Here is my Captain Marvel fanfic story. I do not own this film or its plot only my OC characters. Please send reviews and let me know what you all think. I am going to try and add some new ideas to this story and I am always open to suggestions. I hope you enjoy this.

Bad Dreams / Training:

A little boy was resting in the field. A girl his age with blonde hair was beside him.

"What can you see up there?" the boy pointed.

"Mmmm" the girl scratched her chin. "Look! Look up there! I can see a cloud that's shaped like a cat!" she pointed up the cloud.

"Look at that one!" the boy shouted. "That ones looks like a cat!"

The girl saw what he spotted. She clapped. "Great spot Walter!"

The two stopped talking for a second staring up a the sunny sky.

"Do you ever wonder Carol?" Walter asked.

"Wonder what Walter?" the little girl with pig tails asked.

"If life is living beyond our world?"

"You mean like aliens?" Carol laughed. "You know they're just myths Walter,"

"My mother doesn't think so. You know as a kid she used to tell stories about aliens called the Kree and their wars against shape shifters called Skrulls,"

"You sure she didn't just make them up?"

Carol's joke earned a playful frown.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!"

"Walter!" a voice shouted.

The kids sat up. They looked to see a young woman with short wavy red hair walk up to them. "Time to go!"

"Coming mum!" Walter stood up. Carol stood up.

"Same time tomorrow Carrie?"

"You bet Wallie," Carol offered him an open palm.

Walter chuckled back and they shared an upside down high five. Then a side one. Then a fist bump ending with a blow through their lips. The young boy waved goodbye to his best friend before jogging up to catch up with his mother.

There was fire, ash, smoke…energy. Footsteps were heard around him. Grunting from his friend. Walter's eyes flicked up. He sat him, holding his aching head. He looked at his hand, feeling blood. He gasped. His blood was blue. He couldn't breath. What scared him more was energy swerving around his finger tips.

He suddenly remembered someone. "Carol?!" he screamed. "Carol?!"

Footsteps echoed in his ears. He turned around before…whack!

The world went dark.

Yorgoth woke up with a jolt. He breathed heavily, holding his hand against his chest. He wiped the sweat off his head. He pressed a button on a consul on his bed side table. A curtain lifted up, letting in bright light. He rubbed his eyes and allowed the light to fill his mind's eyes. It wasn't easy. He walked to the window and looked outside to see the sun rising up over Hala, so silver and green. It was beautiful. He loved the sight.

He sat back down on his bed, helping himself to a drink of water. He was about to flop his head back onto his pillow when he heard ringing from his door. He groaned. "Not again," The ringing kept tearing through the silence. "Go away!" he shouted, falling back onto his bed, covering his face with the pillow. The ringing would not stop. He huffed behind the pillow. "I'm goanna kill you," he threw the pillow off his face. "Okay! I'm coming! I'm coming!" he opened the door, revealing a pretty young woman with short hair pulled back.

"Morning," was her reply.

"Why are you up Vers?" Yorgoth asked groggily, rubbing his eyes.

"Can't sleep," was her answer in a soft voice with a sweet smile.

"You do realise that there are tabs for that?"

"Yeah – but then why would I be sleeping?" she asked.

"Dreams again?" he asked.

She shrugged.

"I had dreams again too. It's always been the same for as long as I can remember,"

"Me too. Wanna fight?"

"Please Vers?" Yorgoth groaned. "I'm not in the mood for fighting,"

"Scared or tired?"

Yorgoth glared at her. "I'm tired,"

"Then where's the fun in doing it?"

"Fine," he sighed. "You win,"

The two entered a giant training room with mats, suited in black and green suits. They began the fight.

Seconds later…Vers slipped and fell. She got back up. "I slipped."

"Right. You slipped as a result of me punching you in the face."

"I was already slipping when you happened to punch me in the face. The two events are not related."

"Enough talk! Let's have a proper fight!" her opponent was sparked up ready for action.

"What happened to tired Yorgoth?" Vers teased.

"It's not tired Yorgoth. It's champion Yorgoth,"

Vers was motivated to fight. Like opponents at a dojo, they swiped their legs, swung their fists, blocked, attacked…they were unbeatable against each other.

