Apocalypse In Blue Light

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Fandom: MCU / Captain Marvel
Rating: T
Series: N/A
Word Count: 770
Summary: my take on how 818!Maria became Captain Marvel.
Content Warning: canonical character death
AO3 | Writing Masterlist

As it was the norm, Maria’s day has started as it usually did: Carol I’m-an-Alarm-Clock Danvers trying had fucking best to break through Maria’s door with the sheer excitement of a Golden Retriever puppy. Quite a pain in the ass, said in the most loving way possible. Family was supposed to be annoying, and Maria thought her life had always been a little too grey back before Carol forced her way into it. 

As annoying as it was, it also felt good to see the happiest grin and brightest brown eyes first thing in the morning. Maria wouldn’t get tired anytime soon.  

Lawson was agitated, when Maria got there, barely a minute before Carol did. Despite the blonde’s attempts at cheating in their daily race. Maria was a little smarter after losing way too often just because her friend was a little shit . Their mentor figure being agitated meant Carol was also even more agitated in response (excitable puppy, anyone?). And Lawson fed into their mutual energy by saying she needed the plane to be tested now, with its engine fuelled by the dangerously pretty blue light. All because she had to save lives and it was bigger than the young pilots could understand., (Somehow, she managed to not sound patronizing, when she said that.)  

Lawson didn’t tell them why, a hint of what was truly going on, and she didn’t need to. If she said it was important, then it was important.  

Carol jumped as a volunteer without a second thought. She was stubborn, and perhaps a little suicidal. (Maria ignored that, sometimes, it was just a little easier.) Maybe all test pilots were stubborn and a little suicidal, if you thought about that, considering what was under their job description. However, Maria was even more stubborn than Carol. Arguably a better pilot too. Not that the little captain would ever admit it, the proud puppy. 

If Lawson needed a pilot, Maria would be her pilot. 

Maria’s day started normal, then she was flying the fastest plane she had ever touched. It purred under her control as it soared through the sky. It was excellent, freeing, until she was being shot down by alien-looking jets. They crashed-landed. Despite the extremely high speed, the plane handled it with only some smoking and not killing them in the process. The wings were beyond salvation, but the engine didn’t look too damaged. She could see Lawson fixing it up, hands covered in grease and sleeves rolled up to their elbows. 

The radio was working still, Carol’s voice came through the static, way less professional and way more desperate than it should be. But it was an understandable reaction, seeing she just hears her friend and her mentor being shot down. Maria was distracted by the need to check on Lawson, so she shouted copy at the radio and ignored Carol’s further questioning. She could talk to her later. 

Carol was knocking at her door only a couple of hours ago, now Lawson was bleeding blue. Maria woke up by an overexcited puppy, and now her mentor was an alien named Mar-Vell. Maria won a silly race, and she crash-landed a plane meant to save thousands of lives. 

Mar-Vell was clearly hurt, pain was obvious on her face, and she was bleeding profusely from the cut on her face. Maria knew she was bleeding too; it wasn’t so bad. Mar-Vell’s held the gun with shaking hands, a gun that looked more like a toy than an actual gun. But as she aimed towards the engine, it made an eerie stirring sound, like it was charging up.  

“Ma-” She started. 

Blue blood was hot, almost burning hot, as it splashed across Maria’s face and chest. She didn’t have time to process how Lawson’s head was gone (how her blood didn’t taste the same human blood tasted). The yellow-eyed man in a green suit-thingy was aiming at her with a similar gun. Maria was quick enough to grab Lawson’s gun before she was shot. She ignored the blue sticking to her palms. 

Maria didn’t have time to think at all, to try and find a solution in which she didn’t die. The man wanted the engine, something about the engine, the core or whatever. It didn’t matter what he wanted, it was important enough for Mar-Vell to be willing to explode it in her face to stop him from getting it. 

Maria like the blue, the engine exploded in a beautiful light, death coming scorching the earth towards her. She could pretend she’d wake up to a bright smile and the prettiest shade of brown.