Chapter 61

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 " Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation."
Robert A. Heinlein



(Rouen, France, 10:15 AM)



While eating breakfast, Carol and her son began conversing of other things which the boy wanted to know further about his mother. The elderly half-Kree woman mentioned of her younger years in the US Air Force and NASA before joining the Avengers. The hybrid was very interested to listen of her story which he wanted to know about flying jet planes and going to space, while he was taking some grapes and bread to finish.


" Mom, I wanna know that day after you made a world record flight to space, " he said and drank his hot chocolate. " I remembered that day when Mar-Vell and I saw you on the TV. "


" Oh, that! " she chuckled. " I made a Guinness World Record attempt for the fastest flyer into space with a record of 10 seconds. "


" Really?! "


" Yeah, the astronauts found me and recorded my epic flight. "


" That was really cool! " he smiled. " I wish I could have done that in my cosmonaut training days in Russia. "


" Kid, we flew to the atmosphere some nights ago, right? "


" Yeah, but I just want to try further going to space just like you did. "


" Maybe, you will, Kid. " Carol smiled back. " Once this pesky long invasion is over, you're gonna have more flight training with me. "


" As a 682 clone? "


" No! " she laughed loudly and gently poked her son's shoulders. " When you get yourself fixed, Okay? "


" Right, " he nodded and changed the topic. " Mom, I wonder how you got into space as Captain Marvel and what did you do? "


" Oh, yeah. Let me tell you a story. "





(FIFTY YEARS AGO: SOMEWHERE IN INTERGALACTIC SPACE)



Outside the giant space fleet going to the outskirts of the Andromeda Galaxy, Carol Danvers or Captain Marvel flew past towards it as she spied around. The younger half-Kree blonde scanned around the vehicle and noticed some strange alien lettering scribbled on it. It was neither Kree, Sh'iar, nor, Xandarian, it was a Skrull language. She closely inspected it and sensed fear from the inside as she used her seventh sense. Just inside the fleet, there were groups of exiled aliens from different race were being taken by a gang of Skrull pirates as slaves.



" Skrulls, " Carol angrily thought. " They're causing too much trouble again just like the Lizard race. Now, what are they upto?! "


" HELP US! " a young male voice cried.

" YOU WON'T ESCAPE FROM HERE!! " the other male angrily yelled. " WE'LL TAKE YOU TO A NEW PLANET AND SERVE YOUR NEW MASTER!! "

" This isn't right..."
she looked around and kept hearing the voices. " Surely, I tried beating up the Skrulls before, but this one's a different case...Well, gotta find out how to save these people."

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