As they fought, they talked.

"So let me guess your dream was the same?"

"Yep. It always is,"

"You know if he was hearing about this…he'd always tell you to try and forget it,"

"He's not even here,"

"Which actually makes this fight more fun,"

Vers laughed.

Yorgoth became tougher in his fighter. "You think it's funny. You know what actually makes this fight more fun? That I get to belittle you every time you turn this into a game?"

This infuriated Vers and Yorgoth just enjoyed making her angry.

Even though she tried to gain the upper hand with her quicker kicks, Yorgoth suddenly got her into a neck hold. As he did, his fists began glowing.

"Remember what he said!" Vers shouted. "No powers!"

"If you think that's going to distract me, it didn't!"

Suddenly Verbs swiped her leg around and he was knocked away. She suddenly blasted him across the room with a blast from her fist.

He landed on his back. He got back up, grunting.

"You are so going to see the Supreme Intelligence for that," he pointed a finger at her.

Vers stared at her palms, ashamed of what she'd just done.

"Don't beat yourself up," he consoled. "That's happened to me too as you know. You know it's a good thing Yon-Rogg gave us these," he gestured to the chip attacked to his neck. Vers reached for the side of her neck and felt her chip.

"You're right about that," a new voice approached them.

The pair turned to see a middle-aged Kree with short black hair and blue eyes approached them. "You two never stop fighting, do you?"

"You know us Yon-Rogg," Yorgoth answered back getting back up, greeting him with a hug.

"Did I hear something about Vers losing control of her powers?" Yon-Rogg spoke again.

Vers hung her head in shame.

"I'm going to see the Supreme Intelligence too," Yorgoth uttered.

"Come on. Not this again," groaned their mentor.

"You know you mentioned that she'd want to see me eventually," Yorgoth sounded a little cocky.

"You're right. As a matter of fact, she just sent me to fetch you as well,"

The Trio boarded on a speedy train and they were travelling through Hala, hearing the news about Skrull attacks.

"Has anyone ever seen what the Supreme Intelligence really looks like?" Vers asked.

"No one can look upon the Supreme Intelligence in its true form," Yon-Rogg stated boldly. "You both know that,"

"But why?" Yorgoth questioned stubbornly. He was not one to accept answers as simply as that.

Yon-Rogg smirked at him. "Such a curiously lad aren't you. Know this you two. Our subconscious chooses the way they appear to us. It's sacred and personal. No Kree divulges it. Ever,"

"Well then who do you see?" asked Vers. "Your brother?" she shared a smirk with her opponent.

"No," Yon-Rogg became annoyed knowing what his two wards were playing at.

"Your father?" Yorgoth answered.

"One of us?" Vers added.

"No,"

"Wife? Someone you love or loved?" Yorgoth's words seemed to send Yon-Rogg into a quiet state, as if his words had caused him to reflect on a sad memory.

"I know what you two are trying to do. And I don't find it amusing," Yon-Rogg was not impressed.

"Look why give us these powers if you won't let us use them?" Vers questioned, holding up her fists. "Why are you holding us back with these?" she pointed to the chip on her neck.

"The Supreme Intelligence gave me the responsibility of showing you two how to use them," Yon-Rogg answered.

"I think you'll find that we do," Yorgoth retorted softly.

"If you did, Vers would be able to knock you down and you wouldn't be making your fists heat up whenever you get competitive or angry," their mentor's answer earned him a elbow in the side. "You two must learn control over your impulses. And stop using them. Use this," he pointed to their heads. "I want you two to be the best version of yourselves," he placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

Seconds later the train stopped.

"Well…you two had best be on your way," Yon-Rogg gestured them out. As they left, his eyes were pressed hard on the retreating motion of Yorgoth. The two wards watched their mentor disappeared on the retreating train once they were off.

They found themselves in front of a giant palace where the anonymous Supreme Intelligence awaited them.

Hope you all enjoyed reading this. Please send reviews and let me know what you all thought. And please send ideas too. I would love to add a few changes to dialogue and add some extra scenes in. Hope you all are enjoying the sun.