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Whatever It Takes: Coco Villain Au

[Part 1: Trapped] [Part 2: Broken] [Part 3: Determined]

Part 4: Suspicion

“Socorro just called, she says her flight landed safely.”

Enrique looked up from where he’d been pretending to read a book in the living room. He absently rubbed at his chest as his wife walked in, pocketing her phone.

“She says she’s meeting up with the rest of her band at their hotel once she gets her drum equipment off-loaded.” Luisa said, coming up behind his chair and stroking his shoulders. She rubbed the side of his neck as he sighed and tipped his head. “Are you feeling sore again?”

“Sí, I don’t know why,” Enrique said, grimacing. He closed his eyes and leaning into Louisa’s touch as she worked at the knots in his shoulders. He coughed, rubbing his eyes as an unexpected wave of nausea washed over him. “I don’t think I slept badly on it. I think I might be coming down with something.”

Enrique straightened in his chair in an effort to dispel the tight pain in his chest, trying to take a deep breath even as his chest seemed to constrict. It couldn’t be allergies, he’s never had allergies that caused shortness of breath like this.

“It’s all the traveling stress from the Miguel Foundation speaking you’ve been doing this month.” Luisa said, her voice sounding worried from behind him. “You really should see a doctor, mi vida, you’re only fifty-one, you shouldn’t be having these kinds of pains.”

“No, no, I’m perfectly healthy.” Enrique said, forcing himself to stand. “I don’t need to waste time on a doctor. I just need to lie down for a bit, I’ll be fine.”

He swayed as he got to his feet, then stumbled back as his vision momentarily blacked out.

“Queque, what’s wrong, are you all right?” Luisa said. He felt her grab him from behind, supporting him as he tried to stay upright.

“I’m-”

Enrique gasped as a sharp pain stabbed through his chest. He doubled over, dropping painfully to his knees. He clutched at his chest as the blinding pain blacked out his vision again and he collapsed onto his side.

“Enrique!” He distantly heard Luisa scream.

The pain in his chest took over every bit of him, growing and sweeping across his body, eating away at his mind until there was nothing left.

Nothing left but darkness.

***

Waking up was slow, so slow.

For a long time Enrique was dimly aware of sounds around him, but without his brain caring to listen. It could have been minutes or years before he drifted to true awareness, before his brain registered his existence again, clicking his sense of self back into place.

He was Enrique Rivera. He was in bed. He had just woken up.

Enrique took a deep breath, his mind feeling sluggish as he turned onto his side and let his eyes slowly drift open, squinting tiredy against the light in the room. He must have slept in if that much sun was coming through the windows.

He grimaced as he propped himself up on his elbow, his whole chest ached terribly for some reason. Maybe he really should see a doctor sometime, like Luisa kept saying he should.

Speaking of Luisa...where...?

He stared at the empty space in the bed beside him, seeing many things that seemed wrong, but having to wait for his brain to tell him why as it processed at a maddenly slow rate.

Not only was Luisa not there, but this was a twin-sized bed. He had never seen it before. He looked up and blinked hard as he took in the foreign room around him, all pastel yellows and greens, sparsely decorated in hospital style.

“Mijo, you’re awake.”

Enrique’s mind was picking up speed now, taking things in faster as he turned to look towards the familiar voice, not believing what he was hearing. He hadn’t heard that voice in over fifteen years.

“M-Mamá Coco?” He asked weakly his words sticking in his throat and a cold feeling flushing over him.

“Welcome home Quique, it’s so good to see you again.” Mamá Coco said, leaning forward in her wicker chair and gently taking his hand. “We didn’t think you would be coming so soon, but it’s good to see you.”

“I, you’re...” Enrique’s head spun and the awful pain in his chest flared, sending him collapsing back onto his pillow with a strangled whimper.

He stared at his abuelita as she calmly watched him. Her hair was done up in her usual two long braids and her sweater shawl was just like the one she’d always worn in her last years.

But her face. Her hands. She...

He caught sight of his own hand as he looked down to where she was still gently holding it, and jolted.

Bone.

Gleaming, white, dry, and very, very,

“Dead.” Enrique said, his breathing rough and weak as he closed his eyes tightly against the staggering realization. “I’m dead, I died.”

He remembered now. The chest pain, his collapse, Luisa’s scream.

Luisa.

“I have to go back.” Enrique said, pushing himself upright and trying to throw off the covers, “I have to get to Luisa, I have to-”

“Enrique, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Mamá Coco chided, catching his shoulder as he swayed dangerously halfway off the bed, forcing him to sit as a dizzying rush swept through his head at his sudden movement. “You just died mi hijo, you’ve only been recovering for a few hours, you’ll need to rest a bit more than that before you go charging off.”

“I can’t, I can’t be dead,” Enrique gasped, grimacing against the pain in his chest, his, his...

He looked down and felt another wave of nausea. His ribcage?

He put a hand to his forehead and cringed at the awful sensation of bone scraping bone, an unpleasant shiver running down his spine.

His spine?

He grit his teeth and forced himself not to look again to see his own spine. Too much, it was too much all at once. He was going to lose it if he did too much all at once.

Luisa had been right, she was always right, why hadn’t he listened? A heart attack? That was so, so preventable.

“Is there any way to go back?’ He asked, forcing himself not to scream, to try and make his voice sound as normal as possible. “I need to go home, Luisa is going to be devastated, I can’t leave her like this. Could this be a near-death experience? Can I get back somehow?”

“It hurts to be separated from those we love,” Mamá Coco said patiently. “but I’m afraid you’ll have to be patient with the rest of us. Don’t worry, Luisa will come eventually, everyone always does.”

Enrique shook his head, grimacing. No, no, no, no. Luisa had to stay alive, she had to stay for Socorro, for their three grandchildren. She needed to stay away from death for as long as possible, she didn't deserve this too.

But how could he survive without her?

What was left of Enrique’s body ached, and what was left of his heart hurt even more badly. Enrique didn’t know if the dead could cry, but his breathing was beginning to catch and gasp as if he were about to try his hardest. He hadn’t felt this emotionally gutted since-

He gasped, standing up fast enough to make Mamá Coco frown, but he didn’t care about the dizziness this time.

“Miguel?” He said urgently, the decades old question spilling out of him. “Is he here? Is he dead? Did he really die?”

“Sí.” Mamá Coco said quietly, watching him closely.

Sí.

Miguel was dead.

They’d all known it, after twenty years without even a hint they’d all known deep down that he must be dead, but finally hearing it felt was a heaviest bittersweet pain he’d ever experienced.

“How old?” Enrique asked hoarsely, needed and dreading the answer.

Not a single birthday had gone unoted over the last twenty years, Miguel was thirty-three years old. Should have been thirty-three years old.

“Enrique,” Mamá Coco sighed, reaching down to pick up a photo album off the floor. “You’re going to see a lot of unsettling and different things today. I need you to promise that you will do your best to adjust and accept that many things are different in the land of the dead. Can you promise me that?”

“When did Miguel die?”

“Enrique.”

“Sí, lo siento Mamá Coco, I promise. But please, my son, Miguel, can I see him? What really happened to him?”

Mamá Coco lifted the heavy photo album onto the bed and flipped open the cover. “You’ll meet everyone tonight, including Miguel. We live together at your Papá Héctor and Mamá Imelda’s mansion, I’ll be taking you there as soon as you’re feeling able to walk. The arrival agents say you should be ready to leave this afternoon.”

Enrique tried to bite his lip to stifle his frustration, only to shudder at finding no lip to bite. It was fine, he could play be her rules, he could wait just a minute longer.

“The family is all coming together to celebrate your arrival and you’ll need to know who everyone is, so pay attention. You know about Papá Héctor and Mamá Imelda of course.” Mamá Coco said, pointing to the first photo in the album.

It was a large and familiar sepia photograph he’d seen in family albums a million times growing up. Mamá Coco was a little girl on Mamá Imelda’s knee as she stared down the camera, and Papá Héctor smiling gently as he held his old performing guitar to the side. It was a picture from the years before Papá Héctor had become famous.

“That was them in life, and this is them now.” Mamá Coco said, her bony finger tracing to the opposite page. “They care for the family.”

She tapped a newer looking photo of two impeccably dressed skeletons, posing for the camera with an ease that came from a lifetime of fame and papárazzi. Mamá Imelda looked just as determined but more confident, and Papá Héctor’s smile was a little sharper, probably from constant use, but just as warm as ever.

“Your Papá Héctor has been caring for Miguel ever since he died, they are both very close.” Mamá Coco looked up at him. “Quique, when children die young they’re often adopted by a surrogate family member here until their real parents arrive. Sometimes it’s a simple hand-off, but sometimes it’s more complicated than that. Miguel has been very close with Papá for a very very long time, you need to be aware that your arrival is going to be a sensitive issue. I need you to be patient over the next few weeks as things are figured out and keep a cool head, alright?”

“He’s a child?” Enrique asked hoarsely, his brain seizing on only that detail, “He died when he was young?”

“Miguel disappeared because a curse transported him here.” Mamá Coco said gently, “He didn’t make it back in the narrow window he had before he died. Miguel died the same night he disappeared twenty years ago.”

The same night.

Enrique had known, suspected, feared deep down all along that the truth was something like this, but that hadn’t stopped him from idly imagining what Miguel must look like as the years passed. Miguel hitting his growth spurt, his voice deepening, growing facial hair, his shoulders broadening. Looking just like him perhaps, or maybe even like Luisa’s father.

But he’d been wrong. Miguel had never changed from the picture they put on his memorial all those years ago.

“I need to see him.” Enrique said, fatigue beginning to creep into his mind, “Please, I need to see my boy.”

“You’ll see him tonight.” Mamá Coco promised as she turned the page and pointed to the next picture. “This is little Miguelito now.”

Enrique pulled the album towards him, looking at the picture.

“Oh Miguel.” Enrique said, not waiting for permission as he slipped the photo out of its sleeve so he could look closer. “Miguel what happened to you.”

Papá Héctor looking as confident as ever, but now with an arm lovingly wrapped around a small child skeleton shyly leaning against his jacket as he looked at the camera. Their facial markings were so similar, and the boy had a small navy blue mark just above his mouth where Miguel’s mole had been in life.

Miguel had never been shy like that in life, but maybe the picture had been taken shortly after his death, when he was still recovering. At least it looked like Papá Héctor had taken good care of him. At least Miguel had been able to rely on loving family when Enrique couldn’t be there for him. Enrique would have to thank Papá Héctor for looking after his boy.

“Miguel is much different than you remember him Quique, he’s been through a lot, he’s much quieter now.” Mamá Coco said. She turned the page again. “These are my siblings, you’re great-Tias and Tíos, pay attention for a moment.”

Enrique tried, he really did try to focus as Mamá Coco toured him through the rest of the family. He made it through her siblings; Mateo (the director of the Rivera Foundation, someone he’d known in life), Leti (Mateo’s twin that had died young of cancer), and Héctor Junior (a stiff businessman Enrique had known of but never met).

And the youngest of the siblings, someone named Rodrigo, someone whose picture Mamá Coco sighed tiredly over, shaking her head. “Your Tio Rodrigo is...very spirited. He died when he was twenty-six and doesn’t get along with most of the family. You won’t see much of him in the afterlife I’m afraid. If you do, just let him be. He can be a trouble maker, just ignore him and you’ll be fine.”

After Rodrigo came endless pages of primos, Mamá Coco turning page after page after page, all the skeletal faces and half familiar names blurring together. The dull ache in Enrique’s chest seemed to be fading, but that may have just been his imagination, he had to fight to keep his eyes open against the tiredness that was pulling at him.

He kept looking at the picture in his hand, at Miguel, wondering what their reunion later that night would be like. If only Luisa were here with them.

Well, no. If only he and Miguel could somehow go back to Luisa, to Socorro. If only their family could be brought back together in one place, without death.

“Normally we would ride home in a private car,” Mamá Coco said, finally reaching the end of the photo album and closing it. “But as soon as you’re feeling up to it I thought I’d take you on the sky trolley and show you a bit of the city while we travel. Rest a little while longer, we’ll leave out in a couple hours to get you ready to meet everyone, alright mijo?”

“And then I’ll see Miguel.” Enrique said, grateful to be allowed to lay back down on his pillow, already feeling himself slipping away as he still held Miguel’s photo.

“Remember Quique, things are going to be different.” Mamá Coco said.

For some reason she looked mildly concerned as Enrique closed his eyes, but he was already asleep before he could wonder why.

***

“Well anyway, it was so good to finally meet you, welcome home.” Leti said, giving Enrique a hug.

Enrique smiled as he returned to hug, forcing himself not to cringe at the unsettling clacking of bones under their clothing. Hugging his teenage great-tia had been only the latest in what had already been a long evening of handshakes, shoulder slaps, spirited stories, and of course skeletal hugs.

He hadn’t realized just how much family he had, let alone how well known the Riveras would be in the Land of the Dead. On the sky trolley ride over Mamá Coco had pointed out “Plaza Rivera,” among other landmarks dedicated to Héctor and his posterity. And that was after explaining that he’d woken up in the “Rivera wing” of the hospital.

Arriving at the massive Rivera mansion had nearly been overwhelming, it easily outshown even the large estates the Riveras has in the land of the living, which was saying something. It had been surprisingly pleasant to meet everyone waiting inside, connecting with dozens of enthusiastic family members, most of whom somehow seemed to be very familiar with his life even if he usually knew little of them.

At first it had been easy to stay busy meeting and talking with family, but now that Enrique had made the rounds of dozens of people that he had forgotten names of already everyone else seemed content to catch up with each other, leaving him drifting now that Tia Leti walked off to join another group.

Enrique glanced around the ballroom yet again, looking for any sign of Miguel. When Mamá Coco had turned him loose to mix and mingle she’d warned him Papá Héctor and Miguel were at a pre-scheduled charity event and would be coming late.

“Enrique,” someone (a...second-cousin?) said, tapping him on the shoulder and pointing across the crowd. “Papá Héctor’s here.”

An electric jolt shot through Enrique and he craned his neck to see over the crowd, zeroing in on the brim of a white and gold sombrero on the other side of the room. He didn’t even think to say thank you before he started pushing and weaving his way towards his target. Enrique ran as quickly as he could, causing others to jump out of his way.

Miguel was here. Here in the same room. Here where Enrique could finally, finally reach him. He would be able to scoop him up into a hug and make twenty years of apologies and hear his little boy talk and chatter again, just like he’d been longing to hear for decades.

