Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Marvel Comics.
Author's Note: I came up with the idea of both Carol and Kamala as bisexuals while I was working the fanfic The Spider & The Amazon not too long ago, so I'm using that idea for this story as part of the Fanon despite them not being paired with anybody.
Chapter 7:
The Switch Back - As the day comes to an end, Carol and Kamala prepare to switch back to their own bodies, reflecting on the experiences and memories they have shared as they bonded over what it was like being in each other's bodies for a day and the lessons they learned before they came out as bisexuals.
Carol dangled her legs over the edge of the rooftop, the cool night breeze tugging at her hair. Next to her, Kamala mirrored the position, her gaze fixed on the twinkling city lights below. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, letting the enormity of their shared day wash over them.
"Today was... something else," Carol finally said, breaking the quiet.
Kamala chuckled, "You mean you didn't enjoy being a teenager again?"
"Enjoy? I think 'survive' is a better word." Carol smiled, shaking her head in disbelief. "I forgot how much energy it takes to just exist as a seventeen-year-old."
"Welcome to my world," Kamala quipped, then grew contemplative. "And you... with all your powers confined in my... less durable form. That must've been frustrating."
"Understatement of the year." Carol laughed, the sound light and free. "I tried to fly and nearly face-planted into a billboard. Your elasticity is harder to control than it looks."
"Hey, it's an art," Kamala defended playfully, nudging Carol's bould shoulder with her own. "But you got the hang of it eventually. Remember the look on that bank robber's face when you stretched out your arm for the first time to snag his getaway car? Priceless!"
Carol's laughter joined Kamala's, filling the night air. "His eyes popped out farther than your arms did. But let's not forget your moment of glory – taking on that alien warlord with a photon blast. The way you shouted 'Embiggen!' and nothing happened, yet you still managed to knock him off his feet with pure spunk."
"Pure spunk and a little bit of desperation," Kamala admitted, grinning. "It was terrifying and amazing, all at once. Having your powers, Carol – it's like wielding the force of a star."
"Stars can be unpredictable," Carol mused, her tone softening. "Just like life. You handled it with grace, Kamala."
"Grace? More like frantic improvisation." Kamala leaned back on her palms, looking up at the stars now visible above them. "But it was kind of awesome, wasn't it? Living a slice of each other's lives?"
"Definitely awesome. And enlightening," Carol agreed, her eyes meeting Kamala's. "We've been through battles, faced down cosmic threats, but this? It was like walking around with a mirror reflecting parts of ourselves we don't usually see."
"Parts we admire in each other, though," Kamala added quickly. "Like your confidence, your leadership. It felt good to wear that, even just for a day."
"Your optimism, your heart," Carol countered warmly. "Those are powers just as mighty as any photon blast."
They fell into a shared silence again, this one full of mutual respect and a sense of wonder at their unique journey. The city sprawled beneath them, indifferent to the transformation that had unfolded above its streets, but for Carol and Kamala, the view from the rooftop had changed subtly, irrevocably, as they gazed out at the world through each other's eyes.
"Empathy's a superpower, isn't it?" Kamala mused, swinging her legs over the edge of the building. The city lights twinkled like distant galaxies beneath them, a quiet reminder of the ordinary world carrying on.
Carol chuckled softly, the sound mingling with the hum of the city. "Definitely. It's one thing to imagine someone else's life, another to live it."
"Today was... intense." Kamala turned to face Carol, her expression earnest. "I never fully understood the weight you carry. The responsibility. Today, I felt it."
Carol nodded, her gaze lingering on the horizon. "And I got a taste of your world. The challenges of balancing who you are with who the world wants you to be. It's not easy being a hero and still—"
"Still just trying to figure out who we are," Kamala finished, reading Carol's thoughts as if they were her own. "I guess no matter how different our powers or lives are, some things are universal."
"Like coming out," Carol ventured quietly, the words hanging between them like a new constellation. "It's a journey, isn't it? Not just a moment."
"More like an epic saga." Kamala's voice held a mixture of humor and gravity. "But having friends who've walked that path? It makes all the difference."
"Support is everything." Carol met Kamala's eyes, finding in them an echo of her own experiences. "Knowing someone's got your back, that they understand what it means to reveal your true self..."
"Whether it's to the world or just to yourself," Kamala added. "We share more than just superhero capes, huh?"
"Way more." Carol's smile was a silent vow of solidarity. "No matter what universe we're in, we're not alone. That's the real superpower—the strength we give each other."
"Speaking of strength," Kamala said, a playful glint in her eye, "did you ever think our bisexuality would be one of those things that'd connect us this way?"
"Life's full of surprises," Carol replied, the lighthearted tone belying the depth of her sentiment. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Me neither." Kamala's gaze returned to the skyline, contemplative yet clear. "Our identities, our choices—they make us who we are. Heroes in every sense."
