came in a whisper.
A voice deep in her bones.
Not the fake smile of her dream-husband. Not the looping laughs of the children. But her own voice—raw and distant, like thunder beyond the clouds.
"You are Carol Danvers."
The illusion trembled.
"You are Captain Marvel."
The windows shattered. The skies darkened.
Her false family screamed—but their mouths moved without sound.
"You fight for the galaxy. For the broken. For the weak. That is who you are."
She remembered.
The battles.
The rage.
The pain.
The choice.
To keep going.
Even when it hurt.
Even when the world gave her nothing.
The illusion collapsed into shards around her.
The kitchen turned to ash. The laughter became static. Her husband's face melted into black mist, his last words a pleading whisper—"Stay…"
But Carol only stared.
"I wanted this," she said, tears in her eyes. "I did. I still do."
The children's figures stood at the edges of the room—flickering ghosts.
"But not like this. Not if it costs me who I am. Not if it means the real world burns while I pretend I'm happy."
She clenched her fists.
"I'll build a world like this. With my own hands. For others to live in. That's what heroes do."
Her body ignited—her energy flaring in brilliant golden light.
The dream cracked.
Supergiant's eyes widened as the psychic bond was torn apart.
Carol's eyes opened—blazing.
...
The psychic shroud shattered like glass around Captain Marvel, her body plummeting through the ruined sky in a trail of fire. She didn't slow. She didn't speak. She burned.
Supergiant was still floating, her pale fingers twitching erratically, the edges of her dark robe curling in the wind. Her once-cold, calculating expression faltered the moment Carol hit the ground—no, the moment Captain Marvel returned.
"You…" Supergiant hissed, voice cracking like glass under pressure. "You should have stayed asleep."
Captain Marvel's boots slammed into the ground, vaporizing the earth beneath her in a ring of pure force. Her shoulders trembled—not from exhaustion, but from rage. Pure, incandescent rage.
"You… put your fingers in my head. You pulled out my deepest wants. My peace. My dream." Her voice quivered, not with weakness—but the quiet before the thunder.
"And then you weaponized it."
She vanished from sight.
Supergiant barely lifted her hand in defense before a glowing fist cracked across her cheek, sending her spiraling into the sky. But Carol was already above her, knee-first, driving her down through a stone building that crumbled on impact.
"Let's see how YOU like it!" Carol roared, grabbing Supergiant by her collar and slamming her through the ground, through bedrock, through ancient layers of ruin. Each impact lit up the earth like lightning strikes.
Supergiant gasped, her voice ragged. "You should thank me. I gave you happiness!"
Carol screamed—raw—her next punch igniting Supergiant's chest and launching her a hundred feet into the air. "You gave me a LIE!"
She didn't fly—she blasted after her, punching again and again, each strike reverberating like thunderclaps across the battlefield. Supergiant tried to speak, but Captain Marvel didn't give her the chance. Elbow. Fist. Knee. Beam. Fist again.
The sky itself cracked with every hit.
But then—Supergiant's face twitched. Her hand rose—and behind her, in the air—
They appeared.
Her children.
Her husband.
The white picket fence. The sunny porch. A dinner table filled with smiles.
Carol froze. Her body locked mid-strike.
Her daughter stepped forward. "Mommy… why are you hurting her?"
Her husband's voice was gentle. "Come home, Carol. We forgive you."
Carol trembled—eyes wide, lips quivering. "No… no no no…"
"You wanted this," Supergiant whispered, her real body trembling behind the illusion. "It's still here. You can still have it."
Carol sank to her knees, the dream pressing down on her, filling her vision. The kids. The kitchen. A world that had never hurt her.
"I wanted this…" she whispered.
And then she looked up, face soaked in tears, voice hoarse and broken.
"But I didn't want it like this!"
She screamed and punched through the illusion, the world erupting in fire.
Supergiant screamed as her control crumbled, illusions twisting and collapsing in a whirl of static and pain. "NO! You ungrateful wretch! I gave you PERFECTION!"
"You stole my choice," Carol growled. "And now I'm stealing yours."
Her fist collided with Supergiant's chest—and this time, she didn't stop. She hit her again. And again. And again. Tears streamed down her face as she broke bones, shattered ribs, and burned away flesh.
"I wanted to be a mom…"
Another punch.
"I wanted a quiet life."
Another.
"I wanted to grow old with someone who loved me."
Another.
Supergiant coughed blood, now barely breathing.
"But I am Captain Marvel. And if I don't get that dream, then I'll make sure others can."
Carol grabbed Supergiant's face—her voice cracked, her hands trembling. "This isn't what I wanted…"
And with one final pulse of light—
BOOM.
The ground cratered.
Silence.
Smoke drifted over the battlefield.
Supergiant's body lay still, broken, twisted… unmoving.
Captain Marvel collapsed to her knees, tears tracing streaks through dust and ash. Her hands clenched in the dirt as she sobbed—not for the victory, not for the war.
But for the perfect, fake life she could never have.
A dream stolen and shattered.
"I'm sorry… kids…"
She looked to the heavens, fists trembling with the weight of her choice.
Then she stood—slowly—brushed the dust from her suit, and raised her head.
The world was burning.
And she still had a universe to save.
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