((Tag: Karolina. Blond, gay, earth-born and/or -raised alien teenagers unite! …Late at night.))
It was a few days after the Kree-Skrull invasion, at approximately oh-dark-thirty in the morning. And there was singing in the kitchen.
"Herman met Sally on the beach one night," Teddy puttered around the kitchen. "The sea was calm and the starfish
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She'd learned the kitchen's layout quickly in the past few days. She moved around Teddy, pulling a mixing bowl and a cookie sheet from a bottom cabinet, flour and brown sugar from the pantry, and eggs from the fridge. She had brown sugar drops in mind, for some reason. Maybe because, with their almost bland sweetness, they went well with tea.
"How's the rest of it go?" she asked as she fished a set of measuring cups from a silverware drawer. For some reason she felt completely at ease...maybe because Teddy was so awkward, it just seemed as though one of them had to be.
She'd been angry at him for about thirty seconds, just after the aliens left. Part of her wanted to accuse him for everything that had happened, as if he really could have put a stop to the warring Skrull empire. Her more rational side pointed out that he would ( ... )
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But hadn't he worked with the Super Skrull before?
"She must have..." she paused and swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "She must have wanted to protect you from all of this." His mother must have known who and what he was; how could a child possibly control shapeshifting?
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"Kl'rt said that my biological grandfather wanted me killed because my father was Kree. My biological mother gave me to my mom and she came to Earth with me looking for my father, but he was already dead. So my mom took care of me and when the Super-Skrull showed up, she tried to protect me and the Super-Skrull killed her.
"I just thought that I was a mutant or something, she never said anything and she looked human, so I just assumed..."
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"You must have so many questions," she found herself murmuring, speaking as much from experience as from sympathy. "So many things you didn't know to ask her about before." She sat down then, her back against the warm front of the oven, a good three or four feet between her and the boy.
"I feel that way all the time," she said, "My parents never told me what we were either, and now they're gone, too. They were criminals; their own people exiled them, and they destroyed god-only-knows how many lives here on Earth, but sometimes I...they were never cruel to me until we learned the truth about them. Sometimes I miss the lie, and I wish I'd gotten to ask them about what I am."
Because, really, she had nowhere else to learn from now.
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He couldn't really bad-mouth his biological parents. Princess Anelle was someone that his mother and Kl'rt had been willing to kill for and die for, and Captain Mar-Vell was, well, Captain Mar-Vell.
He didn't want a Skrull princess and a Kree captain. He just wanted his mom back.
((Could you start a new thread with the next post, please?))
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