"Exactly," Carol affirmed, standing up and offering a hand to Kamala. "Now, shall we get back to saving the world as our wonderfully complex selves?"
Kamala grasped Carol's hand, pulling herself up with a grin. "After today, I'm ready for anything."
The city lights twinkled below, a mosaic of lives in constant motion. Carol swung her legs over the edge of the rooftop, the cool nighttime breeze tousling her hair. Kamala sat beside her, the two superheroes cloaked in the serenity of the high perch away from the world's clamor.
"Can you believe it?" Carol broke the silence, her voice tinged with a blend of amusement and awe. "For a whole day, we've walked in each other's boots—literally."
Kamala chuckled, her gaze lingering on the horizon. "I know, right? Who gets to say they've been another person for a day? And not just any person, but Captain Marvel."
Carol nudged her with a shoulder. "And don't forget Ms. Marvel. You've got some pretty impressive shape-shifting skills there." She paused, her eyes softening. "Honestly, Kamala, I'm grateful for this crazy switch-up. It's like...it's tied us together in a way that fighting side-by-side never could."
"Same here," Kamala agreed, her smile radiant in the glow of the city. "It's one thing to team up against villains, but this? We've shared something beyond powers. We've lived each other's lives, felt what it's like to be someone else. That's deep."
"Yeah, deep and kinda scary," Carol admitted with a light laugh. "But it's made our bond stronger, hasn't it?"
"Definitely." Kamala nodded earnestly. "There's a trust there now that goes beyond the usual. It's like...we're not just allies; we're a part of each other's stories."
"Speaking of stories," Carol said, leaning back on her palms, "are you ready to jump back into your own narrative? To be honest, I have mixed feelings about it."
"Me too," Kamala confessed. "I mean, I've missed being able to stretch and grow at will. But..." Her voice trailed off, and she let out a wistful sigh. "But there's this weird nostalgia, isn't there? For this one day when we were so much more than ourselves."
"Exactly," Carol echoed, looking down at her hands—the hands that would soon be her familiar, battle-scarred ones again. "It's like we're saying goodbye to an old friend, even though it was just us all along."
"An old friend who taught us a lot," Kamala added with a grin. "About empathy, bravery, and what it really means to walk a mile in another hero's shoes."
"Or fly a mile," Carol corrected playfully, getting to her feet and brushing off her suit.
"Right, fly!" Kamala laughed, standing beside her. "So, then, Captain Marvel, are we doing this? Switching back?"
"Ms. Marvel, I think we've had our fun," Carol replied, her eyes alight with both excitement and a hint of nostalgia. "Time to go home—to our own selves."
"Home it is," Kamala said, her heart racing with the anticipation of returning to her own body yet cherishing the unique connection this day had forged between them. "Let's do it."
Together, they stood on the cusp of transformation, ready to embrace their true forms once more, their friendship forever changed by the adventure only they could share.
As the city lights flickered like distant stars, Carol stretched her legs along the cold rooftop edge, feeling the alien contours of Kamala's suit against her skin. "You know," she said, her voice tinged with a reflective quality, "I never realized how much weight you carry on these young shoulders."
Kamala, mirroring Carol's posture, turned to face her friend. "And I never knew how heavy the mantle of leadership could be. It's... more than just power, isn't it?"
"Much more." Carol nodded, her gaze lost in the skyline. "Today showed us sides of ourselves we might have never seen otherwise. And I think," she continued, a small smile curving her lips, "we've come out stronger for it."
"Definitely," Kamala agreed, her eyes bright with the wisdom of the day's trials. "I've learned that self-acceptance isn't just about embracing your own powers but understanding and respecting the journey of others."
"Speaking of journeys," Carol said, drawing a pattern on the gravel-topped roof with her boot, "we've been through something unique today—something worth holding onto."
"Like a pact?" Kamala suggested eagerly.
"Exactly like a pact," Carol confirmed, her tone firm yet warm with camaraderie. "To always remember what it's like to stand in each other's boots—or fly in each other's capes."
"Or swing from each other's webs," Kamala added, the corners of her mouth twitching upward. "If we ever get Spider-Man on board with this body swap idea."
"Let's stick to capes for now," Carol laughed, her heart light despite the gravity of their promise. "But yeah, a pact to support each other, no matter what the universe throws our way."
"Through every battle, every heartache, and every victory," Kamala chimed in, her voice filled with the strength of their shared resolve.
"Through every transformation, inside and out," Carol concluded, sealing their pact with a nod. "After all, isn't change what being a superhero is all about?"
"Change and ridiculously cool costumes," Kamala quipped, and they both chuckled, the sound mingling with the night air, as ephemeral yet as impactful as the lessons of their extraordinary day.