Enrique was panting when he reached the other side of the ballroom, bursting through the crowd to the small clearing where a man in a fine white and gold charro suit was holding the hand of a boy in a matching outfit as he talked pleasantly with others.

“Miguel!” Enrique cried.

The boy turned to look at him and Enrique’s absent heart ached to recognize his son, despite how different he looked in death.

But instead of running to him, Miguel’s eyes got wide and he whimpered, leaning up against the man he was with and holding more tightly onto his hand.

“Miguel, what is it? What’s wrong?” Papá Héctor asked, looking down at the boy, then looked up and spotted Enrique. Realization flitted across his face and he smiled, extended an arm in welcome. “Enrique, welcome home, it’s good to see you. I suppose it’s time for you to meet Miguel.”

Enrique stepped closer, but there was now a growing ill feeling in his ribcage that had nothing to do with his recent heart attack. Something was very wrong.

Héctor put a hand on Miguel’s head and the boy turned toward him, silently keeping his glazed eyes on Enrique as he clung to Héctor’s jacket, like a scared toddler might do. The boy didn’t make a sound, watching Enrique without actually looking him in the eye.

“Miguel...” Enrique choked, dropping to one knee, looked at the skeletal shell that was left of what had once been his son. “Miguel, what, what happened? Mijo, what happened to you, what’s wrong?”

“I’m afraid he’s been through quite a lot.” Héctor said, but Enrique didn’t take his eyes off Miguel, who stared back, still not meeting his gaze, somehow managing to look blank and terrified at the same time.

“He’s been like this ever since he arrived,” Héctor said sadly, gently stroking Miguel’s hair as the boy clung to him. “we don’t know exactly what it was that the curse did to him. I assure you he’s been to the best doctors and therapists that money can buy over the last twenty years, we’ve done our very best to take good care of him. As long as he’s with me we’re alright, aren’t we, Chamaco? But being around a lot of new people can be a little scary.”

“I am his father.” Quique said, the words coming out unexpectedly hot with the heat of the tears he couldn’t cry. “I am not new, there’s something wrong with him.”

“Quique,” Héctor said, looking down at him with an expression that inexplicably made Enrique want to hit something, “I know this must be hard for you, but I need you to understand. Miguel has been with us for twenty years now.”

Longer than you ever took care of him.

The unspoken words rang in Enrique’s head as he looked up from Miguel. The look on Héctor’s face confirmed that it was exactly what he was trying to communicate.

Miguel is mine now, and you need to take a big step back. Héctor seemed to be saying.

So this is what Mamá Coco had been trying to warn him about.

“Miguel,” Enrique said gently, looking back at the catatonic child. “Miguel, it’s me, it’s Papá, it’s been a really long time since I’ve seen you, Mamá and I have missed you so much.”

No response. No words. None of the fire he remembered in his son. Not the quick smile, the bright eyes, the loving teasing or the musical laugh, the bright joy or the calm warmth.

As a skeleton he didn't even look like his Miguel, only the red-brown eyes and the small navy beauty mark above his lip were at all similar to the boy Enrique had missed and wept and prayed over for decades now. To the pictures he’d carried for years. To the son he had never, never stopped hoping he would somehow see again.

This was not Miguel.

This was a nightmare.

“What is wrong with my son?” said Enrique, getting to his feet and staring Héctor down. “What have you done to him?”

“Miguel is a fragile child who has been through more than he deserves.” Héctor said quietly, wrapping his arm around Miguel in a protective way that made Enrique want to scream. “Perhaps we can continue this conversation tomorrow when we’ve all had some rest.”

“Miguel, it’s me, look at me.” Enrique said, taking a step forward, “I know you remember me, mijo.”

“I don’t think he’s in the mood-”

“Stop talking for him.” Enrique snapped, feeling desperation rising in him. “And why are we having this conversation out in the open? It’s obviously too much for him, I need a room where I can be alone with him for a while.”

This was wrong, this was all so wrong. In all the hundreds, the thousands of ways he’d imagined seeing Miguel again over the years, not even his most awful imaginings had come close to this.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible.” Héctor said, his voice as warm as ever, but now with a hard edge creeping into his tone. “I think this is as far as we go tonight. I’m glad that you’ve joined us Enrique, welcome home. Miguel’s had a long day and I think it’s time he get some rest, perhaps we can continue this conversation when I return.”

Enrique watched helplessly as Héctor turned and led Miguel away from him.

Héctor was holding Miguel’s hand as if he were leading along a five year-old, a deeply unsettling sight that clashed terribly with the memories Enrique had of his son, a boy who’d been charging off on his own since he could walk. He’d never had to pull him along like that.

“Miguel.” Enrique called, the word slipping out before he even realized it.

And Miguel looked over his shoulder, back at Enrique, just for a moment, before being silently tugged along again.

“Miguel...” Enrique said quietly, the aching in his chest getting worse as his son disappeared into the crowd.

Should he run to catch up with them? Should he, he didn't know, talk to Mamá Coco about getting Miguel back? At that moment he wanted nothing more than to grab his son right and take him far away from Héctor, to get a chance to talk to his boy alone, find out what was really going on.

But...Héctor had said Miguel was fragile, which Enrique had to beleive after what he’d seen. Maybe forcing Miguel to see him really was making things worse.

And as much as it tore Enrique apart, it was true that Héctor had been caring for Miguel longer than he ever had in life...and Enrique didn’t know the first thing about curses or their effects...and it really had been such a very long time since he and Miguel had seen each other.

Maybe...maybe things really had changed.

Enrique rubbed his forehead, flinching his hand away at the still-unfamiliar feeling of bone-on-bone. He didn’t know how his own body worked anymore, but it certainly felt like he was choking up, like he was going to cry.

He needed Luisa. She would know what to do, she would know how to handle this nightmare, she would know how to wake up Miguel, would know what was wrong with him.

Enrique stared up at the high ceiling above him, gritting his teeth and willing himself to get a grip. He hadn’t even been dead a whole day, whether he liked it or not, things were indeed different on this side, just like Mamá Coco said.

He should be grateful Miguel had been taken care of. He shouldn’t be feeling furious jealousy raging inside him. He shouldn’t be jumping to wild conclusions against how must have been treating his boy in order to reduce him to the hollow shell he was now. He shouldn’t be wishing there was some way he could get Miguel away from Héctor, at least for a day or two.

He shouldn’t.

But he was.

Something crashed into him from behind and Enrique yelped as some kind of liquid sloshed over him.

"Lo siento, güey, didn't see you there." A voice chuckled lazily.

Enrique looked up from his soaked shirt to see a man holding two now half-full glasses of wine. The skeleton’s smile looked as disposable as his apology had sounded, and his bloodshot heavy-lidded eyes didn’t help.

He was young, or rather, he must have died young, because Enrique recognized his small beaded braid from the photo album Mamá Coco had shown him earlier.

“Tio Rodrigo?” he asked.

“In the flesh.” Rodrigo grinned, his words just a little slurred on the ends.

Enrique stared at him, momentarily taken aback. In the flesh? Did he really-

“Your faaaaace!” Rodrigo crowed, managing to spill even more of his drinks on the ground as he laughed uproariously. “You freshies are hilarious, I swear, you guys always take forever to loosen up.”

“I see it’s possible to get drunk in the land of the dead?” Enrique said flatly, his agitation turning to annoyance as he looked down at his ruined shirt again.

“Ayyyy, sin hígado, sin problema, sí?” Rodrigo said, elbowing him in the ribs. “Gotta do something to survive around all these stiffs.”

He paused, but Enrique didn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction to his second death joke.

“Anyway, welcome to the family or whatever.” Rodrigo said, his lazy smile thinning as he shrugged and took a sip of what was left in one of his glasses, “This is probably the last time you’ll ever talk to me, so here’s my magical Tio wisdom for you: be careful where you stick your hand, everything around this place bites.” He shoved his second glass in Enrique’s hand. “And here, you’ll need this before you meet Papi, unless of course you’re already one of his bootlickers. Anyway, have fun wandering this zoo for the rest of your afterlife.”

Rodrigo made a kind of sloppy salute and walked off, leaving Enrique with a practically empty glass, and staring in mild shock.

He had never heard a Rivera, dead or alive, talk about the family like that. Especially not about Papá Héctor.

Rodrigo had sounded downright disgusted.

Enrique needed to know more.

“Hey! Tio Rodrigo, wait!” Enrique called, making his way through the crowd of chatting family member that he didn’t recognize.

He noticed he was attracting stares and dropped his voice, forcing himself to walk after Rodrigo instead of running. Mamá Coco had hinted that Rodrigo was the black sheep of the family, it might seem strange for the new arrival to be paying him so much attention.

Enrique carefully made his way to the edge of the crowd and spotted a massive, winged cat alebrije curled up by a roaring fireplace in the far corner. Lounging against her softly glowing side was Rodrigo, legs crossed, eyes closed, and hands behind his head as leaned against the huge cat like she was a sofa.

“Tio Rodrigo?” Enrique said as he approached, eyeing the huge multi-colored beast a little nervously. If it was allowed indoors it had to be safe, right?

“Qué?” Rodrigo cracked open a bloodshot eye, squinting at him. “What, already want to come tell me off? You’re faster than most, I’ll give you that.”

“You said that “everything bites,” you made it sound like Papá Héctor might bite too.” Enrique said, sitting down on the floor across from Rodrigo. “I need you to tell me what’s going on around here.”

Rodrigo stared at him, both eyes open now. But then his lazy expression grew cold. “Get lost. I’m minding my own business, go mind yours. And tell Teto Junior to come face himself if he wants me harassed instead of sending freshies to do it for him.”

“I...no. No one sent me. I need answers.” Enrique said, squaring his shoulders. “I’m Miguel’s father, the little boy that Papá Héctor won't let go of? He disappeared, well, died, twenty years ago and I don’t even recognize him anymore. I think something terrible’s happened to him, if you know anything about it please tell me, something is wrong and you’re the only one I’ve heard say anything negative about this family.”

Rodrigo stared hard at Enrique, slowly tipping his head back, as if his thought process was slowly loading. Which it undoubtedly was, judging by how much alcohol it seemed that he probably drank on a regular basis.

“You’re el espectro’s real Papá?” Rodrigo asked.

“What do you mean, “real” Papá?” Enrique asked irritably, “Of course I am.”

Rodrigo let out a low whistle, looking at Héctor with something that approached pity.

“Hey, uh, you might want to... You don’t actually have to live here.” Rodrigo said, looking out at the crowd beyond them, adjusting to sit up a little straighter. “Like, they’ll make it sound like you have to, but you can leave. Get a flat like me, strike out on your own, alright?”

“I’m not talking about housing, I’m talking about Miguel.” Enrique said sharply. Why was he even talking to the family drunk if he couldn’t even hold a coherent conversation?

Rodrigo looked him in the eye, his dazed focus crystallized suddenly into something raw and hard, reminding Enrique unsettlingly of the look he’d gotten from Héctor only minutes before.

“Look Quique, I’m going to be straight with you.” He said, “You don’t have a son anymore. That nino’s gone, he’s been gone for years. He wasn’t even that bad when he first arrived, but whatever’s wrong with him, it’s permanent now. I’ve never seen him more than five inches away from my father, the kid calls him Papá. He belongs to my father and Papá does not like it when people take his things from him. Move on before you get hurt, if you stick around he’ll grind you down too.”

“Papá Héctor said the curse is what changed Miguel,” Enrique said, forcing himself to push past the pain of hearing Miguel called another man Papá. “Héctor said he’s been to therapists, but if he has then I don’t understand why Miguel is in such bad condition. I need to talk to Miguel, to feel out what the problem is myself. Maybe they’ve had him too long to see clearly what I could see with new eyes, but he wont even let me near Miguel.”

“Look, you’re talking to the wrong person, he won’t let me near the kid either.” Rodrigo rolled his eyes, looking away as he absently threading his fingers through the alebrije cat’s fur. “I’m too much of a bad influence, they don’t want their old youngest child to rub off on their new one. I don’t know what his deal is, all I know is that you’re not going to be on their good side if you try to get near him without a signed permission slip. El espectro is Papá’s lucky charm, pretty sure they’ll both die the second death if they’re ever separated at this point.”

Mamá Coco had made it sound like Miguel was attached to his caretakers, not that he’d been completely re-written by a set of adoptive parents.

If only Enrique could just get Miguel alone, if he could just talk to him for a while. Maybe Héctor really had taken him to doctors, maybe he really had been trying his best, but evidently whatever he was doing was only making things worse.

And Enrique was Miguel’s father, not Héctor. Enrique could help Miguel recover, he knew who Miguel really was, he’d been the one to actually raise the boy, Héctor has only seen him trapped in this stagnant state.

Which wasn’t even remotely the same thing as being his parent. Héctor didn’t have any special one of claim over Miguel, he was just used to no one challenging him.

Maybe it was time for that to change.

“Look, lo siento Queque, really,” Rodrigo said, stiffly getting to his feet and stretching. “but the only way to survive this family is to get away from them. Trust me, I know. There’s some open flats near my place at Plaza Rivera, get your family stipend and get yourself set up there. Take my advice and leave this all behind, move on before you get hurt.”

Rodrigo turned and dug his fingers into the alebrije jaguar’s fur, dragging his hands back and forth across her huge neck. The massive animal opened her blazing yellow eyes and stretched luxuriously, extending her legs and wings, making Enrique shiver at the amount of tense energy coursing through her gigantic frame. This was a creature that looked like it could even kill the dead if it wanted to.

“Pepitaaaa, heeeey pretty kitty,” Rodrigo crooned, scratching behind a feline ear the size of his skull. “want to give me a lift back to my place, beautiful girl? Caprice stayed home tonight, I need to get back before she starts wondering about me.”

Pepita’s thundering purr rolled as she got to her feet and drooped a wing to the floor, allowing Rodrigo to clamber up onto her back.

“Look Quique, you seem like a good kid.” Rodrigo called as Pepita padded to the huge open window nearby, “I’ll tell you what, since you’ve got a bone to pick with my father I’ll give you a once-in-an-afterlife offer, you can come crash at my place for a night if you ever decide to escape. Plaza Rivera, teal building, ground level. Give it up with el espectro now, Papi’s not going to let you anywhere near him.”

“But how do I-?”

