Evening fell softly over the quiet suburb, the sky aglow with the deep orange and purple hues of a setting sun. Birds chirped their final songs, and the breeze rustled through manicured lawns and picket fences. The world, for all its noise and chaos elsewhere, was calm here.
Until he arrived.
The soft hum of cosmic energy dissipated as Kal touched down in the middle of the street. No fiery entrance. No booming sound. Just a subtle ripple in the air, like reality itself had briefly flinched. He walked slowly toward the house at the end of the block, his polished boots clicking softly against the pavement.
He looked like a man out of time. A dark, tailored three-piece suit clung to his broad frame, pristine and perfectly cut—utterly foreign in a world of t-shirts and jeans. A deep blue tie, understated yet regal, caught the waning light as he moved. His face was unreadable, a carved statue of control and purpose, but his eyes—those brilliant gold eyes—burned with restrained force.
Kal stepped onto the front porch, his presence impossible to ignore. Each movement was deliberate. Controlled. He looked like a man who could crush a mountain—and knew it.
Then he saw her.
Carol Danvers stood by the door, one hand on her hip, her posture tense but confident. Her photon energy hadn't yet flared to life, but it was simmering beneath her skin—ready. She'd felt power before. She'd been power before. But this… this was different.
Kal's golden eyes scanned her up and down—measuring, calculating, and something else. Recognition, maybe. A memory? Whatever it was, it was gone in an instant, replaced by something colder. Without a word, he lunged.
Faster than light. A blur of dark cloth and golden heat.
Carol reacted in a flash, her energy bursting around her arms as she blocked the incoming blow. The impact cracked the porch boards beneath their feet, sending a shockwave across the lawn. A second strike came from Kal's left hand, narrowly missing her cheek. She countered with a blast of pure photon energy, sending him sliding back a few feet—but he didn't even flinch.
His face was stone. His power, undeniable.
Then—
AUNTIE CAROL!
The scream pierced through the tension like lightning.
A small figure burst out of the house—Monica, no older than ten. She ran barefoot across the threshold, her voice cracking with fear. She stood between Carol and Kal, her arms outstretched protectively.
Kal stopped immediately.
His fist, still mid-swing, hovered in the air. His expression broke—just for a moment. His gaze softened as it landed on Monica, and a strange warmth overtook the furnace in his eyes.
Do not harm the child, he said, his voice deep and commanding. These people are under my protection.
Carol blinked, her stance faltering as she looked at Monica, then back to Kal. There was no lie in his voice. No deception. He meant it.
The screen door creaked open again.
General Talos stepped out, his green skin shimmering slightly under the fading light. He held up both hands, peaceful and cautious.
Kal, he said evenly, do you know who I am?
Kal's gaze shifted to the Skrull leader. There was no surprise in his eyes. Yes. I know exactly who you are, General Talos.
Talos nodded slowly. Then I'd ask you to stand down, so we can explain. We mean no harm.
Carol's shoulders finally relaxed, her glow fading. Monica backed toward her, unsure, still trembling.
Talos glanced between them. But first… who are you, exactly?
Kal straightened, lifting his chin. His voice rang out like a bell over the quiet street.
I am Kal, son of Odin. A prince of Asgard. Protector of the Nine Realms.
The words hung in the air like thunderclouds.
Carol stared, eyes widening. Talos blinked, stunned. Even Monica seemed frozen.
You're… that Kal? Talos asked, his tone incredulous. The Asgardian prince? You're real?
Carol looked from Talos to Kal. We were told to avoid C-53. That the Asgardians had claimed this world. That if we set foot here, we might trigger war.
We expected to be surrounded the moment we landed, Talos added. And yet… nothing. No warriors. No golden ships. Just silence.
Kal let out a quiet breath, and—for the first time—his expression shifted to something entirely unexpected.
Embarrassment.
We've… missed a few things in recent years, he admitted, clearing his throat. Things we should have seen. Things we should have stopped.
There was silence for a moment.
Carol folded her arms again, stepping closer. So you're really from Asgard? people? And you were left here to protect Earth?
Kal nodded. That was the agreement. I was sent here centuries ago, not just to watch over this world—but to live among its people. To understand it. To guard it.
And you let all this happen? Carol asked, her voice tinged with challenge. The Kree? The Skrull conflict? Everything?
