I'm a failure of your Universe | Captain Marvel
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  • Reads 245
  • Votes 14
  • Parts 2
  • Time 1h 36m
Complete, First published Jun 23, 2019
Mature
"Have you heard about what happened to Yon-Rogg?"

Carol suppressed a groan. Of course she was aware of her former commander's status among the Kree that reached far beyond Hala, after all she had witnessed him constantly getting approached and celebrated by complete strangers for several years - but this wasn't Hala. It wasn't even a border planet of the Kree Empire. And yet she still couldn't escape him.

"The Kree hero?" the man asked repulsed, chocking on a mocking laugh. No one around here was fond of the Kree which was one of the reasons she had chosen this planet to socialize on in the first place: to not hear of them - especially not this one certain Kree.

"Except he is no hero anymore," the other one replied mischievously.

"What do you mean?" the man managed to mumble while drinking his beverage as his interlocutor had awoken his curiosity - just as he had awoken hers. "What happened?"

"Love apparently."
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