Bab 146: Carol 'Captain Marvel' Danvers x Pilot!Reader
"Higher, further, faster, baby." Carol told you as you hopped into your own fighter jet. Maria laughed as the pair of you kept bickering. You grinned, adjusting yourself in your seat. "I think that I'm the better pilot." You snorted as Carol's attitude. "Whatever, Danvers." She grinned, "Think you're better?" Her self-assurance made you laugh uproariously with a sarcastic edge. "Please, Danvers. I'm clearly the better pilot." Carol laughed, tilting her head back. "What? Don't I get a say in this? I mean I'm clearly better than the pair of you." Maria called, out. "You're better than both of us." You told her. Carol nodded and raised her eyebrows as you adjusted your helmet. "Race you?" Her impish tone made you snicker. The cockpits closed over your heads. You raised your left hand, stuck the pinkie and thumb out while folding the other fingers down, shaking your hand once. Carol now knew that you were game for the race.
You took off first, Carol following behind, she caught up to you and you both stayed at each other's sides for a few moments. Before you both raced off, the plan was to round the mountains and the first back to base won.
Carol curved around the mountains, you following close to her. She shot out behind them, you shot out, and managed to overshot Carol by a few seconds. You nosed ahead, Carol grinned as she managed to catch up. You both shot towards base, Carol managed to get ahead by a few seconds. The flight tower allowed her to land first, you landed a few moments. Carol got carefully and elegantly out of her cockpit. You followed suit. Jumping down, Carol began to crow about her flying skills, she danced mockingly around you. You grinned, waving your hands, "Alright, alright I concede." Carol grinned. "I am clearly the better pilot than you, Danvers." Carol got a shocked expression as Maria howled with laughter behind the pair of you. Carol got an annoyed look, pouting slightly. Maria threw her arms around the pair of you, her helmet banging against your arm.
The three of you sat around Maria's lounge with her daughter, Monica. You pulled a piece of pizza from the box, the cheese stretching. You shoved the warm greasy piece into your mouth as Carol enacted the flight, she stretched the details. Laughing, Maria chipped in her own details and how some of the other pilots had bets on who would win, you or Carol. Some were on you, others bet on Carol. When asked who she bet on Maria remained silent, a knowing glint was shared with her daughter.
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