Kal's jaw tightened, his guilt barely hidden. I did what I could. But the Nine Realms are vast, and Earth… Earth is often seen as backward. Primitive. Too small to matter.
He glanced down, then back up with fire in his voice. But it does matter. And I failed to act in time. I won't make that mistake again.
Talos took a cautious step forward. We're not here to start a war, Kal. We're here to find refuge. That's all.
Kal studied him for a long moment. Then speak plainly. If your presence here threatens to ignite conflict, I need to know.
Carol stepped in. We'll tell you everything. But you're not our enemy.
Kal looked over the house. The lawn. The street. The child still hiding behind Carol's leg. He let out a slow breath, nodding.
Very well, he said at last. We'll talk. But if war comes to this world again… I will answer it.
The house was modest. Lived-in. A family home with soft lighting and the scent of dinner still lingering in the air. A photo of Monica and Carol sat on the mantle, half-obscured by a vase of wilting flowers. Toys were scattered near the hallway. It felt... real. Human.
Kal stood near the doorway, silent and motionless, his presence impossibly still. Every creak of the floorboard beneath his boots echoed with weight. He scanned the space like a wolf in unfamiliar woods—curious, tense, restrained.
Carol led Monica to the couch with a gentle hand. Monica looked up at Kal, unsure if he was real or part of another incredible story her mother hadn't told her.
It's okay, sweetheart, Carol said softly. He's… here to help.
From the kitchen, a familiar voice emerged.
That depends on what "help" means.
Nick Fury stepped into the room. One eye sharp as ever. No leather coat. Just a jacket, gloves, and a look that said I've seen weirder—but not by much.
So… Fury said, surveying Kal like a classified file come to life. You're the so-called "Sun God" of Asgard.
Kal tilted his head. That title is not mine. Mortals gave it to me. I did not ask for it.
Fury raised a brow. But you didn't exactly correct them either, huh?
Kal didn't blink. Symbols matter to mortals. Sometimes a name offers comfort, even if it is a lie.
Carol crossed her arms. You're not what I expected.
Kal turned his gaze to her. Nor are you. Kree… altered. But changed by truth. That is rare among your kind.
Talos—still in human form—sat cautiously at the edge of the dining table. You know the Kree?
I've shattered their warships over dying moons, Kal said calmly. I've seen their empire choke a thousand worlds into silence. The blue ones are worse.
Fury whistled. And here I thought we were dealing with aliens just out to steal cows.
You are not prepared, Kal said quietly. Earth is not ready for what's coming.
Carol's expression tensed. That's why I'm here.
Kal nodded slightly. Then we share purpose. But your allies— he glanced at Talos —need clarity. The Skrulls hide, shift, deceive. If they remain, it must be with truth.
Talos stood. We've lost our worlds. We didn't come to conquer—
—but you came nonetheless, Kal interrupted. And this world is under my watch.
Fury stepped in, his tone calm but assertive. Yeah, about that. "Your watch"? I don't remember Earth signing any lease agreement with Asgard.
Kal turned to him, golden eyes glowing faintly. Because it was not your decision to make. I was placed here by the Allfather centuries ago. I have watched the rise and fall of empires. I stood silent… until now.
Why now? Carol asked.
Because the stars are stirring. The old powers move again. And Earth has drawn their gaze.
Carol looked between them. Then help us stop this before it turns into a war.
Kal approached the window, staring out at the night sky.
, he said. If Earth is to shelter the displaced, it must be known. Asgard will not stand idly by if the Kree return.
Fury leaned on the counter. So what do we call this? An alliance?
Call it… a warning, Kal said. To those who would harm this world.
The kitchen was dimly lit, with only a flickering overhead bulb and the occasional pulse of alien tech on the table providing illumination. Fury leaned against the counter with arms crossed, his gaze drifting between the tall stranger in the crisp black suit and the two aliens now discussing orbital coordinates over a scratched wooden table.
Kal hadn't spoken in several minutes. He didn't need to. His silence was a pressure on the room—dense, almost gravitational. But it wasn't just presence. It was restraint. A lion in a cage of matchsticks.
So, Fury finally said, arching an eyebrow, you're really some kind of space Viking prince?
Kal's head turned slightly. I am Asgardian. I am Kal, son of Odin, bound to the Nine Realms by rite and blood. Earth was entrusted to me as its guardian, long before any of your institutions existed.
Talos frowned. That doesn't explain why you look like a man from an Armani catalog in 1995.
