Okay so I have had a couple of people who are not a fan of the 2nd person view, trust me I understand. That point of view is more for short none-action stories. I had done this as a challenge to myself.

This is the start of a series of stories, the rest will be regular view.

I changed the timeline for Carol slightly
She is born in 1980
Graduate from High School in 1997
Graduated from Air Force academy in 2001 (Technically she would go to flight school, but this is my story so...)
She spends one year at the flight unit, before she was taken by the Kree - 2002
She spent 3 years (not the 6 in the movie) with the Kree - 2005
Meets Fury, same as the movie. he then becomes director in 5 years instead of 10 as is shown in Iron Man 1

Your name is Carol Danvers otherwise known as Captain Marvel. You find yourself in the cafeteria of the Avenger's tower, New York City branch. It was something set up during the decimation for the Avengers and possibly other heroes based in the city.

You look up to see your favorite wall-crawling avenger, Peter Parker walking towards you. You can tell he's nervous about something but he doesn't appear to be hurt.

You watch as he looks around and when he spots you, the easy smile you have grown to… care for, appears on his face. He heads in your direction. When he gets up next to you, he's nervousness is back full blown. He shuffles slightly a habit you learned that he does when he's excited nervous.

"Hey, Carol would you have dinner, with me?" Peter finally asks.

To say you are surprised would be an understatement, not that he likes you, you know he likes you, he's never been able to hide that, but that he would get up the nerve to ask you.

However, your years of military training both in the air force and with the Kree have taught you to not be phased by surprises. You lean back and smile. Honestly, you've been hoping he would ask you. You say 'yes'

You almost laugh at how shocked he is. You kind of add to it by asking when and where.

You are pleasantly surprised when he says dinner at your place. Hum that sounds very good to you. You want to make sure he's really okay with that. You can tell he is slightly panicked. You are very pleased when he takes a deep breathe and he straightens with confidence says yes.

Besides having tasted his cooking when he helps Barnes make meals you know you won't be disappointed.

You get up and reward his confidence, as much as you can in a public setting. You lean over and whisper your happiness in his ear, if you gave it a little kiss, well that for you to enjoy.

As you walk away you look back over your shoulder to see him sitting down, a dazed look on his face, he's still watching you, so you put a little extra sway in your hips.

As you round the corner you stop turn and glance back at him watching his emotions flash across his face. Panic, excitement then what you've come to call his determination face. You wonder what he's determent about.

You move on not wanting his spidey-sense to let him know you are still watching.

You have a class for several of the new SHIELD agents on handling alien encounters. You take out your phone and quickly send him your address and what you like, letting him know you don't have any allergies. You would almost bet he's not done this before.

You walk to your office to get your class material, mostly papers, even in this day of tablets, people still prefer to hold paper. You smile fondly of memory of watching Peter work in his lab, he likes to start the process writing stuff down before going to use FRIDAY, he said it when he started he didn't have anything like FRIDAY he did it on pencil and paper and then moved to what ever computer he had 'dumpster dived' for.

You arrive at the classroom right on time. Being that it's SHIELD agents all of them are there waiting. You immediately hand the papers you brought to the first person in the row to pass down, as they do that you open up the program that has your visual aids, you think about how you roped Peter in to helping you set up the program, not that you can't make it yourself but having spent so many years in space its hard for you to know what is relevant to someone who isn't used to it. So while Peter has some experience with what's out there, he's still not jaded enough to lost the wonder.

The class goes well. The agents most about Peter's age, asked informative questions and it gives you hope that Fury's people might be able to handle what's out there. If they think Hydra is bad, that's nothing compared to Kree or megalomaniacs like Thanos, just because he's gone, doesn't mean there aren't others out there like him. You do what you can to impart that knowledge onto them.

You are all set to leave when Sam Wilson AKA Captain America walks up call your name. "Danvers."

"Wilson?" You say back, it doesn't look like a quick or pleasant talk based on the look of his face.

"You got a second, I need to talk to you about something." He says when you agree he leads you to his office. "I saw... I, I have concerns about your relationship with Parker." He's nervous you can tell.

You respond with a very cool almost cold "What about my relationship with Peter." You should have known something like this would come up. Wilson has never truly been a fan of his, your not sure if its some lingering animosity against Stark or maybe it's Peter's age, or perceived lack of experience, regardless it's been a sore spot with you.

Since Wilson is sort of in change of who goes on what missions he tends to not use Peter, which in a way makes since, Peter has been and always will be a street level fighter, albeit a powerful one. That's not to say that you wouldn't be happy with him on your team for any reason, not just because you like him.

He can figuratively move mountains and literally move some as well. You have no problems asking for the impossibly while on mission. After all he trained by Stark, a man who cornered the market on making the impossible, possible.

Wilson standing behind his desk continues "Look, I like Parker but he's only part time, and he's young... I'm just worried about any, influence..."