Carol reached for the shimmering cosmic bracelet nestled beside her, its surface reflecting the city lights below in a kaleidoscope of colors. "Ready?" she asked, glancing over at Kamala, who was carefully folding her stretchy costume—now oversized for Carol's frame—and placing it into a compact, high-tech container.
"Almost," Kamala replied, securing the lid with a satisfying click. "Just need to make sure I don't leave any part of Ms. Marvel behind." She patted her pockets, ensuring nothing was left out.
"Good thinking," Carol nodded, admiring Kamala's meticulousness. It wasn't just costumes and gadgets they were handling; it was their identities, their very selves. She slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, feeling its energy hum against her skin—a promise of restoration.
"Here," Kamala said, handing Carol an intricately designed pendant, its center stone pulsating with a soft light. "It should help anchor us back to our own... well, everything."
"Thanks." Carol examined the pendant, the weight of it both literal and symbolic. The day had been one of revelations, of seeing through each other's eyes. She clipped it around her neck, feeling more like herself already.
"Carol..." Kamala started, hesitating a moment as she gathered her thoughts. "I never realized how much weight you carry on your shoulders—the responsibility, the expectations. Today showed me just how strong you really are."
Carol looked at Kamala, her young friend who'd tackled the world with her powers, her wits, and now, with a touch of Carol's own experiences. "Kamala, you've got this incredible gift of seeing the best in people, of lifting them up when they can't do it themselves. I've seen it, felt it. You're going to be a great leader one day."
"Leader, huh?" Kamala mused, a bashful yet proud smile spreading across her face. "Sounds scary, but exciting."
"Scary but exciting pretty much sums up being a superhero," Carol chuckled. "You'll get there. And you won't be alone. I'll have your six."
"Back at you, Captain," Kamala affirmed, bumping her fist lightly against Carol's arm. Their gaze locked for a moment, mutual respect and understanding passing between them.
"Remember this," Carol said softly, her voice carrying the depth of their shared journey. "No matter what body we're in, what challenges we face, we're us. Brave, resilient, and, let's be honest, pretty damn awesome."
"Totally awesome," Kamala echoed, grinning broadly. Her eyes sparkled with a combination of gratitude and mischief. "Now, let's get back to our own brands of awesome."
"Agreed," Carol said, feeling the pendant's glow intensify. It was time to switch back, to return home to themselves. But this shared adventure, this moment of unity, would remain with them, a new chapter in their ever-evolving story.
The city below was a tapestry of lights and shadows, a view they had both grown to love in their own unique ways. Up on the rooftop, with the cool night air wrapping around them, Carol and Kamala exchanged a glance that held the weight of worlds. It was the end of an odyssey through each other's lives, and the beginning of the return to their own.
"Ready?" Carol asked, the pendant that served as their talisman of change dangling from her grasp.
"More than ready," Kamala replied, her voice tinged with the excitement of someone who had traversed the unknown and come out wiser. She looked at the glimmering object, reflecting on how something so small had sparked such a big transformation.
"Okay then. On three?" Carol suggested, her lips curving into a smile that mirrored Kamala's own.
"One... two... three!" They shouted in unison, voices filled with anticipation.
"I wish I could switch back to my own body!"
The world seemed to hold its breath. The pendant erupted in a brilliant cascade of light, enveloping them in its warm, radiant energy. For a moment, reality blurred, and all that existed was the bond they shared—a connection that transcended physical form.
Then came the switch.
A sensation akin to tumbling through space hit them, disorienting in its intensity. Colors and sounds swirled together in a dizzying dance as the universe spun them back into their rightful skins.
Carol's senses sharpened, the familiar rush of cosmic power flooding through her veins like a returning tide. Her vision cleared, and she saw the world once again through eyes that had stared down galaxies.
Kamala felt the elasticity of her being snap back into place, her limbs regaining their signature pliability. She blinked, and the perspective shifted back to normal, no longer framed by the visor Carol wore as part of her suit.
"Whoa..." Kamala breathed out, flexing her fingers and feeling the comforting stretch of her own skin.
"Tell me about it," Carol agreed, rolling her shoulders and relishing the natural strength that was hers alone.
They stood for a moment, side by side, grounding themselves in the reality of their reclaimed identities. There was a profound sense of rightness, but also a whisper of nostalgia for what had been—an adventure that had reshaped their understanding of each other and themselves.
"Back in our own bodies," Carol said, her tone light but her words heavy with meaning.
"Feels weird, doesn't it?" Kamala chuckled, still adjusting to the absence of Carol's powers coursing through her.
"Good weird," Carol affirmed, offering Kamala a knowing look. "Like coming home after a long trip."