Kal looked down at his suit. I've learned to adapt.
Carol, arms folded, watched him intently. You said Earth was your responsibility. Then where were you when the Kree started experimenting on me? When they took my memories and used me as a weapon?
I did not know you existed until tonight, Kal replied, voice calm. The Kree move like shadows when they wish. And Asgard had… distractions. The Nine Realms do not govern themselves.
Carol stepped forward. And yet here we are—me, Fury, Talos—doing something about it while your people stay silent in their golden halls.
Kal's jaw tensed, but he did not look away. My people may sit in halls, but I do not. I am here. I will fight.
Fury, raising a brow, cut in. That mean you're sticking with us? Because if so, we're headed to a place called Project PEGASUS. Military base. Lotta secrets. Lotta guns. And not a lot of patience for seven-foot-tall solar guys in suits.
Kal looked down at Monica, asleep on the couch, curled against her mother. You have a child in this house. She needs protection.
Maria responded without looking up. We'll be gone before dawn. She's safe with her grandmother.
Good, Kal said. Then we fly together.
Carol exchanged a look with Fury, who just gave a quiet grunt. Hope he doesn't break the jet.
Hours later – over the Mojave Desert
The Quinjet roared low through the dusky morning, its frame rattling slightly as it climbed toward cruising altitude. Carol sat at the controls, her hair tied back, eyes forward. Fury sat beside her, chewing gum like it was ammunition. Behind them, Kal stood near the rear window, watching the desert sprawl below, his hands clasped behind his back.
Talos sat cross-legged on the floor, tinkering with what remained of the Kree communicator.
You ever been to space, Nick Fury? Kal asked without turning.
Not officially. But I've read the files. Moon landings. Voyager probes. Stuff you folks probably think is caveman tech.
Kal nodded. Your people dream large. But dream slowly.
Carol glanced over. You ever see this base before? Project PEGASUS?
Kal shook his head. Asgard avoids direct surveillance of Terran militaries. Your world has a habit of reacting to gods with nukes.
Fury smirked. Can't argue with that.
Carol tapped a screen. If what I remember is right, they were working on light-speed propulsion tech. My old test flight was part of it. Something went wrong. I crashed. Woke up on Hala six years later with blue blood and a glowing fist.
Kal looked at her, eyes thoughtful. You remember fragments. The Kree tamper with the mind. Memory loss is not a side effect—it is the method.
They told me I was Kree, Carol muttered. That I was chosen. That my emotions made me weak.
Kal stepped closer. They lied. You are not weak. You were chosen because of your strength—because you shine too brightly for them to control.
Fury muttered under his breath, Starting to think I'm the only normal person here.
You're not normal, Talos said. You're just quiet enough to survive.
The jet dipped lower. Ahead, the sprawl of a desert base came into view, hangars arranged like teeth around a central dome. It pulsed with floodlights and energy sensors.
Carol exhaled slowly. We get in. Find the black box. And get out before someone freaks out about aliens and blasts us with a tank.
Fury stood. Kal, you're our big ace. But no smashing unless I say smash.
Kal raised an eyebrow.
Kal didn't answer.
Carol glanced over at Kal, who stood near the rear of the jet, still in his black three-piece suit. His hands were clasped behind his back, his posture perfectly composed. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as the hum of the engines filled the cabin.
You planning on fighting in that thing? she asked, gesturing to his suit.
Kal turned toward her, his expression unreadable for a moment. It's... not ideal for combat, no. He paused, then nodded toward the front of the jet. But I have alternatives.
With a fluid motion, he reached into a hidden pocket inside his suit and pulled out Gramr, the sword of his people. It glimmered in the dim light, radiant with power.
Carol's eyes widened as she watched him twirl the blade in his hand. Wait, you brought your sword, but you're wearing a suit?
He gave a small, knowing smile. I'm not one to be unprepared.
With a quick motion, he lifted Gramr into the air. A golden aura shimmered around him as the suit began to ripple and change, folding and shifting into something far more formidable: Asgardian armor, sleek and regal, made of dark metal and shimmering plates. His shoulder pauldrons gleamed with silver filigree, and a crimson cape billowed out from behind him.
Carol blinked, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Okay, now you're ready for a fight.
Kal adjusted the strap of his sword on his back and glanced at her, his armor glowing faintly in the low light of the jet. Now, I am.