Enrique startled as Pepita dropped out of the window, taking a waving Rodrigo down the skyscraper height drop with her.

A moment later he saw them rise in the distance, already flying far, far away on glowing wings.

Enrique watched them disappear into the distant skyline, still holding tightly to the glass Rodrigo had handed him, feeling suddenly as if he had been abandoned somewhere dangerous.

“Was that tonto giving you trouble?”

Enrique jumped, looking over to see that a skeleton in a sharp business suit with a glowing squirrel perched on his shoulder had joined him and was glaring out the window. Héctor Junior, the second youngest child in the family.

“I don’t know why Coco and Leti insist on him attending our gatherings,” Héctor Junior said, his voice as cold as a terminal diagnosis. “all he does is bother the people who actually care about the family.”

“He wasn’t bothering me.” Enrique said automatically, but then froze as Héctor Junior’s stiff gaze turned to him.

“Then what were you two doing?” Héctor Junior asked, his squirrel alebrije chattering as it stared Enrique down with its beady fuchsia eyes.

Enrique tried to bite his non-existent lip for the second time that day as he thought fast. Perhaps disclosing his sympathies with the family pariah wasn’t the smartest thing he could do right now.

Especially not with the mad plan beginning to form in the back of his head.

“Well, actually he was bothering me,” Enrique said, pulling at the hem of his wine-stained shirt with an angry sigh. “But he flew off when I tried to talk to him about it.”

Héctor Junior snorted unkindly, taking a sip of champagne from the fluted glass he carried. “Yes, he does that. Ruy is forever flying away from his responsibilities.”

“Well I’m glad he’s gone,” Enrique said, cringing internally even as he laid it on thick. “he was saying awful things about the family.”

“You’ll find that afterlife without the family mistake is much preferable.” Héctor Junior said, looking at him approvingly. He extended his hand. “Héctor the Second, now that we’ve officially met. You can call me Tio Héctor.”

“It’s good to finally meet you in person.” Enrique said, shaking his hand and resisting the urge to wipe his own handbones on his pant leg afterward. “You’ve left quite a legacy in the family with the Rivera Zapatos Corporation.”

“Yes, I suppose I have.” Héctor Junior said smugly, “Teaming up to work with Tio Felipe y Oscar was certainly one of my most brilliant moment in life. You know, it was when-”

“I just remembered,” Enrique said quickly, cutting off what he already could tell was going to be a very long story. “Papá Héctor asked me to meet him at Miguel’s room and I’ve completely forgotten the directions he gave me. This place is so big, do you know how to get to Miguel’s room from here?”

“It’s on the second floor.” Héctor Junior said, swiftly recovering from his obvious disappointment at being interrupted. “If you go down that hallway and up the grand staircase it should lead you to an atrium. Past that is the second hallway, I think his room is one of those doors, I do know it’s right next to my parent’s room. Pobre nino, I hear he still gets nightmares about his death, Papá keeps him close by so he can help.”

Enrique desperately wanted to curl up and die again at that last part (Nightmares for twenty years? Now he knew something was wrong.) but he kept his business smile on, grateful that years of dealing with overbearing press and slimy business partners had prepared him for situations like this. He had to be strong if he was going to help his son, he had to keep it together if his insane plan was going to work.

“Muchas gracias, Tio Héctor.” Enrique said, nodding, “If you’ll excuse me, I need to go find a new shirt before my meeting.”

“That does seem appropriate.” Héctor said with a smirk, “Welcome to the family Enrique, I hope you settle in well.”

“Gracias.” Enrique nodded, then turned and made his way deep into the crowd as quickly as he could. Away from that man.

Enrique dodged between well-wishing family members, politely smiling off their advances, excusing himself over and over. So many skeletal faces, some he vaguely recognized, many he didn’t, but now he couldn't help feeling like he really was in a zoo, just like Rodrigo has suggested.

Something was very wrong, even if no one else seemed to realize it. Enrique needed to get his son and get him out, just for a little while, a day or two, long enough to actually connect again with Miguel without a crowd looking on.

Enrique ducked down the hallway that Héctor Junior had pointed out, his forced smile dropping as soon as he was out of sight.

There was a very good chance he was overreacting. Maybe he should wait, give it a couple days to let himself adjust before charging into a situation that he knew he didn’t fully understand.

Luisa would probably tell him to be patient.

But Luisa wouldn’t want him to leave their son a moment longer than he had to, not in this state.

Enrique sent up a quick prayer, crossing himself as he headed towards what had to be the grand staircase Héctor Junior had mentioned. If Papá Héctor had just put Miguel to bed then that meant Miguel would be alone once Héctor went back down to the party. That gave Enrique a brief window of time to get to Miguel before Héctor noticed he was missing from the crowd.

Enrique had no idea what would happen if he were caught, but if worst came to worst, Miguel was still his son. How much trouble could he really be in legally?

Enrique shook his head as he quietly climbed the stairs, keeping his hands close to himself after hearing the clacking sound they made against the stone railing.

He would cross that bridge when he came to it. For now, all he knew was that he had to get to Miguel. For the first time in decades his son was within his reach, for the first time years he knew where he was.

Enrique grit his teeth and picked up his pace. Nothing was going to keep him away from Miguel, not now.

He was going to do whatever it took to get his son back.

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Captain Marvel fan film

Avengers 3: Carol pilots a craft. At the end, facility is bombed, exposed to orb, almost dies.

Premise: A fighter pilot with new abilities is pursued relentlessly by a secret threat.

Want/Need: To prevent anyone else from getting hurt because of her own powerlessness.

Theme: Great deeds are achieved, not with strength, but perseverance.

Warning: Fan Film!

Version: 16.76

Step Outline (with a few Character Moments):

ACT 1A

The Xandarian Scientist keeps Carol alive, accompanies her to a medical facility, on Earth.

Nurse recognizes Carol as she’s rolled into the ER. Doctors examine her, is getting worse.

During her exams, the cardiac monitor flat lines. E.R. doctors struggle to resuscitate her.

Doctors are perplexed by her condition, let Xandarian work on her, under the guise of a Dr.

Montage begins. Weeks pass as Xandarian does all he can, struggles to get her stable.

Xandarian brought his pet along, talks with cat, sincerely thinks cat can understand him.

Xandarian pleads with comatose Carol, "Don’t give up!" Camera zooms in, see her dream.

Xandarians voice morphs into her dad's, “Are you giving up!?” Teen Carol raises her head.

On hiking trail, dark clouds hide sun, pouring, mud covered face, struggles to get back up.

Teen Carol tries one last time, finally gets up, sun reappears. Stabilizes. Montage ends.

As the Volunteer walks by, clumsily bumps into the Xandarian. He gets pretty agitated!

Xandarian sees the Volunteer tampering with his equipment, gets very upset at him.

Xandarians medical equipment has been keeping Carol stable, while she recovered.

Xandarian is under suspicion of killing the Volunteer, head trauma, is under investigation.

Scene changes to an apartment, spy gear hooked up, watching some across the street.

Maria Hill and Nick listen in on a conversation. Targets discussing an older male Senator.

Nick hears the men mention Carol, a USAF fighter pilot, a few times, is very curious now.

Nick asks, “Why mention her?”, looks uneasy, ”I feel like I’m missing a piece of the puzzle!”

Nick asks, “Can you take care of the rest?”, while walking away adds, ”Shouldn’t take long.”

Maria yells, “Alright, but you’re buying doughnuts next time!”, is alone to take care the rest.

Nick arrives at facility, hears what the Xandarian did, proceeds to covertly investigate it.

Nick brings on undercover Agent. In Security room, shows up in USAF uniform, disheveled.

Nick tells him to relax, says, “Jimmy, pull up the security footage.” They barely spot a cat.

Footage shows Volunteers head bashed in, Assailants face is obscured, cat growling at him.

Shortly after, Xandarians cat is growling at the Assistant, won’t stop. Is very persistent!

Xandarian sees who cat was growling at, nervously shifts murder charge onto Assistant.

Security footage shows the Assistant on a lower floor. Cat got it wrong! Is caged now.

Jimmy reports back, Assailants reflection is cleared up, revealing the Xandarians face.

Before the Xandarian is taken, he suspiciously flips a switch on the medical equipment.

Nick is questioning the Xandarian, “Does messing with your equipment justify murder?”

Xandarian responds, “Only thing I’m guilty of is, protecting that girl, lying in bed still!”

Nick asks, “Why do you care so much about this girl?” But the Xandarian is tongue tied.

Nick asks the Xandarian about the medallion found on him, cautiously examines sides.

Nick comments, “I know I’ve seen something like this before!” Looks at the Xandarian.

Xandarian seems worried, clams up, isn’t talking anymore, goes to sit down. Nick frowns.

While Carol is in her coma, a Specialist, seems kind, transfers in to observe her condition.

Nick has an exchange with the Specialist, asks him to take care of her, she’s important.

Specialist wondering, asks why this girl is so important, but Nick doesn’t say, is silent.

Nick wonders what the blue line on his badge means. Specialist says it’s his clearance.

Specialist dislikes the Xandarian, but never met. Lighter in hand, looks at No Smoking sign.

Nick prods why. Specialist says he heard what the Xandarian did, seems a little agitated.

“Imbeciles. Letting a weird guy like that do god knows what to her?!” Specialist says, upset.

Nick’s apologetic, “True. A facade is a funny thing.” adds, ”Never knew who he really was.”

Specialist’s summoned, leaving. Nick yells, “Hey, Doc!”, points at lighter he forgot, on cart.

Nick picks it up, it’s a little wet, cool to the touch. Specialist grabs it, thanks him, leaves.

ACT 1B

Dreaming. Teen Carol, in forest, hears man say, “Going to rain! Let’s go.” Puts out campfire.

As teen Carol finishes packing, hears rustling from trees, turns, sees a large black bear.

The black bear turns to her, slow pace turns into a mad dash towards her. Carol screams.

Carol comes out of her coma. Eyes hurt a lot, but pain subsides. Minor muscle atrophy.

It’s hard for her to see, kinda bright, looks to the side, sees tally marks on the bed railing.

Nick checks on Carol, tries to sit up in bed, mouth is dry, tries asking, “How long was I out?”

Nick hands her a paper cup, drinks. Nick responds, “Just a few ...” doesn’t want to finish.

Carol looks at R2D2 perpetual calendar nearby. Carol turns to Nick, exclaiming, “Weeks?!”

Carol tries to sit up, muscles are sore, wants to know what’s happened to her, it’s a bit fuzzy.

Nick’s narrating as Carol has a flashback. Impressed with her flight skills, tries recruiting her.

A mission to outer space. Looks intrigued, can’t do it. Having fun with platoon, likes Co-Pilot.

Drives her semi-sober Co-Pilot home. Wife steps out with their newborn, they seem content.

Baby boy reaches out to Jose, outstretched arms. Jose picks up son, fly’s him around some.

Carol looks at happy family, picket fence house. Is feeling guilty. Isn’t going to mess things up.

Carol gets on the phone, asks Nick, “When do we start?” Nick responds, “You Already Have!”

On mission, facility’s bombed, rubble almost kills Xandarian, jumps, pushes him out of the way.

Trapped under rubble, struggles to push back up, right hand under orb, it’s open, fade to black.

“Did I push him away in time?” Carol wonders. Nick replies yes, tries explaining his situation.

Nick adds, “You’re only alive because of Xandarian, a bit obsessive in caring for you though.”

Nick takes out medallion, asks if Xandarian told her what it is? Carol saw it, but has no clue.

Carol’s co-pilot Jose pops in, says, “Wake up sleepyhead!” adds, “Supercross in two weeks.”

Jose brought Carol’s bag, a change of clothes. Another plastic bag he brought, sits with him.

Jose also brought a sunflower in a jar. Carol sees it, says, “My mom used to love this flower.”

Jose responds, “Yeah, I remember.” Carol wonders, “You picked it from your neighbor, again?”

Jose winces, “Was hanging from the side of the fence!” Carol feels sorry for his neighbors.

Carol grabs bag, rummages, ask why old clothes? Jose says her Motorhome was repoed.

She needs to rent an apartment, but cost is a little high, slim pickins, might need a roommate.

Jose offers to move in with her, split the rent. Carol likes splitting the rent, but declines.

“No Way! I know what you’re after.”, smirking, ”You want to learn my flight simulator tricks!”

Jose sighs, “Well, how am I going to win with you?” Carol doesn’t think Wife would approve.

Jose jokes he would leave his wife, if she asked him. Both are silent, just a bit awkward.

Nurse enters, performs rounds, says, “Back from your long nap!”, asks, ”Pleasant dreams?”

Carol responds, “Not really. Don’t care to remember!” Grabs a shirt, changes in the open.

While changing, Jose looks at Carols back, scars. Nurse catches Jose ogling, pulls curtain.

Nurse says, “Men! Only think about one thing!” Carol, “Yeah! Only think about Winning!”

Jose sits on Carol’s bed, looks at the tally marks, picks up a pen, is sketching very near it.

Carol is sharing a room with a blond girl. Nurse is talking, asking the girl to eat her food.

Girl doesn’t want to eat anything before dialysis, complains it hurts her stomach too much.

Jose littered Carol’s side of the recovery room with Star Wars things, posters and the like.

After finishing drawing, next to tally marks, pulls out stuff he brought, from the plastic bag.

Carol sees the girl’s spirits are low, not in the mood, but stares at a plushy Jose brought.

Carol grabs the green plushy, walks over to the girl, sits beside her, asks, “You want it?”

“Eat something, and you can have it!” Carol says, talking in an adult, but kind manner.

The girl asks, “To Keep?” Carol replies, “Yep!”, adds, “One condition. Eat some veggies!”

Girl looks at the food, moning, says, “I’ll try.” Carol holds up green plushy, presses belly.

Plushy says, “Do or do not. There is no try.” Carol extends pinky to the girl, just waits.

The girl’s scowl slowly changes as Carol raises her hand, girl agrees to eat, lock pinkies.

Jose holds up a painting he brought, says, “Guess where this is!” Looking at it, adds, “That’s a nice fishing spot!” Carol’s sees it, responds, “Alderaan! You found it?!” Is very ecstatic.

Jose responds, “Yep! While you were dreaming, looked all over for it!”, proud of himself.

Specialist enters room, 1st time here. While checking chart, asks Carol how she’s feeling.

Carol asks what happened to her physician. Specialist says he took a leave of absence.