You stop him there before he pisses you off. "Stop, okay I'm going to skip over the fact that you seem to indicate that I'll take advantage of him, and go right to the age thing. So what's good for the goose, isn't good for the gander?" You see a confused look cross Wilson's face, "Steve Rodgers and Thor, they are both far older then the women they 'dated' in fact Rodgers was dating his own grand-niece." You point to yourself "44 vs Rodgers who is 105 and Thor who is 1500. Get off your moral high horse before you fall off it."

Wilson added to try and justify his actions, "Weird possible family stuff aside the two women were both old enough to make their own decisions."

"Peter is 24... is that not old enough for him to make his own decisions?" You counter.

"Yes that's true technically he is, but still..."

"Look, Wilson, I don't know were this will go. I like and care a lot for Peter, I know he likes me. Do I know how much, no, but you need to let go of whatever hang ups you have with him. You missing out on a lot of help by keeping him away. If you drive him away, you will lose more then you think you'll gain."

"Is that it, if I drive Parker away, you'll leave?" Wilson asked surprised

"What, of course not, do you think I'm so shallow that I would let your personal problems affect the safety of this planet? No I mean his contributions to this team and the safety of earth. Maybe you should get to know him before you decide he isn't worth the effort." You are done with the conversation you move towards the door but before you open it, you add one more thing.

"Wilson, I'm serious whatever your hang up is with Parker, figure it out. That man as much combat experience as you. More so, if you count his time fighting crime and his rogues. He is without a doubt the first person I would pick for my team, not just because of my 'relationship' with him. He is smarter, stronger, and faster then almost everyone here. The only reason I don't pick him more, is because he need to help his neighborhood. Have you seen the crime stats over the last two years? Queen's crime is pretty much nonexistent, and I know he helps other areas. On top of helping around here... how many times has he fixed your wings, improved your wings. Performed maintenance on other Avengers equipment or created improvements..." You say the one thing you hope will drive the point home. "What did Romanoff say about him once 'he's the best parts of Rodgers and Stark.'" You step out of the office leaving a shell shocked Wilson behind. You hope you have given him something to think about.

Not that it matters Wilson won't have any say in what may or may not happen with Peter. You step out on the landing pad and looking up you launch into the air.

You don't stop until you've broken the atmosphere, floating contently just outside the edge of the atmosphere. You smile as you look down on the earth, and remember thinking about what the astronauts used to say about how the petty things that people deal with, seem so trivial when you look, both down at the little blue ball we call home and out into the vast inky blackness of space.

You turn and take off towards the moon whooping for joy, not that it could be heard, you find it funny that you can weakly hear yourself speak if you don't have an kind of comm on in space the vacuum of space makes the vibrations that sound creates go nowhere. You get there in a record time of about one hour.

You hope to one day bring Peter with you. You might see if you can get one of those little personal force field generator next time the Guardians are in the neighborhood, Rocket owes you one from last time you teamed up with him.

In one of the many times you and Peter have talked he has asked about seeing space, at least when not on what he called the 'flying doughnut from hell'. You suspect that was a Stark phrase.

You fly over the sea of tranquility and just hover near the flag that was planted so many years by Armstrong. You slowly take off, not wanting to disturb the ground. You gain more speed as you get farther from the weak pull of the moon's gravity.

You see the international space station. You slow down and wave at the astronauts inside, with the amount of alien beings and superheros who can fly and survive in space, seeing someone flying by is not as shocking as it once was.

As you reach New York City you head towards the building that you live in. A gift from Stark, and you use it as a reminder that this is home. You land on the roof happy to see that your skylight has not been messed with. You spend a few minutes just looking out over the city.

A fleeting thought of were Peter might be crosses your mind, but as if by fate he quietly lands near you. You turn and smile at him. "Hey did you forget what day it is? Date's tomorrow."

"No, I just wanted to do some light spider-manning and I needed to know where you lived for tomorrow." You can tell he's smiling. You can always tell the difference in his personality in and out of the mask. In the mask he is a wise-cracking jokester confident and sure of himself. Outside of it, he's shy, unsure of himself, though you are happy that since you've known him you have helped him to be more sure and less shy when out of the mask, it translated first in the lab which you've found seems a great middle ground of hiding behind the mask and dealing with people outside of it, the lab has always been the place he is most comfortable, in his element.

You invite him in if he's been out swinging around he might be thirsty. Besides you would never turn down spending time with him. You open the lock on the skylight and float down. You watch as he lightly jumps down and looks around. You take a moment to look at the little apartments from outside eyes, you realize just how bare it looks, something that came from being military, on top of spending a lot of time in space. You apologizes to Peter for the spartan look.

