Letters From Avengers

The Stars Tell Stories - Carol Danvers

You know, I know life isn't meant to be easy and all, but I expected a little leeway after everything I have already been through. Losing my memory, having to start my life from scratch, joining an evil alien group hellbent on killing innocents, then watching the people I care about as they crumbled to dust at my feet. You'd think I had earned myself some peace, right? Well, that peace came to me in the form of Maria.

She had been by my side whenever I needed her before and after my time with the Kree. I only wish I could have been there for her more as her time came to an end.

That's not the point of this though, the end. It's the parts in the middle, the small glimpses of happiness that we strive for.

It wasn't long after the blip, one of the few times I was able to spend time on Earth, that Maria had dragged me out on the roof of her house. It was late. The moon was bright against the cloudless sky, surrounded by the mesmerizing twinkles of the stars.

"The stars are full of stories," Maria would tell me, "stories of love, hope, of one day being reunited."

It would send a spike of pain through my chest. An unfriendly reminder that Monica was gone, the little girl who I had grown to love as if she were my own. A painful reminder that even if we couldn't get Monica back from the destruction Thanos had caused, Maria would soon be joining her daughter in the afterlife.

A thing that would come to fruition not long after that night.

Even with the pain of that night, I like to look back and reminisce. We talked a lot on that rooftop that night. Not just about the impending doom that lingered over our heads at every turn, but about the bright spots in our lives.

I had loved, will always love Maria with all my heart. A fact that I wish I had told the woman. She knew I loved her, hell, she knew everything about me before I even did. But I should have told her how I loved her, why I loved her, and in which way I loved her. She deserved to know before she died. God, I wish I could go back and just tell her, just one time.

If there is anything you can take out of this letter, take this. Love them with every fibre of your being, tell them, show them. Live in the bright spots and don't let the darkness of everyday life dull the stories of your stars. Don't make the same mistakes I did.

I love you on this planet and every planet in existence.

Forever yours,

C.D.