"Exactly," Kamala nodded. "A really, really wild trip."
With their feet firmly planted on the rooftop and their hearts soaring high above, they were ready to face whatever came next, bolstered by the knowledge that they could always rely on each other—through any transformation, in any form.
The city lights twinkled like distant stars, a soft breeze carrying the buzz of nightlife up to the rooftop sanctuary. Carol stretched her arms wide, a grin spreading across her face as she reveled in the familiar sensation of her own muscles responding with precision.
"Everything just fits right again," she observed, flexing her huge arms and pecs with satisfaction.
"Isn't it wild?" Kamala replied, jumping slightly and laughing as her feet left the ground, no longer propelled by flight but by her own polymorph abilities. "Like slipping into your favorite pair of sneakers after you've been wearing someone else's."
"High-heeled boots, in this case," Carol quipped, wiggling her toes inside her own practical footwear.
They shared a look, laughter bubbling between them before settling into a comfortable silence. Memories of the day played back in their minds—the rush of unexpected powers, the mishaps, the victories, and the sheer absurdity of it all.
"Y'know, I'll never forget trying to shrink down and ending up stretching across the entire room instead," Kamala mused, a giggle escaping her lips. "Your powers are no joke."
"Neither are yours," Carol chuckled. "I had no idea how tricky it was to control the size and shape of... well, everything."
"Guess we both got a crash course in adaptability." Kamala's eyes sparkled with mirth, but there was a depth to her gaze that spoke to the profound nature of their shared experience.
"Adaptability and a whole lot more," Carol agreed, her voice softening. "Today was... eye-opening, to say the least."
"Definitely," Kamala nodded earnestly. "It's one thing to know someone has your back, but another to literally see the world through their eyes. I feel like I understand you so much better now."
"Same here," Carol said, her heart warmed by the bond they had forged. "And I'm grateful for it—grateful for you."
"Back at you, Captain." Kamala beamed, her respect for Carol radiating from her every word. "Today was bizarre, hilarious, and kind of scary, but I wouldn't have wanted to go through it with anyone else."
"Nor I," Carol affirmed. They exchanged smiles that acknowledged the depth of their gratitude, not only for the safe return to their own bodies but for the journey that had brought them closer than ever.
"Here's to being ourselves, whatever that means on any given day," Carol raised an eyebrow playfully.
"Here's to that," Kamala echoed, her voice rich with newfound appreciation for the unique paths they walked as heroes—and as friends forever transformed by a day in each other's shoes.
The night air was brisk, carrying the energy of a city that never truly slept, as Carol and Kamala stood up from their rooftop perch. The neon glow of billboards and the distant hum of traffic were their backdrop as they flexed their muscles, reacquainting themselves with the familiar contours of their own bodies.
"Ready to fly again?" Carol asked, her voice tinged with excitement. She looked over at Kamala, who was bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet, eagerness written in every line of her frame.
"Born ready," Kamala replied with a grin, stretching her arms above her head. "I've missed this," she added, letting her hands fall back to her sides.
"Me too." Carol's smile mirrored Kamala's. They both knew the weight of the world often rested on their shoulders, but for a moment, it felt lighter, more bearable. Their shared experience had not just broadened their horizons; it had deepened their resolve.
"Think we'll be better heroes now?" Kamala pondered out loud, a playful challenge in her tone.
"Without a doubt," Carol affirmed, her stance confident. "We've walked a mile in each other's boots—or, well, whatever the equivalent is for superheroes."
"Super-boots!" Kamala offered, chuckling.
"Exactly," Carol joined in the laughter, then grew serious for a moment. "We've got a new perspective now—one we can use to help others even more effectively."
"Empathy as a superpower," Kamala mused, her eyes alight with the thought. "I like it."
"Let's make it our secret weapon," Carol proposed, extending her hand towards Kamala.
"Deal." Kamala grasped it firmly, sealing their pact with a shake.
With a shared nod, they took a step forward, toward the edge of the building. The city sprawled beneath them—a vast expanse of possibilities and challenges. They didn't flinch or falter. Instead, they leaped into the open air, embracing the freedom of flight and the thrill of what lay ahead.
"Race you to the harbor?" Kamala called out, her voice buoyant with competitive spirit.
"You're on!" Carol accepted the challenge, propelling herself forward with a burst of speed.
As they soared side by side, the wind rushing past them became a symphony of promise. They were two heroes, each powerful in their own right, but together? Unstoppable. And as the city lights blurred into streaks of color below them, they flew on, their laughter mingling with the sound of the night, eager for whatever adventure awaited them next.
Next Time: Appreciating Differences - Carol and Kamala come to appreciate the unique strengths and qualities that make them who they are, embracing their differences and celebrating their individuality and their bisexuality.