Project PEGASUS – minutes later
Inside the hangar, chaos had begun.
Security had noticed the Quinjet the moment it crossed restricted airspace. Sirens blared. Armed guards moved toward the outer perimeter. But they weren't prepared for Kal.
As the group approached the side fence, Carol readied a photon charge to blast it open—only for Kal to step forward. He placed a single hand on the metal.
Step back, he said softly.
With a faint hum, golden energy rippled across his palm, melting through the fence like a blade through silk. The edges glowed briefly before collapsing inward.
Carol stared. You just… phase-melted military-grade steel.
Solar transmutation, Kal said calmly. A gift from my father.
Fury glanced at him. Yeah, remind me not to piss off your dad.
Inside, the team moved swiftly. Talos used stolen credentials to access the lower levels, while Kal disabled two security cameras by glaring at them—literally burning their circuits.
They found the lab deep underground. The black box lay beneath glass, suspended by magnetized restraints.
Carol stepped forward. That's it. That's my plane.
Kal looked around. This entire facility is powered by something alien. There's a pulse beneath the floor—Tesseract energy. Dangerous.
Talos grunted. That's where the light-speed engine came from. Lawson stole the core from a Kree research vault.
You're saying the Kree had this Fury asked.
No, Kal corrected. They stole it. But could never master it. You humans… you got further than they expected. Which is why they're afraid of you now.
Carol's eyes flickered. They sent me to kill the only woman who believed in me.
Then let us honor her, Kal said, voice low, by ending what she started.
From above, the heavy sound of boots echoed.
Kree soldiers, Kal growled. They've arrived.
Fury cocked his pistol. Here we go.
Kal stepped in front of Carol. His eyes glowed faintly, heat simmering beneath his skin.
Then let them come.
e sun was dimming on the horizon, casting long shadows over the cracked, battle-scarred terrain. The mission was clear: infiltrate, gather intel, and get out. But as usual, things weren't going as planned.
Carol jumped out of the Quinjet, landing with a soft thud on the dusty ground. She cracked her knuckles and looked back at Kal, who had already stepped out, his Asgardian armor gleaming under the fading sunlight. The golden aura of Gramr hung behind him like a promise of destruction.
Ready for this? Carol grinned, rolling her shoulders.
Kal nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon. I was born ready. He adjusted the hilt of Gramr on his back, the sword's energy thrumming with power. We'll take them by surprise. I'll handle the front lines. You clean up the stragglers.
Carol smirked, her photon energy flaring to life in her hands. You got it, Prince of Asgard.
With a shared nod, they began moving, stealthily at first, toward the heart of the Kree outpost. It wasn't long before they were spotted. A Kree soldier turned the corner, his helmet gleaming. He raised his weapon—only to be met by Kal's devastating swing of Gramr, which cleaved through his armor with ease. The Kree soldier fell in an instant, a burst of green blood splattering across the dirt.
Looks like we've been made, Carol said, her voice sharp.
The Kree forces began to mobilize, their numbers overwhelming. They fired blaster bolts that whizzed past Carol, barely missing her, but she wasn't concerned. Instead, she shot forward with incredible speed, dodging the next barrage of fire and retaliating with blasts of her own.
Kal, standing tall in the middle of the open ground, raised Gramr high. The sword crackled with Asgardian energy as he swung it downward, sending a shockwave through the ground. The Kree soldiers nearest to him were thrown off their feet, their armor dented and scorched by the shockwave.
One of the Kree commanders—dressed in heavier armor—charged at him, his energy shield raised. "This planet will fall! You cannot stop us!" he roared.
Kal's eyes narrowed. We shall see, he replied coldly, before darting forward with inhuman speed. In one fluid motion, he swung Gramr, slicing through the Kree's shield like it was paper, and then cleaving the soldier in half. The body crumpled, falling in a heap of green blood and shattered armor.
Carol, having dealt with her own group of Kree soldiers, shot over to Kal's side. Nice moves, she said, her voice laced with amusement.
Kal gave her a look, almost challenging. I don't play around.
More Kree soldiers arrived, surrounding them on all sides. Carol's hands glowed with bright photon energy as she held them out, charging up for a massive burst.
You're going to want to move, she warned, her voice cool.
Kal, unfazed, raised Gramr high again. With a grunt, he thrust the blade into the earth, sending a massive shockwave across the battlefield. It was enough to knock the Kree soldiers off their feet.
