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"Look, Carol. You're going to dance with me." That's America right now, holding Carol's hands- Captain Marvel's- while moving with her through the clouds, well above what anyone in this timeline can see short of Tony Stark floating by to see what he's given up. Those brown eyes are intense while they regard the tall, blonde woman in front of her. She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. Once, then twice. "In the air you're way more agile than I am. This won't be a problem."
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Carol smiles, "Okay, dancing in the clouds… this is because I wouldn't dance in the subway car, isn't it?" She holds onto America's hands, tilting her head, "I have to admit, I don't really do much in the way of dancing, America." But, well, she definitely sounds willing to learn, as she looks at America closely.
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"Yep. Totally because you wouldn't dance on the subway and *not* because you're pretty much the most beautiful woman in the world," America responds, rolling her eyes. "Look, it's easy. You put your hand here…" America guides Carol into the proper stance, gently. Oh, look. The blonde is getting to lead. "Then we move. You first, then me. Like we're taking steps, in a circle. One, two, three…" America is actually fairly adept in skydancing. Somehow.
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Carol blushes a bit, then smiles, "Okay…" And she does lead, and does it pretty well… leading, anyway, though she's a bit rusty in some aspects, she starts remembering the old one-and-two of a waltz, leading America on top of the clouds as she grins, "Did you hear that kid on the subway though? The one that sat next to me… it's so nice to have a fan."
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"You have plenty of fans," America assures Carol as they are spinning through the clouds. Bits of cloud cling to them in wisps as they move, back and forth, bobbing through the air. Feet on the clouds it almost looks like a magnificent, infinitely spacious ballroom. America shakes her head slowly. "You have no idea, do you?" SHe's smiling, especially while she watches that blushing. "I- mmm. My moms taught me how to fly," the girl starts quietly, in her soft, fairly neutral voice. "And how to dance, when I was really small. I remember they would dance like we are, above our house. They taught me how what a girl can be. Which is- anything."
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Carol grins, "Smart ladies." She spins America out, then draws her back in, almost without thinking, then she shakes her head, "Have no idea about what, though? I mean, I try to be an example, just because there's so few women people can see making a difference as it is…"
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America twirls easily, and when she is drawn back in twirls all the way into Carol's arms, until they are quite close. America holds that position for a seocnd, her eyes searching out Carol's. "I know you inspire me. Inspired- everyone, really. You have no idea how much people need you, Carol." Then America tilts her head slightly, leaning against Carol's arm, and movs to press a gentle kiss against her lips. Domino mask or not.
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Carol mmms a bit at the kiss, her arms shifting a bit to hold America close, reciprocating the kiss as she then murmurs, "Guess I'm learning that… and a lot of things." She smiles a bit at America, looking into her eyes, "I'm guessing I was a little different where you're from, huh?" She doesn't so much dance as sway a bit, America held close to her as she savors the moment.
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"I mean. You were just more experienced," America responds quietly. "Like I said before- I like you like this. We work. And there's more us time than there would've been." She shrugs at that, swaying with Carol and more than content to stay close, in her arms. She fits well, the right size to nestle comfortably, head to shoulder. "You, Carol Danvers, are perfect. Just like this."
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Carol laughs, "Even if I was dumb enough to think dating Tony was a good idea?" She rests her head on top of America's, "Wasn't envy so much as just curious… always have to wonder what another me would be like, I guess." And then, she actually places a light kiss on the top of America's head, hmming a bit.
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"They always say there are as many universes as possibilities. But I've never met a version of you that wasn't strong. Beautiful. Smart. Courageous…" America breathes a quiet sigh then and tilts her head slightly as she does, inhaling Carol's scent though her nose. "And yeah. Even if you did. We are all entitled to one enormous mistake once per dimension, remember?"
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Carol grins wryly, "Well, that was a pretty big one, and never again is what I say to that." She chuckles, "That's gotta be strange though… just seeing all the different possibilities of everything."
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"I don't know," America admits quietly. "I started traveling the multiverse when I was six." She shakes her head slowly at that. "Seeing different versions of- all of this- is just what I do. Sometimes I go back but usually I just keep going forward. Searching. Saving people."
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Carol pauses a bit, "Since you were six? Wow…" She shakes her head, then jokes a little, "Not going anywhere anytime soon, are you?" Still, there might be a hint of genuine worry under the question.
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"Even if I leave I'm going to come back," America responds quietly. She straightesn then, leaning back in Carol's arms until she can see the blonde's eyes properly. "I can't just leave you here. You might try dating *Bruce Wayne* this time."
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Carol snickers, "Nah, not a chance of that. Tony Stark would look like a sane choice in comparison." She grins, meeting America's gaze as she says, "But you better not leave me here by myself. I might have to start hopping dimensions to chase after you."
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America arches a brow at that, her expression as carefully neutral as she can manage. She stares into the taller woman's eyes, still nestled close in her arms. America's hands end up on Carol's waist and purses her lips for a second. "What do you mean by that exactly?"
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Carol hmms, "I mean, I really don't want to be without you, America Chavez." She chuckles, "Just be patient with me here… this is all pretty new." She grins down at America, tilting her head.
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America smiles at that, wide enough to show off her perfect teeth. She takees a deep breath. Slowly. "Patient is fine," she responds in a light, lazy drawl. "I don't want to be in any dimension you're not. This you. Not the other ones."
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Carol smiles, "Okay, then…" And with that, she actually kisses America first for a change, just basking in the moment as she feels a bit lighter for making the admission. Cloud dancing? Something to try more often…
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