Carol sees Specialist brought her file, asks, “Doc, how bad is it?” Hand reaching own back.

Specialist responds, “3rd lumbar vertebrae?”, checks her x-ray, asks, “How does it feel?”

Carol’s in pain still, can’t say, but can move around. Doesn’t know, wonders if that’s bad?

Specialist says, “Ok young lady, I need to take some tests, back to your bed. Hop to it!”

As the Specialist raises his head from the chart, notices girl didn’t move, but Carol is gone.

Specialist turns, notices Carol on the other bed, and it looks a little childish, is suprised.

Carol looks at sketch Jose made very near the tally marks, also wrote, “Carol Was Here”.

Jose notices Carol saw his sketch, tries not to laugh, fails to hide it any longer, is giggling.

“Hey! That’s not what I look like!” Carol exclaims, glares at Jose, for drawing her like that.

Nurse takes the girl out for her treatment, as the Specialist performs a few tests on Carol.

Carol waves goodbye to girl, gives her some encouraging words, telling her to be strong.

After the Specialist looks over test results, looks worried, gives Carol a shot of medicine.

Specialist gives her medicine that she can administer to herself regularly, insulin kit form.

Carol wonders why she needs to take the shots, doesn’t care too much for medicating.

Specialist says, “Your body is generating a bit more electrolytes. Synapses can misfire!”

Carol, “Will I be able to return to active status?” Specialist, “In a few weeks, perhaps?”

A loud voice can be heard in the hall, yelling, “You’re not fit enough to join the program!”

We can’t see who they are, but the exchange is very unpleasant. Dr. Karla Sofen appears.

Nick greets Dr. Sofen, stopped by to see how Carol is doing. Carol pretends to feel great!

Nick tells Carol she will need to get a psych eval as well before returning to active status.

Carol’s hand shakes, worst time, sits on hand just before Dr. Sofen sees. Growing uneasy.

Nick asks Carol, “You still want to join the space program?” Carol responds with a big nod.

Jose scowls, saw her hand shake. To reassure himself, says, “Of Course!” Overstating it.

Dr. Sofen is called away, has more candidates to evaluate, and most likely reject. Leaves.

Jose winces at the thought of having to do a psych eval, tells Carol to stay off her shit list!

Dr. Sofen transferred in 2 weeks ago. Suppose to evaluate the space program prospects.

Explains, Dr. Sofan was an awesome Fighter Pilot, before a rival hothead hospitalized her.

Jose explains further, Dr. Sofen wears a memento of that day, a scar on her lower left jaw.

Jose wincing, says, “Man, no wonder some of the cadets secretly call her by that nickname!”

“She’s doing her job, like all of us.”, Carol says, unconvinced, trying to excuse her rudeness.

Carol gets quiet, wondering, suddenly asks, “What nickname?” Jose responds, “Ms. Carrie!”

Carol asks, “Carrie, like the Space Princess?” Jose says, “No, like the killer Prom Queen!”

Nick is familiar with Dr. Sofen’s reputation, doesn't disagree with his assessment, chuckles.

Jose adds, "Be Cool! Don't start anything!" Carol responds, “If she tries something, then-”

Jose’s not kidding, disapprovingly looks at her. Carol responds, "I’ll try, but I'm no Saint!"

Nick says, “Do or do not…” Carol smirks. Nick quietly adds, "Dr. Sofen is no Saint, either!"

Specialist’s attention never wavered during their conversation, unsure of half the stuff said.

Specialist wants to run some more tests. Carol doesn’t care for them, agrees to just a few.

Nick gets up, has something to take care of. Says to the Specialist, “Doc, go easy on her.”

Nick sees Jimmy in hall, thinks medallion houses data, hands it over, tasks him to inspect it.

Jimmy agrees. Also, Nick wants Agents looking for murder weapon used to kill Volunteer.

Specialist’s done. Carol gets up, catches own reflection, sees bed head hair, wincing at it.

Specialist tells Carol to go home, rest. Carol replies, “Nah Doc, I’ve already rested enough!”

ACT 1C

Next day, Jose picks Carol up, she spent the night in a cheap hotel. “Wake up sleepy head!”

Carol already woke up, is in the bathroom. Jose hears her hurl, isn’t filled with confidence.

Pushing Carol to hurry, can’t be late. Later, they anxiously wait outside Dr. Sofen’s office.

Jose reminds Carol she needs a clean bill of mental health, try not to piss off Ms. Carrie!

Jose’s jittery, spills coffee on himself. Asks secretary for paper towels. Both go to next room.

Assistant, a top BioChemist, arrives, hands Dr. Sofen test results Specialist ran the other day.

Dr. Sofen thanks him, asks Carol in. While leaving, Carol exchanges a glance with Assistant.

Carol is greeted kindly by Dr. Sofen. Asks Carol how she’s doing, if she’s taking her shots?

Carol states that she just took a shot before coming there. Feels really good, at the moment.

Dr. Sofen looks over her records, inquires about fathers death. Carol was young at the time.

Dr. Sofen reveals Carol’s dad was her C.O. after academy, did well, before unfortunate crash.

Dr. Sofen recalls how Joseph Danvers, Carol’s dad, would help train cadets, even Dr. Sofen.

Carol observes all the medals, placards, awards, put up on display by Dr. Karla Sofen.

A picture hangs on the wall with all the graduates. Carol’s dad is there too, very happy.

Carol recalls her dad berating cadets, yells, “AssHats! Is that all you’ve got? Move it!“

Carol says, “He loved you guys!” Carol is silent, grabs the picture, stares at it for a bit.

While staring at dad in the picture, frowns, hand starts shaking a tiny bit. Hides hand behind.

Dr. Sofen secretly admired Joseph Danvers, type of mentor, wants to know how he died.

Dr. Sofen asks how her father passed away exactly? He was a very Capable fighter pilot!

Dr. Sofen knows Carol has answers, her father’s autopsy is Classified, pushes her buttons.

Dr. Sofen asks, “Where were you?” Carol has a brief flashback, her dad’s death, in her arms.

Assistant didn’t leave, listening right outside. Scurries away as Secretary and Jose return.

Carol doesn’t care for the memory, grips picture frame tightly in hands, one finger on Karla’s face, recalls what Jose said about Dr. Sofen, is tempted to use nickname cadets gave her.

Carol’s voice elevates. Suddenly, a loud cough outside the door. Stops. Carol holds it in.

Dr. Sofen realizes she was pushing Carol too far, backs down, proceeds to change topics.

Dr. Sofen asks why Minor in Chemistry? Carol says it started with her dad’s bottle rockets.

Dr. Sofen asks Carol about the space mission and what’s the last thing she remembers.

Dr. Sofen asks about the Xandarian. Carol is telling her everything that happened.

Jumped, saved Xandarian. Leaves out part, hand came in contact with orb, shaky one.

Carol says that he might be the one who saved her, as she does, seems disappointed.

The rest of the hour long session is shown as a montage, the clock hands skipping ahead.

Hours up. Jose pops in, asks, “We Cool Doc?!” Dr. Sofen responds, “Yes. She’s All Cool!”

Jose drags Carol out, says, “Hurry up. We need to put some meat on your sad bones!”

Carol needs to get into shape, supercross + physicals in 2+ weeks. Kill 2 birds w/ 1 stone.

Nick’s outside Dr. Sofen’s office, sitting, gets up, warily asks, “Well, how Cool is she?”

Psychologist, “Too Cool! But, don’t worry, she can still manage better than most fighters.”

Nick smiles, turns, as he is walking away says, “Thanks Doc. That’s all I needed to know.”

Nick is already halfway down the hall, but the psychologist hasn’t finished her assessment.

She concludes, “But, she needs to be watched, her current state can change any day!”

Nick pretends not to hear her, low tone says, “Don’t worry Doc, I still got one good eye.”

Dr. Sofen puts back picture frame Carol looked at, sees crack on Karla’s face. Is frowning.

Carol wants to check on something, asks Jose to go on ahead, he insists on waiting for her.

Carol visits the Xandarian, doesn’t know the best way to thank him, says “Thanks Doc.”

Jose’s in the hall, right outside barrack, shiftily looking in. Xandarian sees him, is on edge.

Xandarian is relieved to see Carol there, tries to warn her, says, “Don’t Trust Anyone!”

Carol notices he’s unhinged, reassuringly replies, “I won't.” Xandarian seems to calm down.

Jose answers phone, on speaker. Carol hears female voice, he quickly takes it off speaker.

Carol turns away, blank, in a low tone, adds, “No problem. I don’t have anyone that close!”

Carol isn’t convinced of his guilt, outright asks, “Is medallion Nick mentioned, data storage?”

Before Xandarian can reply, Jose pops in doorway, says, “Time's a wastin’!” calls Carol to go.

Carol looks at the Xandarian, waits, he says nothing, both look unfulfilled, walks away.

On way out, Jose asks, “Who was that odd guy?” Carol replies, “Once renowned scientist!”

Jose asks, “He’s not anymore?” Carol isn’t sure, looks back one last time, has no response.

ACT 2A

Montage begins, music like (video). Carol’s apartment hunting, finds a cheaper-upper.

Carol is training with her new coach, Jose. 1st in the gym, then much later on the bike.

Carol’s arm touches Jose’s. Zaps him good. He ouches like a girl, says “Down Sparky!”

Carol finds Jose’s ouchie voice amusing. While training, does the same thing, every day.

Each night, Carol plays the flight simulator at home, beats top score, game says, “You Win!”

Each day, Carol does a food run to Helen’s Bar & Grill, gets lots of protein based meals.

Carol’s Admirer is at Helen’s Bar, see her order more CheeseBurgers, every time she visits.

Intimidating cadet gets up, looks at a ‘Warning: I Just Quit Smoking’ sign near the barkeep.

Goes to nearby table, takes a KOOL pack of cigars, opens it, hands one back, keeps rest.

Lights one. Offers it to a woman sitting at same booth. Woman seems uninterested, mad?

Carol’s Admirer is with others, makes a declaration, “She’s going to take 1st in the race!”

Adds, “I’ll bet everything I have on it!” Booth next to them hears him, reply, “Oh Yeah?!”

Carol’s Admirer is drinking from styrofoam cup, when a switchblade finds its way on bottom.

The intimidating cadet appears, “What do you wanna bet!?” adds, “That vintage car yours?”

Carol’s Admirer asks, “What’s your collateral?” Intimidating cadet points to a car behind his.

Carol’s Admirer stands briefly, leans over, sees a black Trans Am, agrees, “That will do!”

The intimidating cadet turns to booth she came from, asks, “Rose, how about it, you in?”

Rose looks bored. Intimidating cadet approaches, kisses her lips, enticing her to join her bet.

Both rocking same kind of jacket, even similar tattoos. Intimidating cadet is Rose’s Co-Pilot.

Rose responds, “Sure. Whatever kills the time in this hick town. Could pay off some debts!”

As the intimidating cadet leaves, she pulls out her switchblade from cup. Liquid gushing out.

Intimidating cadet is playing with switchblade. Barkeep yells to put it away, glares. Complies.

Carol interviews prospective roommates. Doesn’t gel with many, Jose makes fun of a few.

Track. Carol gets on supercross bike, time she gets back into the groove, says “I miss this!”

Carol fails to stick a landing, recalls her dad motivating new recruits, gets back on the bike.

Carol doesn’t feel like quitting, keeps at it for days, pushes herself harder, ‘till it’s right.

Recalls dad training cadets, pushing them to their limits, calls a few cadets by “AssHat!”

Carol recalls her dad say, “winning Is Great, sure, but if you want to Do Great, turns out, the secret is Losing! If you can pick yourself up, and try Again, you’ll be a Champ someday.”

Carol has a surge of inspiration, sticks bike landing, wobbly, but gets better. Montage ends.

Jose’s on a break, penning a letter on a skratchpad, with flower designs on it, about full.

Carol catches a glimpse, comments on his penmanship, makes fun of his flower designs.

Jose folds it, Carol can’t see, but under it sees same sketch Jose drew on her hospital bed.

Carol sees the sketch with bed hair from hospital, doesn’t like it, tries to grab it from him.

Jose’s ducking, Carol finally grabs it, page flips, sees just the start of letter, it’s an apology.

Jose grabs it, apologetically says, “I don’t want you pointing out every one of my mistakes!”

Jose says, while Carol was gone, separated from Wife, tried to make it work, but love’s lost.

Carol wonders if Jose’s letter to his Ex Wife was meant as a clean break from his family?

Carol looks glum, says, “I don’t want to be the reason a child never sees their parent!”

Jose puts letter away, unfinished, will work on it, softly says, “That’s not gonna happen.”

Jose looks at sketch he made, recalls her comma, then softly says, “You had me worried!”

Silence. She uncomfortably replies, “You’re just a worry wart!”, waits, no response, turns.

Jose looks sad, after a while says, “Seeing you like that, not knowing if you would ever wake up, was the worst feeling ever!”, pauses, then adds, “Made me question what’s important!”

“I want to do better, be a better person!” Jose says. Turns to Carol. Carol’s frozen, sits still.

“In a coma you said, Don’t Leave Me!”, Jose adds, “No matter what, I’ll be here for you!”

Jose gets up, approaches Carol, hugs her, holds on too long. Carol’s somberness turns to uneasiness, she freezes up, doesn’t move, when a zap gets him good. He ouches like a girl!

“Damn Sparkie!”, Jose is wincing, ”Have you been taking the medicine the Doc prescribed?”

Carol gets composure back, after a bit says, “That’s for thinking I wasn’t going to make it!”

Jose grabs his arm, no feeling in it, massages. Jose asks how Carol will use her winnings?

Carol wants to pay off her repoed motorhome. Rundown apartment she’s in, feels creepy.

“And You?” Carol asks. Jose sadly says he’ll use it for child alimony. Hasn’t been consistent.

As Jose is changing, Carol realizes each one of the zaps she did to his arms, are blistered.

Wonders why he hasn’t shown her the blisters. Maybe she should take her medicine more?

Last day before race. Carol interviews for roomy, learns about Daria’s kickboxing, kinda good.

Carol’s competitive side likes that, smirk grows, asks, “Think you can take me?” Daria grins.

“When do we start?” Daria responds. Carol reaches out, shake hands. Jose feels left out.

Supercross Race day. As crowds fill seats, some kids get loud. Parent quiets some of them.

We catch end of monster trucks race on side, before main event, on speakers in lockers too.