In the same moment, Carol let loose a barrage of energy blasts, each one sending Kree soldiers flying backward like ragdolls. The air hummed with the intensity of the battle as explosions rocked the outpost. Kal swung Gramr in a wide arc, sending a powerful wave of energy to knock a group of Kree flying, their bodies slamming into walls.
One of the soldiers—a particularly large Kree warrior—charged toward Kal, swinging a large energy weapon. Kal's golden eyes met his with cold resolve.
This is your last chance, Kal said, his voice low. He raised Gramr to defend, and the Kree soldier's weapon collided with the sword in a burst of energy. Sparks flew as Kal pressed forward, and with a single slash, he sent the Kree soldier sprawling to the ground, defeated.
Carol joined him, effortlessly dispatching more Kree soldiers with precision. I gotta admit, I like the way you fight, she said between blasts.
Kal's gaze softened, but only for a moment. It is the way of my people. We defend, or we die.
The battlefield around them was littered with Kree bodies, but still, more kept coming. Kal's muscles flexed beneath his armor as he prepared for the next wave.
Don't worry, Carol said with a grin, firing off another shot. I've got your back.
Kal smirked back, the first sign of camaraderie between them. And I have yours.
With that, they continued to fight, side by side, Gramr and photon energy carving through the Kree forces like they were nothing more than a fleeting storm.
The sky above darkened as the battle intensified. Explosions rang out, sending columns of dirt and debris into the air. The Kree were relentless, flooding the battlefield in an attempt to overwhelm the two warriors.
Carol and Kal stood back-to-back, surveying the growing swarm of Kree soldiers. The ground was littered with the bodies of fallen foes, but more continued to charge forward, their eyes burning with hatred.
They just keep coming, Carol said, her voice steady despite the chaos. She ducked as a Kree soldier lunged at her, but with a swift kick, she sent him flying into the air, where she blasted him with a burst of photon energy.
Kal swung Gramr once more, the sword singing through the air as it sliced into the ranks of their enemies. The Asgardian blade cut through Kree armor as if it were nothing more than paper, and with each swing, another enemy was vanquished. He turned to Carol, his expression grim.
This will not end quickly, he said. We need to end this now.
Carol's eyes sparkled with determination. I'm with you on that.
In a flash of light, she charged forward, her energy flaring up with intensity. She spun through the air, taking out several Kree soldiers in one swift motion. Her energy blasts lit up the battlefield, creating bright streaks of light across the twilight sky. She was a blur of power—each movement precise and devastating.
Kal followed closely behind, his strength unmatched. He moved with a purpose, each strike from Gramr knocking Kree soldiers back, sending them tumbling through the air. He didn't hesitate, his movements efficient as he cleared a path for Carol to follow.
A Kree warrior with heavy plating and an energy shield moved in on them, roaring as it swung a massive hammer-like weapon. The force behind the attack could have shattered a building, but Kal was already in motion. He met the Kree head-on, parrying the hammer with Gramr. The shockwave from the clash rippled across the battlefield, and the ground beneath them cracked.
With a single, powerful twist of his blade, Kal disarmed the Kree soldier, sending the hammer flying across the field. He then drove Gramr into the soldier's chest, sending a wave of energy through the Kree's armor and incapacitating him in an instant. The soldier crumpled to the ground.
Carol, meanwhile, was airborne, dodging another volley of Kree blaster fire. She spun mid-air, firing off a series of photon blasts, each one striking its mark and sending Kree soldiers sprawling backward. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted a Kree officer taking cover behind a set of crates.
I'll take care of him, she said, a grin tugging at her lips.
Kal looked over his shoulder, his golden eyes flicking to Carol. I'll keep them occupied.
Without waiting for a response, Carol shot forward like a missile. She closed the distance in a blink, landing directly in front of the Kree officer. Before he could react, she unleashed a burst of photon energy, knocking him off his feet and sending him crashing into the ground.
The officer groaned in pain, trying to raise his weapon, but Carol was already on him. She grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground. Where is the intel on Earth's defenses? she demanded.
The officer sneered, spitting in her face. You'll never know. We will destroy this planet.
Carol's eyes burned with fury. She wasn't interested in threats. With a single motion, she slammed him into the ground, her photon energy flaring to life around her fists.
Talk, she ordered, her voice deadly calm.