In a move that does not surprise you at all given his caring nature he understands why. You worry when he asks why you have a place. You look a little sad when you tell him about Stark's gift. You watch him, worried about how he'll take it, you know that the loss of Stark has hit him harder then any other Avenger. Even Rhodey was around for the 5 years that everyone was gone, and had been friends with him for years. Peter came back just to lose him in less then a day.

You are proud of him when he removes his mask and you see that he's sad but not devastated. You still find yourself moving over and cupping his face you rub your thumb along his cheekbone. You don't know when or how it started but it brings both of you comfort so you do it when ever you can. You then pull him into a hug, that honestly you need just as much as he does.

You both just stand there in each other's arms when you hear him hum 'twinkle twinkle little star' you laugh after you kiss his cheek, it never fails to make you happy. It was born from when he was asking about your powers and how your body heat is higher then normal.

He said that because of your powers you are part star. You've never heard it described, you like it, he continues by saying that your theme song should be 'twinkle twinkle little star'. So you tease him back that he's should be 'itsy bitsy spider,' ever since then you and he will tease each other with those songs. You have never told anyone not even Maria.

You hum 'itsy, bitsy spider' and he laughs as well. You play the good host and offer to get him something to drink. You walk into the kitchen and he follows you. You get two glasses and fill them with water handing him one. You both lean on the kitchen Island near each other, you hear his breathe hitch and he looks almost longingly at your lips, you know he wants to kiss you. You feel yourself unconsciously leaning in slightly. You smile encouragingly when he sets his glass down and his hand starts to come up, but you see the hesitant in his eyes and the slight fear. You assume given his personality he's afraid to mess it up. That still doesn't stop the slight hurt you feel when he drops his hands and the moment seems to pass.

You are slightly surprised when he does in fact caress your cheek, you can't help but close your eyes and lean into. You want him to take the first step, but you still want to give him the encouragement. You feel him pause and when you open your eyes he's looking around that's when you hear the sirens several of them from the sounds of it, his enhanced hearing heard them already. You know he needs to go and help, knowing that it will take baby steps to make him comfortable but the fact that he caressed your cheek is progress. You tell him with a smile "Go, take care of it, but you better be here tomorrow I expect a wonderful date."

he goes to put the glass in the sink then in a shocking move, he kisses you on the corner of your mouth. You are pretty sure you said 'good boy' your proud of the progress he's made. You tell him he needs to go take care of it.

You watch as he steps back puts his mask on he lightly leaps up to the skylight and looks back, you can see he's torn between wanting to stay and doing his duty. You don't do anything, you can't make the decision for him. It does make you feel good that he wants to stay. You watch as he climbs out and gently closes the window. You wait until he's swinging away.

You then walk in to your bedroom and take off your uniform and shower off the day. In the shower you think back to what happened in the kitchen. Its then that you realized that when he caressed your check you could hear what sounded like purring.

As you dry off and throw on some sweats and an old USAF t shirt. You get your laptop and research spiders and purring. You find that one species of spider will purr to signal interest in their chosen mate...

You smile brightly at that. You don't think he realizes he's doing it, but it makes you so happy. You turn on the TV the news is on covering a building fire. You realize this must be what he heard when you see that it's live and you watch as Peter gently places a scared child in the arms of a crying parent. You can't hear them but the gratitude on the parents face is visible and you realize this is one of several reasons you care for, might even be love for him.

He steps back and leaps back in to the building, they cut to a scene from earlier that showed him carrying two children one on his back and the other in his arms. You spend another 20 minutes watching as he never stops rescuing several more people and because of who he is, several animals as well. You see just as the new program is cutting back to the news anchor that he's done and leaping to go home.

You hope he comes back, but your pretty sure he won't. He's got a lot to process and social situation like what you had in the kitchen take longer for him to process. You are surprised when your roof alarm shows someone on it, you open the program and start the camera that was installed by Tony so you can see if someone is spying on you. You are surprised to see Peter on the roof, looking down at you.

You see his hand reach out to knock on the window, you want to tell him to come in but you know that you need to let him choose. You feel a little sad when he draws back and steps away. Even though you knew he would. You watch as he suddenly tilts his head, then turns to looks at the camera, you smile his spider-sense. As he swings away, you decide to text him, just so he know it is your camera. You send 'you could of come in' and sit back to wait for his response. It doesn't take long for him to responded back, that he was dirty and but that he wanted to, and he figured the camera was for you. He end the text with good night starlight. You think about how if had been anyone else you might be mad but since you know he says it from a place of caring and wonder you like it.

You text back that you've been to space so a little grime and soot wouldn't bother you. And end with sleep tight bed bug. You know it isn't as cute as 'good night starlight' but he's the word smith, you are more of a punch, punch some more and when your done, punch to be sure.

You set your phone down. You get some dinner, you are looking forward to tomorrow night. You let yourself wonder how the night will go, what might happen, what you want to happen, and your afraid will happen. After you spend a good hour imagining all the ways tomorrow could go, you head to bed.