Commentators chat, replay some impressive race qualifiers on jumbotron, from earlier today.

Lockers, Carol’s done suiting up, when Jose points to her kidney belt, asks, “Forget anything?”

Jose hands over a belt buckle, asks, “Do you really need this?! You’re just adding weight!”

Carol is a little late, grabs it, quickly places the buckle on the kidney belt, a spot she made.

While rushing, takes another glance at Jose’s Jacket, says, “Me Likey!!” Teases him more.

Jose loves her compliments, proud, starts explaining how he won it, turns, but Carol’s not there.

Camera changes to a Shady exchange taking place, someone hands biker cash, can’t see who.

Racers gather at the starting line. Carol shows up, some know her, not happy to see her today.

Biker pulls up next to Carol, looks her way. Biker is on a 2017 KTM 250SX model, revs engine.

Carol’s on a 2008 Kawasaki KX250F model, is she at a disadvantage? It’s a decade old bike.

3, 2, 1, Takeoff! On second turn, Mean biker collides into Carol, launches her off the bike, far.

Side of track, face in dirt, might be out cold, a brief flashback, man asks, “Are you giving up?”

Jose shows up, calling her name, wakes her, rises, rips open the cloth on her lower right leg.

Jose looks at the gash, “Damn. It’s over!” Carol is unwilling to accept fate, says “No, it isn’t!”

Carol rips the cloth even more, hesitates, then cauterizes the gash on the bikes hot exhaust.

Jose says, “Shit, you OK?!” Carol responds, “No, I’m Not!” Ties ripped pieces as a tourniquet.

Carol raises her hand to tighten grip on the glove, adds, “But, I will be!” as grin grows wider.

Music plays, like video, ramps up with each rev of the engine, aiming to crack some heads.

Carol punches it, dirt flies. Carol’s back in the race, gets use to the leg, doing much better.

Mean biker turns to see, waits, then sees Carol rocket over a hill. Jose says, “Give ‘em hell!”

We see how proficient, tactical, Carol is, as she overcomes the rough racers, like (1, 2, 3).

Last lap. Catches up to lead, last whip, barely beating Mean biker, Wins race. Music ends.

Carol’s Admirer says, “She.. soars Higher, reaches Further, goes Faster.. than anyone!”

Admirer continues his praise, “That’s the Speed Queen alright. She’s a Bat Out of Hell!”

Admirer’s Co-Pilot turns, asks, “Dumbass, you have a crush on her or something!?” Smirks.

Admirer turns, responds to his Co-Pilot, “Saved my dumbass!” adds, ”Wouldn’t be here now!”

Co-Pilot doesn’t say more, just stares at her partner, crowds loud cheering brings her back.

Mean biker that collided into Carol, hasn’t taken off helmet yet, walks away, back facing her.

Biker finally takes the helmet off, can’t see the face, can tell now it’s a short haired woman.

Mean biker throws her helmet to the ground, pauses, then kicks dirt pile at it. We see it’s Rose.

Jose waits for Carol near the podium, crowds cheer. Carol runs up to Jose, about to hug him.

Carol halts, doesn’t want to zap Jose, but Jose doesn’t care, he hugs her, ouches in pain.

Jose holds on long. Carol’s excitement turns to uneasiness, she freezes up, doesn’t move.

Admirer takes picture of them on jumbotron. Can’t see the pic, somberly says, “They Won.”

Co-Pilot, looks his way, dumbfounded, asks, “You just figuring that out!?” Admirer smirks.

Supercross Fan hands Carol a poster & pen. Carol takes it, happy, signs it, hands it back.

“Yo my man!” Jose yells at Fan, takes poster, signs it, takes a while, then gives it back.

Carol grabs poster, sees Jose added sketch of her, isn’t happy, gives him the stink eye.

Jose says, “ They’re calling your name, Sparky!” She hands poster back, goes to podium.

Jose yells, “Next time you can pick my sports venue!” Carol yells, “It’s Ice Hockey for you!”

Jose isn’t very happy, loudly says, “I hate the cold!” Carol replies, “I Know!” Smiles at him.

Event speaker calms everyone, but someone in the crowd suddenly yells, “That’s my girl!”

Jumbotron shows a guy that looks like Scott Pilgrim, standing now, waves at the camera.

Nick is caught on the jumbotron, rows behind the loud fan, turns, hoping no one noticed.

Rose came in 2nd. Stands on podium next to Carol, turns to her, a rival. Seems displeased.

On the drive back, Jose ask if she knew jumbotron guy. Carol says, “Yeah, In a former life.”

Jose’s happy, asks, “We gonna Celebrate?” Carol’s looks exhausted, replies, “Not tonight!”

Jose asks, ”How about tomorrow night at Helen’s?!” Carol responds, ”You’re singing?!” Smirks.

Carol looks his way, asks, “New song you wrote?!” Carol teasing him, turns away. Jose winces, turns on the radio. Switches through a few presets. Keeps skipping over preset number 2!

Carol turns, looking at Jose, but he’s skipping over preset number 2. Carol just waits!

Nothing good on A.T.M. Jose gives in, sighs, says, “Damn, you win!” Changes to preset 2.

Depressing song plays of lost love. Jose sees Carol is content, so is he, for now at least.

Carol is exhausted, body hunched to the side, falls asleep, mumbles, “Don’t leave me!”

While driving, Jose reaches for his jacket, covers Carol, in a low tone says, “I’m here.”

Even though Carol’s sleeping, she grabs the jackets side. Jose sees her cuddle up with it.

Music like video (a few notes). Carol’s dreaming, teen Carol, in a forest, a bear appears, male voice calling out, “Carol, Carol.” As a bear nears, yells, ”Wake Up!” It’s Jose, adds, “We’re here.”

Carol drowsily replies, “Good timing!” Steps out, looks up, sees her apartment building.

Next day, Space Program briefing. Sergeant calls out the names of recruits by country.

Carol enters room, door closes, sign reads, ‘Testing’. Goes through tests Sergeant mentions.

Intercut shots of Carol, tested, while Sergeant mentions test, all pilots already underwent.

Sergeant calls Carol’s name. Not there. Rose smirks. Jose looks worried, about to say something, but then Carol shows up at the last second, just came from last exam, winded.

Jose asks, “Passed?” Carol hands results to Sergeant, turns, smiles. Jose jumps for joy.

Sergeant asks them to pipe down, asks Carol to take a seat, and, Not to be late again!

Test mission will prove viability of small prototype shuttle, and only one team can fit.

Some Fighter jets have been retrofitted with the same Stark ArkLite cells, a good test.

Some other countries will also compete for this honor, the best have made it in there.

Sergeant goes over scores, Rose’s flight simulator scores are impressive, beating Carols.

Lockers, Carol wraps gauze on her lower right leg, an injury from the supercross race.

Jose comes by, sees Carol managing her wound, says, “Maybe let it heal, this time!?”

Carol’s Admirer pops in, kinda happy, approaches Rose, asks her to Pay Up, lost the bet.

Rose isn’t happy, doesn’t look at him, raises hand with cash, says, “Here! Now, Get lost!”

Goes to Rose’s Co-Pilot, switchblade pops out, turns back, walks away, tail between legs.

Carol’s Admirer is scared, settles for cash he got. Rose turns, watches him retreat, smiles.

Rose looks over, sees Carol mending her wound from the supercross race, she lost, glares!

Carol is taking her shot. Rose asks, “Where can I get me some of that?” A little jealous.

Rest of the cadets laugh at Rose’s comment, implying those shots might be steroids.

Carol responds right away in a snarky way, says, “Around the corner, and Up.. Yours!”

Rose’s Co-Pilot starts Ohh’ing. All stomp their feet, drumming locker doors with hands.

Rose is pissed, slams her door, turns to Carol, says, “We’ll see who wins Tomorrow!”

Jose turns, sees Carol about to stand, but Carol oddly sits on her hand, shaking again?

Jose sees Rose about to start something, walks up to Rose, says, “Yes We Will, Ladies!”

Rose’s Co-pilot is next to Rose, each have a spider web tattoo, on opposite shoulders.

Sergeant enters. Rose doesn’t respond, just leaves with her Co-Pilot, and hotheads follow.

Carol’s hand is no longer shaking, looks concerned, done changing, grabs bag on way out.

“I can fight my own battles!”, Carol says to Jose, pissed her hand was shaking, makes a fist.

“Sure.”, Jose concurs, a few seconds later, adds, “I just needed a reason to tell ‘em off!”

Carol calms down, says, “Liar!”, as she slams a bag into Jose’s stomach, before leaving.

Jose warily asks, “You, ready for tomorrow?”, not knowing if Carol has fully recovered.

Carol reassuring, “Better than ever.” Knowing this competition might be a game changer.

“Rose would drink her own pee, if it’d make her Cooler than you.”, Jose says, emphatically.

Carol did notice cadets look at her differently, as if they knew about the Avengers team-up.

Carol’s stops walking, in a low tone says, “I’m Not cool at all!”, looking at her hand again.

Jose yells, “You know they’re gonna Cheat right?!” Carol hears him, but resumes walking.

Carol yells, “I know!”, doesn't respond for a few, says, ”That’s what makes it more Fun.”

“Besides, I got you watching my back-”, Carol concludes, “-SuperStar.” Jose’s call-sign.

Jose responds, “Yeah, you’re right, WarBird!” Other cadets find the exchange amusing.

Carol’s Admirer suggests her call-sign should actually be changed to ‘CheeseBurger.’

Some cadets laugh at that call-sign, some sigh, while other cadets throw stuff at him.

Admirer shrugs, responds, “Well it’s much better than Rose’s ‘DeadAlien’ call-sign!”

Another cadet responds, “Wrong! The only Good Alien, is a-”, in chorus, ”-Dead Alien!”

Admirer heard how Rose won last time, cheated, cadet chased her into sun, glare in eyes.

Admirer also heard a rumor, flaw with ejection mechanism, flare gun went off in crevice.

Admirer’s co-pilot, woman, bops his head, says, “I should eject your dumbass tomorrow!”

Jose hears the cadets talking, laughs, says, “Better watch out, she might really do that.”

Admirer’s co-pilot, says, “You better believe it! Learn some common sense, dumbass!”

Jose looks to his side, spots the insulin vials Carol forgot there. Turns, but Carol is gone.

Puts vials in Carol’s locker, and in a sad tone says, “We all have our demons to battle.”

Jose reaches for the flyers in his locker, stops, his gaze changes to a picture of his son.

Jose hands out self made flyers to some cadets, says “You lost the bet! Hand these out.”

Camera zooms in on the flyer, showing Jose is performing tonight, celebrating their win.

Camera zooms out, outside Helen’s Bar & Grill, music’s playing, as cadets walk in.

Jose performs ‘(I’ve Been) Waiting for a girl like you’. Mixed it himself, like (video).

Cadets from a number of foreign nations, participating in the program, are gathered here.

Carol’s sitting at the bar, holding a beer, not drinking, just watching Jose’s performance.

Near the middle to end, a guy on guitar hurts his hand, can’t continue, crowd is booing!

Jose is calling out to anyone with experience on guitar. Sees Carol, calls her to join him!

Carol gets called out by the crowd to perform, chanting her name, ‘till she gets on stage.

Jose asks her, “What do you like?” Carol’s smiling, puts two fingers up, a peace sign?

Jose sighs, knows that preset, picks a song Carol likes, like (video). Carol grabs a guitar.

Outside Helen’s bar, Rose and cronies pull up in a truck, see Carol’s bike, block it’s exit.

All are cheering for Carol, shouting, whistling. Rose just came in as Carol started singing.

Rose sits at the bar, barkeep asks what she’ll have. Rose looks at the drinks, spots medals.

“All of those yours!?” Rose asks the barkeep. Grace answers, “My Nana got all of them!”

Rose is impressed, asks, “Wow, she must have had to beg pilots to donate their medals!”

Grace smiles, “Hehe. Nope. She earned them, all throughout her life. Ever hear of Cobb?”

Rose did, doesn’t respond for a few, says, “Shit! This is that Helen’s bar? She here!?”

Grace replies, “In the back! Don’t hold your breath! She can’t stand the racket kids make.”

Rose’s cronies appear, find their way to bar. Grace points at sign, ‘I Just Quit Smoking.’

Grace puts ashtray out front, isn’t serving drinks. Rose’s Co-Pilot frowns, finally complies.

Bar patron, not too bright, drunk, says to Rose, “You that ‘Dead’ err ‘Alien’, Foreigner?!”

Rose’s Co-Pilot is annoyed, pushes drunk, man spills his drink on Rose, she is sitting still.

Rose gets up, yells, “AssHole, watch where you’re going!” hears Carol’s voice elevate higher.

Rose bobs head to Carol, ticked, speaking to patron, yells, “or else you’ll Crash and Burn!”

Carol hears Rose as she was yelling, is done singing, puts guitar down, is looking her way.

All chant, “More, More!” Carol says, “Need to save my strength for tomorrow, when I Win!”

Rose’s Co-Pilot start Ohh’ing, then cronies jump in, drumming bartop with their beer bottles!

Rose says, “Well, you should get to bed, because you’ll need allot more rest to beat me!”

Carol responds, “Only way you’ll win is if you Cheat!” Rose angrily slams her drink on the bar.

As Rose rises, someone observing this dials 911, it’s the Assistant, cuts back to the action.

Rose approaches Carol, fist swings. Carol dodges, clocks Rose on the jaw, splits her lip.

Carol’s Admirer’s yelling, “Teach her who’s boss!” Rose trades jabs with Carol, physical too.

Carol knees her abdomen, says, “You almost knocked me out of the race! Don’t deny it!”

Rose has a difficult time catching her breath, lets out, “Yeah, I did collide into you, But...”

Rose tries to say more, but Rose’s Co-Pilot yells, “But, she meant to knock your head off!”

Carol is pissed, as the crowd gets even more riled up, louder still, rooting for them both.

Carol gets a hold of Rose’s shirt, tugs her by the sleeve, but it rips. Rose gets loose.

Rose gets a hold of Carol’s long hair, tugs Carol to her, clocking her square in the jaw.

Carol wants to return the favor, pull out a few of her hairs out, but Rose’s hair is short.

Carol is back up, pissed, ready to take Rose, crowd is very noisy, then a shot rings out.

Older lady is holding a shotgun, says, “You’ve got to ten!” starts counting, all stand still.