Behind her, Kal was cutting down more Kree soldiers with ruthless precision. He was relentless, not allowing a single enemy to get too close. His blade shone with an otherworldly light as he dispatched the Kree forces with ease, his every move an expression of sheer power and control.
Meanwhile, Carol applied pressure, forcing the officer to yield. The Kree have no hold here, she muttered, stepping back just as Kal reached her side. He gave her a brief nod of approval.
He won't be a problem anymore, Carol said, turning to Kal.
But their victory was short-lived.
A massive Kree warship, unseen until now, broke through the clouds, its dark silhouette towering above them. The ship's cannons powered up, and several smaller ships deployed from the hangar bays. A force of elite Kree soldiers dropped onto the battlefield, their armor even more advanced than the rest.
Kal's eyes flicked to the ship, then to Carol. We'll need to finish this.
I like the sound of that, Carol replied, her fists crackling with photon energy.
Without missing a beat, Carol shot into the air, firing off blasts that hit the incoming Kree ships. Her energy struck the first wave with enough force to send one of the ships spiraling to the ground. But more were on their way.
Kal wasn't far behind. With a mighty leap, he shot forward, Gramr raised high. As he descended, the sword slashed through the hull of a Kree fighter, sending it crashing into the ground. The debris exploded in a fiery blaze, but Kal was already moving, his golden eyes set on the next wave of soldiers.
The Kree commander's ship had begun its descent, its massive cannons aimed at the ground. The Kree knew they couldn't win a fight on the ground, but they had one final play to make.
Carol looked up, seeing the ship aiming its weapons. She zoomed toward it, not waiting for the countdown to fire. She was too fast. Too furious.
Not today, she muttered under her breath.
She flew directly into the path of the Kree warship's cannon, forming a photon shield with her hands. The energy from the blast collided with her shield, and for a moment, she felt the shockwave push against her, her body straining to hold the force at bay.
Kal wasn't far behind, leaping to her side. He raised Gramr and slammed the blade into the ground, sending a shockwave that momentarily disrupted the warship's targeting systems. The Kree ship's shots veered off course, missing them by mere inches.
With a roar, Carol broke through the blast and shot upward, slamming her fist into the hull of the ship. She pierced through it, tearing the outer armor apart with her energy.
Kal's eyes glowed brighter, his Asgardian powers amplifying as he swung Gramr again, creating a surge of energy that shook the ground. The Kree soldiers around them began to retreat as the ship's defenses weakened.
The battle was far from over, but with Carol and Kal's combined might, the Kree forces were already on the back foot.
The smoke and debris from the battlefield still hung thick in the air as Carol and Kal stood amidst the wreckage. The Kree forces had been pushed back, their elite soldiers retreating to their hidden stronghold. But they weren't done yet. Not by a long shot.
Carol wiped blood from her lip, eyes scanning the horizon for any more Kree forces. Kal stood beside her, his golden armor reflecting the last rays of the setting sun. We've got to stop the Supreme Intelligence before they regroup, he said, his voice low but resolute.
Carol nodded, her expression hardening. I'm going in. I've got a score to settle with that thing.
Before they could take another step, an explosion rocked the ground beneath them. The Kree fortress emerged from the mist, its towering spires glowing with an eerie light. A low, mechanical hum echoed through the valley, signaling the arrival of the Supreme Intelligence's domain.
It's time, Carol said, eyes narrowing. Stay close, Kal. I'll handle the Supreme Intelligence, but I'll need you to keep the Kree from interfering.
Kal's sword glinted in the fading light, a promise of the violence he was ready to unleash. We'll do this together.
Carol entered the massive, dark chamber of the Supreme Intelligence's lair. A holographic image of the Supreme Intelligence materialized before her, its massive form looming over her like a god. It was a shape-shifting entity, its true form rarely revealed. Instead, it often took the shape of a massive, sentient mass of floating Kree skulls, a terrifying visage meant to instill both fear and awe.
I see you've come to face me, Carol Danvers, the Supreme Intelligence's voice echoed, a thousand whispers blending into one. You think you can stop me, but you are nothing. You are a mere tool. A weapon I've shaped and sent into this galaxy to serve my will.
Carol's fists crackled with photon energy as she glared at the hologram. You made a mistake trying to control me. You can't use me like you used to.
The Supreme Intelligence's laugh reverberated through the room. You think you're in control? I created you, Carol. You are nothing without me. You are just a fragment of my grand design.
