Aunty Natty

As Monica turned her head and focused on Carol, her black eyes took on a glowing blue hue. "What the hell are you doing here?" Carol froze as Monica's hands took on the same blue tint as her eyes. Monica pushed to her feet and stepped closer as a low growl rumbled in her chest. "I said, what are you doing here?"

Carol and Natasha picked the wrong day to visit Maria Rambeau's memorial, or maybe not. Maybe Maria needs to hear what happened while she was gone, and maybe Carol needs to come to grip with her grief. Both women need a hug and the truth.

A huge shoutout to @DKGwrites for her amazing assistance while I was writing this. I could not be more fortunate than to have had her tutelage.