Helen Cobb’s stature looks very imposing, until we see her hair, still has hair rollers in.

Helen Cobb pumps the rifle once, and all run out the bar, adds, “Stupid Reckless Kids.”

Carol’s ride is blocked by a truck, can’t escape, notices Rose run out, on other side of truck.

Cops sirens nearing, cronies appear near Rose. Carol angrily pushes the truck, rocking it once.

Jose yells, “Hop on!” on trucks back. Carol’s Admirer is at the wheel, his Co-Pilot next to him.

Cops near. Carol’s glaring at Rose. Jose asks, “Is it worth getting kicked off space program?!”

Carol hops on. Rose hurries, stops before opening driver door to truck, sees shallow indents.

Rose escapes with cronies, asks one to lend her a shirt. Rose’s Co-pilot throws one her way.

A spider web tattoo is etched into Rose’s left shoulder, with a red rose, on the middle right.

Rose grabs bike from trucks back. Co-pilot asks, “Where you headed?” Rose, “Something I need to straighten out!” Co-pilot chuckles, responds, “Someone needs straightening out?!”

Carol’s clenching fists, hand slams down on pickup trucks bed-side, rocks chassis down, up.

Admirer’s Co-Pilot’s glaring at him, asks, “You Aiming for the pot holes, dumbass!?”

Admirer turns to her, thinking of a comeback, Co-Pilot is still glaring, nothing, he turns back.

Jose asks, “You forget somethin’, Sparkie?!” hands Carol her bag, left it during the escape.

Bags zipper is partially open. Carol rummages through it, searching, not there, looks worried.

Carol says, “Need to head back!” Jose asks, “You lose somethin’?” Admirer doesn’t want to.

After a few, Admirer says, “OK!” hates to do it, but turns back. Cops still there, wait to leave.

Carol hops off trucks back. Jose ponders, now knows why, says, “You left vials in lockers!”

While Carol’s walking away, picks up one hand. Jose says to Carol’s Admirer, “Lets go!” adds in a low tone, “She needs some time alone to cool off.” Carol’s next to her bike, hops on.

Rose arrives, sees Carol leave. We see a signpost on the roadside, reads, ‘Air Force Base.’

Rose goes after Carol. Someone’s watching, on the comm asks, “Should I follow them?”

Voice responds, “No, I’m already here.” Agent Jimmy puts comm away, goes inside Helen’s bar.

Agent Jimmy is on the phone, asks, “Be here soon?” Lady on the other end says, “Gimme 5!”

Jimmy sits at the bar. Bartender is Helen, hair rollers still in, asks, “What will it be stranger?”

Jimmy responds, “Water will do.” Helen’s glaring! Jimmy tries once more, “Light Beer?”

Helen’s still glaring at him. Jimmy finally says, “Beer’s fine!” Helen smiles as she plops it down.

“Kids these days sure can rock and roll!” Jimmy says enviously, looking at the wake they left.

Helen somberly replies, “With everything that’s happening, Kids have to blow off steam.”

Helen justifiably adds, “Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable!” Pauses, thinking. Knows more about it than most.

Helen adds, “Still, I’d like to keep this place running ‘till it’s over!” Suddenly, she starts coughing.

Helen waves Grace over, leaves before coughing gets bad. Grace takes over, serves patrons.

Jimmy asks, “How bad is it?” Grace looking at Helen leave, responds, “Few months, maybe!”

Same bar patron is back, says, “Hey, look at my karate!”, then proceeds to try a stance.

Jimmy turns to look, scowl forms, rolls eyes. Drunk bar patron asks, “How cool was that?!”

Bartender sharply says, “Ralph, stop patronizing him!”, adds, “Let the fella drink in peace!”

Jimmy asks how much for beer. Lady behind Jimmy plops down a $20 bill, sees her bracelet.

Lady says, “It’s On Me!” Jimmy turns, is very please to see her. But we can’t see who it is.

Lockers. Sergeant notices locker lights were just turned on, is a bit curious, goes to check.

Carol’s there, takes a vial, looks at it for a second, wonders if it helped her win the race.

Carol has a flashback, Rose implied shots are steroids, doesn’t care much for her comment.

Carol throws vial, hits light, it’s swaying, splats wall, glass shards fly, next to the Sergeant.

Someone is spying on Carol. We can barely make out a spider web tattoo from a reflection.

Sergeant is about to throw Carol in the brig, Nick shows up. Nick talks to the Sergeant.

Sergeant angrily says, “I Gotta teach them discipline. Most are acting like little children!”

Nick sadly says, “True. But, we need them. They are the, Best we have. All we have now!”

Carol’s uninterested, eyes roll to swaying light, sees a shadow, walks closer, it disappears.

Carol is let off with a warning, leaves. Sergeant reaches down his neck, pulls out a shard.

Nick says, “You better get that treated!” Nick is about to leave too, spots Rose sneak away.

That same evening, we can’t see their face, but we see a reflection of the spider web tattoo in one of the cockpit displays in the back, someone is tampering with one of the fighter jets.

A Guard performs rounds. Saboteur’s still in the cockpit. While tampering, sets off an alarm.

Saboteur punches the display. Cracks it! Alarm stops. Guard approaches, finds no one there.

ACT 2B

Next day, Box seats, Air Force Generals, NASA heads, gathered to watch the competition.

“I hope these cadets can measure up to your Top Gun standards.”, a general says to another.

Camera pans to general, looks like Tom Cruise, pans to another, looks like Louis Gossett Jr.

Tom turns, says, “You can be my wingman anytime!” Louis replies, “No… You can be mine!”

After that light exchange, silence, as they remember the reason for coming here today.

Louis asks, “How old are they?” Tom, responds, “20 and up?!” Louis, “They’re still so young!”

Louis says, “They have no idea what awaits them”, pauses, wearily adds, “what awaits us all!”

Camera changes to Carol, can’t be late for the competition, but forgets her good luck charm.

Carol’s luck charm, her dad’s buckle, is in her apartment, which she is sharing with someone, and the door jams sometimes, and needs a push, so Carol impatiently pushes a bit harder.

Carol gives it all she has, the door swings wide open, bang disturbs neighbor below them.

Neighbors are Laverne and Shirley, doing what they would normally do, yelling at the ceiling.

Daria runs out of the shower, ready to strike, sees it’s Carol, is relieved, sets ratchet down.

“It’s just you!”, Daria says in a agitated tone to Carol, “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

Carol, a bit flustered from pushing on the door, replies, “Sorry. Door was really jammed!”

Carol quickly grabs her good luck charm and bails, says, “I Gotta Run! See you later!”

Daria proceeds to close the door, peeved a little, then sees the deadbolt, and it’s still locked!

Other matching piece was ripped out of the wall, ponders, “What do they feed her there?!”

Air Force Generals, NASA heads, and others, are readying for the competition, take seats.

Lockers. Rose is changing, late, everyone left. Rose grabs an oval glass pendant, pauses.

Phone rings, a cadet picks up, it’s for Rose. Rose takes receiver, answers sharply, “What!?”

Woman, “He’ll forgive you, if you win today.” Rose, “Tell the old man, I got this!” Hangs up.

Rose is lost in thought while playing with the pendant in her hand, goes back to her locker.

Specialist sees Rose, approaches her, asks, “Have you seen Carol?” Rose puts pendant on.

Rose says, “I haven’t!”, adds, “I have something to say to her, but the battle is starting now!”

Specialist is fidgety, showing he is genuinely concerned for Carol’s current whereabouts.

“Has she been taking her shots after each training exercise, everyday?”, Specialist inquires.

Rose complains, Carol doesn’t need shots, strong enough, shows him her split lip. Wincing.

Rose sees Carol enter lockers, covers her mouth. Carol sees her whispering to Specialist.

Carol opens her locker, drops gear, clanks, drawing attention to herself, changes into suit.

Specialist turns, sees Carol, makes his way to her, says, “I brought you Your medication!”

Carol takes the insulin vials, asks, “Do I still need to take these?”, adds, ”I feel great Doc!”

“I’m afraid so. You need to take this, Now, or I couldn’t ethically let you compete today!”

Specialist sees Carol look Rose’s way, says, “Rose was worried you might not be able to keep up if you didn’t take your medicine-”, Harsher tone adds, “-Instead of throwing it at a wall!”

Carol looks at Rose, teeth clenched, says, “Rose is so kind! How could I disappoint her!”

Rose leaves, Carol wants to follow! Specialist won't let her, without taking the medicine 1st!

Carol can’t wait, jams shot into leg, hurts, while running out lockers, says, “Wish me luck!”

Specialist looks relieved, pockets empty vial, a kind smile, replies, “We make our own luck!”

Jose is anxiously pacing near the fighter jet, a 2 seater, turns, yells, “Where were you?!”

“Forgot my lucky charm.”, Carol says, as she hastily checks her gear, then Jose’s gear, too.

Jose says, “Well, hell! A little of your good luck might be the thing we needed today!”

“Been a while since you flew.” Jose says. “I logged in a few hours before!” Carol responds.

As Carol moves, her arm grazes Jose, and gives him a strong static shock. He ouches.

Jose remarks, “Sparkie, you need to keep those arms away, or I’ll be covered in blisters!”

They finish gearing up. Carol smiles as she makes fun of Jose’s voice, feeling better now.

They get in the F-115 Swifter, with Stark ArcLite cells. Run checks. Chat intermittently.

Jose asks Carol all about the Avengers, the mission, and who she thought was coolest.

Carol somberly says, “Captain America”, adds, ”but he doesn’t go by that name anymore.”

Jose’s disappointed, says, “Haven’t seen Caps name in the news. Kinda gave me courage.”

Jose asks, “You really wanna win this competition, and be a NASA space pilot that bad?!”

Carol responds, “Yeah. More than anything!”, pauses, “I always wanted to explore space.”

“As a kid, I dreamed of visiting worlds with wondrous landscapes, beautiful creatures.”

Jose is surprised to hear Carol bring up her dream. Realizes now what this means to her.

Jose says, “How about we both go visit Olderon, together!” Carol, “You mean Alderaan?”

They get the Ok to take off, don’t start well, touch and go for a while, but improve.

Carol’s hand starts to shake, barely avoids an accident. Jose is a little concerned now.

Jose takes out his portable music player, his secret weapon, starts “FAME”, like (video).

Jose mixed it himself, more electric guitar and fast paced, sings along with the chorus.

Rose takes down other fighter jets, Carol doing the same, but with a little more effort.

Carol looks spent, eyes start to blur a bit, pushes on, finally catches up to Rose, last one.

Rose does a flyby of spectators on site, before shooting up at 55 degree angle, towards sun.

Carol follows, can barely see where Rose is, sun’s rays blind her, in and out, a hard time.

Camera cuts to Louis Gossett Jr. says, “God doesn’t give people talents they aren’t meant to have, and she’s Touched. A power inside. It’s all she needs to get back in the fight.”

Carol recalls dad say, “If you can pick yourself up, try again, you’ll be a Champ!” Punches it.

As both fighter jets near the 103,000 feet mark, Rose blinds Carol one last time, pulls away.

Jose is telling her to pull away. Carol is about to, but at the very last second gets a gut feeling.

Carol recalls what Admirer said in Lockers. She was just outside the doorway, about to leave, then hears Admirer talking about Rose, how she beat the competition, using same method.

Rose waits, Carol didn’t pull away, rockets past, Rose struggles to shoot with machine gun.

As Carol turns fighter jet, avoids test ordinance, her good luck charm pops out, ping pongs.

Rose turns up to shoot Carol, but Rose’s fighter jet engine stalls, it’s too steep, falling now.

Carol’s fighter jet stalls, they went past 103,000 feet max limit. Both are falling. Music ends.

As they struggle to reignite their engines, Carol does it 1st, getting ready to take down Rose.

Rose's Co-pilot is very sure they won't be able to take them, grinning as she says it.

As Carol is about to win, her stick / hand starts shaking, engine stalls a few more times.

The collision sensors are going crazy, Jose is about to hit the display to make it stop!

Jose observes, wonders, “I didn’t break that Display! Was someone messing with this?”

Carol plummets, nose down, almost colliding into Rose, but misses their fighter jet.

Carol is struggling to reignite the engine. Having a very difficult time. Keeps shutting off.

Each time, sensors go crazy. Jose is yelling, “Bastards! They really don’t want us to win!”

Nick is also watching the competition, but his gaze changes, as the Sergeant collapses.

Sergeant looks pale, gets rushed to the infirmary on a gurney. Not sure what’s wrong!

Carol is headed straight for the stands of people, as she struggles to turn fighter jet away.

The fighter jet is 15 to 20 seconds from crashing directly into the crowd, kamikaze style.

Jose yells, “Eject! Eject!” to Carol, but after trying it a number of times, it doesn’t work.

Air Force, other personnel, etc.. hear radio chatter Carol and Jose have, look dismayed.

Nick hears it, recalls Rose sneak away the night before, did she sabotaged their plane?

Jose yells, “Nowd be a good time to pull a rabbit out of your hat.” Doesn’t look confident.

Time slows down for Carol and Jose, helpless to do anything. Music plays, like video.

Jose fears that Carol’s spent all her good luck in those other close calls, ran out of luck.

This is it, death by flying coffin! By chance, Jose looks to the far side, spots a flare gun.

After a long second, Jose recalls the cadets jokingly tease Carol’s Admirer in the lockers.

“Tell my son I love him.”, Jose yells, looking at a picture of his son, stuck to his dashboard.

Carol, still struggling to get control, says, “You tell him yourself!” unwilling to accept fate.

Jose sighs, says, "You don’t know when to give up." Shoots the flare gun into the crevice.

Not even 2 seconds from crashing into people, Flare makes its way to the faulty part.

Carol’s seat is ejected, helmet hits the overhead door, fighter jet blows up. Music ends.

Carol made it out, split second before the fighter jet blew up, parachute deploys, falling still.

Flying debris from the exploded fighter jet scatters all about, missing majority of the people.

Carol’s head is hurting, can barely see, shocked with what happened, loses consciousness.

ACT 2C

Carol gets admitted to the hospital, same as victims of the scattered debris. Just woke up.

Carol is in a hospital bed, head hurts, ears ringing, blurry vision, turns, and sees Assistant.

Assistant has a shot already in her arm, doesn’t stick around, while leaving says, “Later!”

Carol puts on her clothes, is leaving, walks down hall, looks at victims of the flying debris.