Carol's chest heaved with anger. I'm more than that now. I'm not your weapon anymore. I'm the one who gets to decide who I fight for.
The hologram flickered, and the Supreme Intelligence's form shifted. It transformed into the face of Yon-Rogg, the Kree commander who had manipulated her in the past. You think you've freed yourself? You're still the same. Just a pawn. You always will be.
Carol's eyes blazed with fury. You're wrong. She stepped forward, her energy swirling around her hands. I'm not your pawn. And I'm not your soldier anymore.
The Supreme Intelligence's voice turned dark and foreboding. You cannot escape your destiny, Carol. You are mine.
At that moment, the Supreme Intelligence's form shimmered, and the walls of the chamber seemed to close in on her. The room distorted, twisting around her as if it were alive. She could feel the weight of its power pressing against her, but she stood firm.
I've already escaped you, Carol shot back, her voice full of resolve.
The Kree fortress trembled, but Carol's energy flared up, pushing back against the Supreme Intelligence's influence. It seemed to pulse, trying to force her into submission, but Carol was stronger now. She was more than just the Kree's creation. She was Captain Marvel. And she had the power to rewrite her own fate.
The Supreme Intelligence's presence in the chamber was overwhelming, but Carol stood her ground. She focused, letting her energy expand outward. I am not your tool, she said through gritted teeth. I am my own person, and I'll be damned if I let you control me anymore.
The Supreme Intelligence's face contorted into something between anger and amusement. You still don't understand. You are nothing without me. You always will be.
Carol's hands crackled with energy, her entire body glowing with the power of a thousand suns. I don't need you to be powerful. With that, she launched herself into the air, her photon energy creating a shockwave as she collided with the Supreme Intelligence's form.
The Supreme Intelligence screamed in fury, but Carol didn't stop. She hammered it with blast after blast, her energy burning brighter with each strike. The Kree fortress shook as the walls trembled under the force of her assault.
With one final, explosive burst, Carol shattered the Supreme Intelligence's holographic form. The energy blasted through the chamber, tearing through the walls and sending shockwaves rippling out into the distance.
The Kree command ship hung ominously in space, its massive frame dark against the light of distant stars. A fleet of Kree fighters buzzed around it, each one ready to engage with the formidable force approaching.
Carol Danvers and Kal soared through the void of space, both fully powered and glowing with energy. Carol's body crackled with raw photon energy, and Kal radiated a golden light that seemed to distort the very fabric of space around him. They were two unstoppable forces, moving as one.
Carol spoke Ready to finish this?
Kal replied After you.
Carol shot forward, a streak of light through the endless dark. She unleashed a barrage of photon blasts, obliterating Kree fighters in quick succession. Her attacks were precise and controlled, the energy bursts creating massive explosions as they hit their targets.
Kal followed close behind, his fists crackling with cosmic energy. With each punch, Kree ships shattered, breaking apart like fragile toys. He could feel the heat of the blasts around him, but he was impervious to it. His focus remained on the command ship looming ahead.
Together, they formed a near-perfect harmony of destruction, cutting through the Kree forces with ease.
Inside the Kree Command Ship
Inside the command ship, Yon-Rogg watched the destruction unfold. His expression was unreadable, though the storm of energy crackling outside the windows showed that he wasn't going to let this stand.
As Carol and Kal neared the Kree ship, the massive superweapon, its central cannon, began to charge. The low hum of energy filled the air as it powered up, ready to fire on Earth.
Yon-Rogg snarled You think you can stop me, Carol? You're nothing but a weapon—nothing more.
Carol spoke amusedly Then I guess you'll be disappointed.
With a flicker of energy, Carol rocketed toward the Kree cannon. She dodged incoming fire and pushed forward with all her strength, her form a blur of light.
Kal wasn't far behind. He surged toward the command ship, his eyes glowing like twin suns. He collided with the Kree ship's hull, his fists sending shockwaves through the structure.
Carol was already inside, her hands glowing as she slammed into the core of the cannon. Energy crackled around her, and with a powerful roar, she unleashed a blast of photon energy that cracked the cannon's structure wide open. The weapon sputtered, failing to charge any longer.
Carol smiled Not today.
The resulting explosion rocked the ship as debris began to fly in all directions. Carol shot out of the hole she had just made, propelled by her own energy, and rejoined Kal in space.
Kal praised Nice work.
With that carol went back to talos