Brunette girl hovers over her injured father, laying in bed, showing him a drawing she made.

“Look Daddy, a rainbow.”, and the Dad tries to move to comfort the little girl, pulls stitches.

The nurses rush in and tell them it’s time to leave, but the little girl doesn’t want to go yet.

“No!!” she moans as she starts to ball her eyes out, “I don’t want to leave! Daddy! Daddy!”

As Carol sees the little girl cry out, calling to her father, an emotional gut punch hits her.

Little girl’s mother packs things on floor, stuff it in Hello Kitty plush backpack. Leave after.

Carol lost her good luck charm, a buckle, reminder of her dad. Searches for it. Can’t find it!

Carol catches a glimpse of an oval shape in the windowsill in the next room, her buckle.

As Carol reaches for it, a woman's voice says, "Do you always take things before asking!?"

Carol stops in her tracks, retracting her hand. It's not Carol's belt buckle, but a broach.

Carol starts, "Sorry. My mistake. I thought-" Woman interrupts, "-You Thought WRONG!"

The woman is visiting one of the patient's, her daughter, and seems to be in a foul state.

The daughter, a new recruit there, says, "Mom, that's Carol Danvers. One of the Aces."

Mother says, "An ACE?!", in a livid tone, adds, "The one who almost got you killed!!??"

Carol can't defend herself, just lowers her gaze, staring into nothing, says, "I'm So Sorry."

A doctor walks into the room, interrupts the conversation, asks the patient how she's doing.

Carol walks out, as she isn't wanted there, while the doctor is performing his rounds.

Doctor leaves. Mom scolds her, "What did I say about calling me MOM around the doctor?!"

The daughter sighs, hates the idea of her flirting, but finally lets out, "Yes, Ms. Rambeau!"

Air Force tries to cover up the crash, to avoid public exposure, but someone leaks it out.

Classified folder slid under Dr. Sofen’s door by a smoker. Dr. Sofen picks it up, reads it!

Dr. Sofen is tasked with interrogations. Cadets nervously fidget, waiting to be called in.

Nick asks Agent Jimmy to hack the interrogation feed, also pulls up records for each cadet.

Agent Jimmy complains he’ll never see action. Nick comments work here is more important.

Specialist shows up, checks on Carol. Wants to see how she’s doing, asks if she had a shot.

Carol replies Yes, Assistant gave her shot. Specialist dismissively, didn’t ask him to do that.

Rose just got there. Wants to say something, but Carol shoots her down, “Not the TIME!”

“AssHat, Get In Here!” Dr. Sofen yells, standing near the door to the interrogation room.

Cadets are confused, don’t know which one of them she was calling. Carol knows! Stands.

Time for Carol’s questioning, enters the room with Dr. Sofen, slowly locks door behind her!

Nick gets a text message about the Sergeant, in hospital now, poisoning, can’t treat him.

Carol perceives herself as better than Dr. Sofen! Dr. Sofen was an Ace once, but gave it up!

Dr. Sofen was injured / grounded, hot head pilot’s fault, like Carol, resentment still there!

Dr. Sofen says, “You’ll Never Be Like Your Father!” berates Carol, shouting differences!

Dr. Sofen has her father's autopsy report, reads it, says he was mauled by a black bear.

Carol’s hand trembles, makes a fist, but it wont stop shaking. Dr. Sofen sees it. She’s Done!

Nick knows what’s coming next, comments, “Oh No!” Music starts, like video. (a few notes)

“You, Got, Your, Father, Killed!”, Dr. Sofen’s voice echoes, as she relives her dad’s death.

Carol’s pupils dilate, cold sweat overtakes her, her heart starts to race, jolted into flashback.

“Just, Like, You, Got, Your, Co-Pilot, KILLED!”, Dr. Sofen puts the blame on Carol. Music ends.

Cadets in hall hear attacks on her character, questioning her morals, condemning things.

Carol’s Admirer knows those things Dr. Sofen says are all true, head droops, respect gone?

Agent Jimmy observes, “Sir. This doesn’t look like it will end well.” But Nick already left.

Carol slams her hands on the table, tethering on the brink of wringing Dr. Sofen’s neck.

Carol flips the table, almost hits Dr. Sofen. Screams loudly at her, “You’re just a Has Been!”

Carol recalls the nickname cadets gave her, doesn’t hold back, calmly adds, “Ms. Carrie!”

Carol starts to leave the room, but Ms. Carrie isn’t going to allow it, is really pissed now!

Dr. Sofen grabs Carol by the hair, tugs her back, and proceeds to knee her in the abdomen.

Carol is gasping for air, tries to stand when Dr. Sofen throws her outside, into the hallway.

“You’re Suspended!”, Dr. Sofen yells, adds, “As long as I’m here, You’ll Never Fly, AGAIN!”

Dr. Sofen yells, “Next!”, drops the hair she pulled out of Carol’s head, right onto her face.

Nick appears, is angry with Dr. Sofen’s judgement. Complaining. Dr. Sofen ignores him.

Nick says, “I see how you got that nickname!”, suspects Dr. Sofen might have gone too far.

Rose is looking at Carol, keeps looking, is expressionless, not showing how she feels!

Rose gets up and enters the room with Dr. Sofen, sits down, still blank, and the door closes.

Nick enters interrogation room, we hear Nick raise his voice. Specialist escorts Carol away before exchange gets loud, asks if she’s hurt bad. Carol says nothing. It’s all emotional hurt.

Nick got a text message, Sergeant’s worse. Exits. While leaving, Nick asks, “Can I trust you to take care of her Doc?” Specialist responds, “Don’t worry! She’s in best hands.” Nick leaves.

Media is blaming Carol, she withdraws, gets worse and worse, emotionally, physically.

Nick drops by hospital to check on Sergeant, makes sure he’s doing fine, but he looks paler.

Specialist drops by, checks on Carol, makes sure she isn’t dazed, reminds her to take shots!

Daria is there, asks, “Who is it?” Specialist doesn’t go in. Hands Carol insulin vials, leaves.

Closes door, replies, “Doc was checking on me!” Daria is grinning, says, “Checking you out?”

Daria waits, but Carol isn’t in the mood! Drops the medicine on the counter, heads to bed.

Daria looks at medicine vials, sees the mark on one, asks, “You’re going to take one now?”

Carol is already at her room, hear the door close. Daria comments, “No?” Picks up the vials.

Daria opens cabinet, places vials right next to a cereal box of Cap ‘n’ Crunch. Closes door.

Lab. Assistant loads medication vials with a substance from container, has biohazard symbol.

Assistant places vials he just filled up, into a cabinet, resembles Carol’s medicine, near cereal.

Carol’s on suspension, many days now, doesn’t know if she’ll ever fly again, gets stir crazy.

Bed is a mess, chips, cereal box, litter the room. Gets upset as she is shot down in the game.

The game says, “You Loose! Try Again?” Carol isn’t doing so well, drained, walks out the room.

Carol has the supercross trophy on display. Passes by it a few times. Can’t look at it anymore.

Stashes it. Jose’s passing hasn’t yet fully hit Carol, it could potentially break her right now.

Delivery arrives, opens it, it’s a Jacket. A note reads, “Wear this. Can’t have you zapping me, SPARKIE!” Looks back of jacket, a bolt. Carol drops to her knees, breaks down, crumples note.

Music starts, like video. Carol falls asleep, is dreaming. Carol, as a teen, and her dad, are on a camping trip. When attacked, freezes up, is too late to save him. Her dad dies. Music ends.

Carol wakes up, grabs her dad’s picture frame, holds it close to her chest, tears run, is crying.

Daria tries comforting Carol, hugs her. After a few, gets zapped good. Carol asks her to leave.

Daria leaves room, un-crumples note she found, reads it while walking, throws it in kitchen bin.

Nick tiredly reviews security footage, then spots the Xandarian flip a switch on equipment.

Jimmy tinkers with Xandarians medallion, sticks pen in it, shocks him. It falls to the ground.

Medallion hits side, lid opens, Nick turns to see hologram show a face, it resembles Carol.

Later, Carol attends Jose’s funeral, has a flashback to what happened to him, all her fault.

Daria drove, sees a guy, approaches, chatting, “I know exactly what I would do If I lost you!”

Carol spots Rose, and her giggling pack. After all pay their respects, Rose approaches Carol.

Rose hands the winning medal to Carol, says, “Here!”, as if she was intentionally pitying her.

Daria sees this, leaves a guy she was with, grabs the medal and throws it in Rose’s face.

An unknown man is standing next to a tree, observing everything, as he blows smoke out.

As Carol takes a step back and turns, a hand comes across her face and lands a loud slap!

Jose's Ex hates Carol, says with disdain, "You Did This!" Two year old son is there, crying.

Carol flashes back to Jose’s last moments, recalling his request, “Tell my son I love him!”

Carol looks at the child, speechless, can’t seem to say it, knows it’s her fault, is guilt ridden.

Carol doesn’t stick around, grabs a bus, sits in a window seat, stares blankly out the window.

Daria tries to follow, misses the bus Carol is on, goes back to her car to pursue. She’s tailed.

Montage begins, ‘Behind Blue Eyes’, like (video). Carol looks drained, emotionally broken!

Carol observes how cruel people are to one another, she can’t help but get more upset.

Husband and Wife arguing, no longer in love, their 9 year old boy crying. Carol turns away.

Carol has a flashback, is remembering what she said to Jose, “I don’t want to be the reason a child never sees their parent!” and after some time, Jose responds with, “That won’t happen!”

Carol spots the kid glaring at her, teary face, judgemental eyes. Carol’s flashback resumes.

Recalling Dr. Sofen say, “You got your father killed. Just like you got your Co-Pilot KILLED!”

Carol’s armor is cracking, we see her expression finally change, is remorseful, gets off bus.

Daria is driving, dialing, phone’s ringing, when another car hits her, wrecked, phone still rings.

After returning home alone, Carol’s in no mood to even answer the phone, just keeps ringing.

Carol turns on TV, news report changes, shows Rose being honored, a Colonel now. Frowns.

Carol spills bowl of cereal, cleans up, throws away paper towel into bin, spots crumpled note.

Carol trying to forget, plays flight simulator game, loses, fighter jet blows up, like Jose’s death.

The game says, “You’re Dead! Try Again?” Carol is distraught, throws the controller, breaks.

Goes to the cabinet, spots the medicine vials next to the cereal box, pauses, grabs the cereal.

Plops cereal box on a counter. Camera stays on it. Clinking can be heard, like glass cups?

After a few, Carol plops down the medicine vials in front of the cereal box, obstructing its view.

Nick visits Sergeant, but no longer in hospital bed, Nurse sees Nick, says, “I’m so sorry.”

Carol loads up a medicine vial, pauses, takes it. Looks paler, feels worse, falls to the floor.

Rest of the vials are empty, we see now that Carol has been taking them regularly, all along.

Daria’s arm hurts, rushes back home to find Carol in a comatose state, she’s unresponsive.

Calls ambulance. Montage ends, camera zooms out from Carol’s blue eyes. EMT’s arrive.

Specialist shows up at the hospital to treat Carol. Military guards right outside, for safety.

Daria is hurt. Assistant shows up. Specialist tells Assistant to treat her, he’s a bit reluctant.

Daria’s arm injury gets treated elsewhere. Assistant draws blood, goes a little deep, hits bone.

Daria agitated, “Trying to get bone marrow?!” Assistant apologizes, “Oh sorry.” Unsympathetic.

Scene changes to Agent Jimmy, he’s at the Coroner's, just finished getting some details.

Nick visits Daria, asks what exactly happened to her, to Carol? Informs him what transpired.

Nick asks why wasn’t she looking out for Carol, and Daria tells him, “I was ambushed!”

“Hurt bad?”, Nick asks nonchalantly. Assistant butts in, says, “It’s just a hairline fracture.”

Nick is a little puzzled, asks Daria, “Can’t you easily handle one or two attackers!?”

Daria pauses for a second, replies, “Naturally! But there were more than Ten of them!”

Assistant hangs on every word they say now, as a syringe hangs in his hand, behind him.

Nick is silent, finally says, “It seems they know all about you!” Assistant looks displeased.

Nick and Daria are lost in thought, oblivious to the Assistant nearing both, music intensifies!

Agent Jimmy pops in just as the Assistant was about to reveal the syringe, hides it again.

Agent Jimmy informs them, “Sergeant’s cause of death was an unusual Synthetic toxin.”

Jimmy continues, “Glass shard was found in his neck. Seems to have spread from there.”

Jimmy has zoomed image, Nick inspects it, Daria sees the shard of glass too, little puzzled.

Daria has seen marking on glass somewhere else, asks, “Does that look like Carol’s vial?”

Assistant looks very tense, they are onto him, clenches fist, might go all out on them now!

Jimmy replies, “Don’t think so!”, adds, “The marking is darker here. Hers were brighter.”

Nick’s re-examining zoomed image, pauses, says, “No, this is from Carol’s medicine vial!”

Daria observes, “Odd. Carol seemed fine after taking the medicine the Specialist gave her.”

Daria says, “Coroner must have made a mistake.” Nick seems unsatisfied, says, “Maybe.”

Assistant’s relieved, puts away the syringe, says to Daria, “You should be fine now!” Leaves.

Gets silent. Jimmy tries lightening the mood, says, “I don’t mind some toxins.” Smiling.

Jimmy looks at Daria’s bracelet, slowly turns it, showing us the anchor on it. Same as his!

Daria raises brow, says, ”You’re buying next time!” Jimmy chuckles, responds, “You got it!”

Nick says, “Get yourself patched up.”, walking away says, “I have a bad feeling about this!”

Nick is worried about Carol, visits her himself, but guards right outside, deny him entry!

Nick covertly enters the other way in. Carol is unconscious. Nick hears two people talking.

Assistant’s agitated, says, “I got her sample!”, pauses, wonders, “Do we really need it?!”

Specialist seems agitated, deep in thought, looking over Carols test results, isn’t listening.

Specialist isn’t saying much, turns, seems clueless. Just now catching up to what he said.

Specialist says, “You never know.” adds, “She does have abilities!” Lights up a cigarette.

Assistant chases away the smoke the Specialist exhaled, says, “Those things will kill you!”

Specialist responds, “It’s in his makeup. I can’t seem to stop!”, adds, “Love this flavor.”

Specialist comments, “You went through Enhanced training. This shouldn’t bother you!”

Specialist looks at Carol’s test results, but they seem inconclusive, throws them away.

Assistant says, “Doctor, in a few minutes, she can undergo the gene mapping procedure.”

Specialist gleefully responds, “Finally! Now her energy won’t interfere with our scans!”

Assistant giddily says, “Fortune favours the bold, favours us, as foretold long ago!”

Assistant recites, “On a small world, you will find, the key to defeat, all your foes!”

Assistant adds, “This human holds the key we sought, help us win the century long battle!”

“I don’t believe in prophecies!”, Specialist responds, “But, Yes! Within this girl lies the key I need to turn the tide in my favor! And finally, I will take her throne, and do what she won’t!”

Specialist seems more perturbed, says, “I really hate her, and her ridiculous sayings!”

“You mean that one she always brings up?”, Assistant trying to recall, quoting it, “Better to remain hidden and be thought of as a weakling, than to reveal yourself and remove all doubt.”

Assistant seems to be pouting, disagrees, says, “I find that saying very meaningful!” Silence.

Assistant is puzzled, “Doctor, How could you have known she would survive the crash?!”

Specialist says, “I didn’t! Even dead, her body would not decompose at rapid pace.”

Specialist adds, “Her DNA structure isn’t like Ours!”, pauses, ”We could barely last as long!”

Assistant says, “Yes, you’re right. But still, these unfounded risks could put our future plans in jeopardy! Wish we didn’t have to accelerate our time table, just because of their arrival!”

Nick gets closer, listens in on what the Assistant is saying, as he does, Bumps into a chair.

Specialist sees Nick and interrupts his Assistant, as he was about to say something important.

Specialist asks Nick how he got in, area is now restricted to Top Clearance personnel only!

They really don’t want him there, call the guards. Nick palms a sample vial, leaves calmly.

Specialist opens a hidden compartment on his flint lighter. Pulls out the cold Blood samples.

Hands them over, says, “You might need these!” Assistant takes it, asks, “Should I call Her?”

Cronies throw Rose a party at Helen’s Bar. Cadets talking, Carol’s in hospital. Rose hears it.

Rose’s phone rings, looks at ID, answers, don’t hear who it is, after a bit replies, “I’ll be there!”

Cronie asks, “Going to see Old man?!” Rose gets up, frowning, replies, “Ah, ha!” Grabs bags.

While walking away comments, “There’s, something, I need to straighten out, First!” Frowns.

ACT 2D

Nick Fury tries to have the Xandarian Scientist treat Carol, but is denied access to him.

Nick has Jimmy help bail out Xandarian. Shows Xandarian medicine Carol was given.

Xandarian examines the liquid, and thinks the toxin was made to greatly weaken Carol.

Nick Fury scrambles some agents and raids the heavily guarded room holding Carol.

Xandarian Scientist rushes to save Carol, she’s convulsing, battles to get her stable.

Nick checks for the Specialist, Assistant. Not there. Already escaped the other way in.

Nick tasks Agent Jimmy to locate the Specialist, and the Assistant, to keep searching.

Nick returns, sees Carol’s not well, wonders, “Doc, were her shots at all poisonous?”

Nick adds, “I ask because a Sergeant I knew had a shard from her vial hit him!”

Xandarian, “I’m sorry for your loss. A drop would be fatal to most, but wouldn't kill her.”

Continues, “Like many people, it takes a week to build up an immunity to foreign matter.”

“But for Carol, it takes mere minutes. Even low to moderate dosages have little effect!”

Xandarian concludes, “Most battlefield casualties, left untreated, die from infections.”

Carol’s leg moves, one with the gash on it. Nick glances at it, it’s almost fully healed.

Nick is impressed he has developed an immune counteractor, gets a bit more curious.

Nick Fury asks the Xandarian Scientist what exactly were they trying to do to Carol?

Xandarian says, “They were trying to reverse engineer her condition, but failed!”

“They failed to realize I hadn’t yet completed the Tempering process!”, Xandarian says.

Xandarian disappointedly asks, “Didn’t you notice her tremor, long before this?!”

Nick says, “No. She must have hidden it from us! Afraid she wouldn’t be allowed to fly.”

Nick sees that the color of the medicine is no longer a blue tint, but much clearer now.

Xandarian asks which doctor was caring for her this whole time, in a disgusted tone.

Nick looks displeased, after a sec responds, "Dr. Ogg! The best Specialist we have, had!"

Xandarian asks to see Carol's chart, and sees the Specialists name, ‘Dr. Jon R. Ogg’!

"Noooo! Not possible!", the Xandarian exasperates, "He's Dead!", in pure shock.

Xandarian continues, “Fool, he tried to undo the work I did to subdue her true state!”

Nick wonders, “Doc, what state are you referring to?”, trying to make sense of her condition.

Xandarian softly says, “A Binary State, output of an exponential amount of unstable energy!”

Nick asks, “Like an exploding grenade?” Xandarian, “No, like an exploding atomic bomb!”

Nick doesn’t believe that for a second, stares at the Xandarian, questioning his sanity!

After the long fought ER battle to get Carol stable, is transferred to her old recovery room.

Carol sleeping, mumbles, “Don’t leave me!” Nick thinks she’s dreaming of her father’s death.

Xandarian asks how her father died. Nick says it happened in front of her, died in her arms.

Nick asks, “Equipment you’re protective of, wasn’t just keeping her alive?!” Xandarian nods.

Nick wants to know, “Did you flip that switch to wake her from the coma?!” Xandarian nods.

Nick wonders, “Why didn’t they come after you then?” pondering, answers his own question, “They knew you didn’t trust anyone! So, you wouldn’t go blabbing about them to someone!”

Before the Xandarian can say anything, Nick asks, “Was it the cat that tipped you off?”

Xandarian nods, wonders if the creature is still alive, asks if he could bring it there now.

Nick returns shortly with the cat, takes it out of the carrier, pets it for a few, praising it.

Nick notices the shiny collar, about to grab it. Xandarian objects, “It’s unruly without it!”

Nick recalls the cat did persistently hiss at the Assistant, “The Assistant has to be one!”

Nick asks, “They can imitate anyone, like they did you?”, recalls the tape with his face.

Xandarian says, “Yes. All they need is a dab of your DNA. A quick prick through your skin.”

Xandarian is thinking, says, “To maintain a form, they need to keep blood samples cold.”

Nick now recalls Specialists flint lighter, was wet, says, “I know where the Specialist kept it!”

Nick touches wrong thing on cats collar, cat is zapped, jumps away, cats fur fluffs up.

Carol awakens, mistakes the Xandarian for her dad, still a bit dazed, tries to sit up.

Cat jumps on bed, approaching Carol very slowly. Carol puts a hand out, cat sniffs hand.

While petting cat Carol asks, “What’s your name?” Xandarian says, “Doesn’t have one.”

Carol turns to Xandarian, asks, “How about Chewie?” Xandarian is pleased with the name.

Cat is sniffing her still, doesn’t stop. Carol wondering, asks, “I don’t smell that bad, do I?”

Xandarian concludes that it finds her DNA interesting, something new to the creature.

Carol didn’t know cats could do that. Xandarian is smiling, says, “It’s a female Flerken!”

Before the Xandarian elaborates, Nick jumps in, says, “It’s how dogs can sniff out Cancer!”

Nick seems to want to keep the creatures real origin a secret. Xandarian gets Nicks hint.

Nick Fury gets a call, another Agent found the Object used to bash the Volunteers head in.

Nick sets phone down, pushes speaker button so all can overhear, Agent reveals findings.

Murder weapon has Assailant’s DNA, matches Rose’s co-pilot, the Xandarian is innocent!

Fighter jet Saboteur’s DNA found in between Display cracks, matches Rose’s co-pilot.

Flashback shows us the Xandarian stash the murder weapon, then returns shortly. Upon his return, looks like Rose’s co-pilot, a female! Transformed while we couldn’t see, hear his pain.

Rose’s co-pilot made a mistake, stashed it in a bad place, moves object, leaves DNA on it.

Agent explains, Carol’s fighter jet Saboteur is also the Assailant. Co-pilot did both things.

Flashback shows us Rose’s co-pilot already in cockpit, alarm goes off, punched the Display.

Rose’s co-pilot is in custody, being questioned, But she claims not to remember anything.

No proof, speculates, she also tampered with Carol’s fighter jet, found OS manuals in things.

Carol recalls her fighter jet engine stall out, just before shooting down Rose, for no reason.

We now see the Co-Pilot, press / hold a button on a PDA, as Carol’s fighter jet engine stalls.

Carol angrily asks, “What possible reason does she have to do all this?!” Gets quiet for a bit.

Nick looks at Xandarian, “Maybe we will find out why!” Xandarian isn’t sure he can tell Carol.

Agent resumes, “Carol, the flare gun in the crevice saved you and people on the ground!”

After hearing what Jose did, his sacrifice, Carol’s look of anger changes, to one of sadness.

Nick finishes, “Let me know if you get anything out of the co-pilot!”, hangs up the phone.

Nick hands Carol her good luck charm, her dad’s buckle, found in the exploded debris.

Carol takes the buckle, wipes the soot off, revealing a sun shaped star in the middle.

Carol looks on the back, has a swirl her dad carved there. Tiny stick figure in the middle.

Nick quotes her father, “winning Is Great, sure, but if you want to Do Great, turns out, the secret is Losing! If you can pick yourself up, and try Again, you’ll be a Champ someday!”

Carol looks at Nick, asks, “You knew my dad?” Nick fondly says, “Yeah! Saved my ass!”

Nick wants to say more, but can’t, just says, “Classified!”, pauses, “Like a Bat Out of Hell!”

Carol recalls her dad would reward her after hikes, an Ice-Cream cone, favorite time.

Xandarian knows why Rose’s Co-Pilot did all of this, guilt shows through his expression.

Xandarian gets teary eyed, as he looks at Carol’s belt buckle, a sun on it, looks like a star.

Nick notices Xandarians reaction, ponders, why would seeing a sun star do that to him?

Nick reaches in his coat, searching, says, “I might know why she is so important to you.”

Nick hands medallion to Xandarian, says, “Found a similar item. Dates back centuries.”

Xandarian takes the device, flips it to the other side, revealing a star, says, “It’s Kree!”

Turns device on. Medallion’s star glows. Delay, points of star emit a lot of light beams.

A hologram shows a young lady’s face, his daughter, who slightly resembles Carol.

Xandarian reveals he’s Mar-Vell, explains why he’s on Xandar, holo-images match events.

Mar-Vell makes parallels to Einstein, inventing a WMD, guilt ridden, had to flee his home.

Loved blue Kree lady, had a girl, cast laws separated them, forced to marry pink Kree lady.

Mar-Vell secretly helped them, daughter had same zeal for science, she still loved him.

Was too late to save his daughter, Minn-Erva, from Rogg’s experiments, still guilt ridden.

Gets composure back. Adds, on Xandar, tried to harness power from the Infinity stone.

Nova Corps wanted a deterrent in the event another enemy, like Ronin, came knocking.

In doing so, unknowingly exposed himself to cosmic rays, too far gone to reverse effects.

Using what was learned, he could extend her life, since Carol was momentarily exposed.

Mar-Vell informs Carol he could not rid her entirely of the effects, can spread on exertion.

Uses his research into Forbidden Kree technology, making a superior fighting machine to win the century long war. Toughens her body, effects wouldn’t kill now, a way to keep her alive.

Mar-Vell is done, turns off the hologram, says he needs to conserve the devices power.

Mar-Vell grasps device, looks down, says “I failed.” Carol vehemently disagrees, “I’m here!”

Carol gets out of bed, weak still, as she wants to hug Mar-Vell for saving her, Yet Again!

Carol hugs him, looks alot happier. During hug, Mar-Vell is zapped, but it’s very weak.

Carol backs up, apologizes, jokingly says bad things could happen, after zapping others.

Mar-Vell tries to say, “You shouldn’t worry. You’re still acclimating to your new normal.”

As Mar-Vell says that, Carol’s changing, Nick looks at her lower right leg, no gauze, no scar.

Mar-Vell’s cat is at the doorway, just sitting there. Suddenly, cat’s low growl intensifies!

Specialist aims a gun at Carol, says to Mar-Vell, “Does History Repeat Itself?”, grinning!

As Carol is in the process of putting her Jacket on, the Specialist shoots a Beam at her.

Mar-Vell sees it, pushes Carol away, gets hit instead, surge fries device he was holding.

As Mar-Vell drops to his knees, hands in front brace his descent, meeting the ground.

Medallion breaks under his hand, never lets it go, shatters into pieces, only star remains.

Carol was grazed, falls down, convulsing, experiences a seizure, eyes twitch, minimal glow.

Nick Fury returns fire, hits the Specialist, drops the Beam gun, taking it out of commission.

Specialist escapes. Nick Fury calls for backup, looks at Carol on the ground, convulsing.

Mar-Vell sees Nick wants to stay there, says, “It will pass. You MUST stop him! You Must!”

Nick hesitates to leave, Mar-Vell whispers, “You must.” Nick hands him a gun, leaves.

Fury loses the Specialist in a crowded hospital hall. Tasks other agents to continue looking.

Carol stops convulsing, rushes to Mar-Vell, holds him in her arms, asks, “What Happened?!”

Mar-Vell says, “A type of high powered beam hit you, almost destroying everything here.”

Mar-Vell explains to Carol, the Beam she was grazed by, wouldn’t have killed her.

If it fully hit, would overload her system, she’d burst energy out, destroying all around.

Were it not for her chemical imbalance, could more than easily absorb, any type of energy.

If Mar-Vell didn’t move her out of the way of the Beam, Nick Fury would have died as well.

Mar-Vell explains, the drug Specialist gave her is slowly leaving her system, might be able to ground herself, so energy absorbed can go into the ground. Carol pretends to understand.

Mar-Vell is telling her this, not really knowing it will work, suspects. Even he doesn’t know?

Carol recalls her convulsing nightmare a few minutes ago, of Mar-Vell dying, says, “Deja vu!”

Carol adds, “I saw this very same thing happened in my dream!” Looks dismayed, puzzled.

Thinking out loud, Mar-Vell responds, “Oh! Could you have tuned into ripples in spacetime?”

Camera cuts to Rose, Agents blocking entrance, but slips by one as someone distracts him.

Nick Fury hurries back. Mar-Vell is critical, doesn’t look good, drawing heavy breaths.

Fury asks if the Specialist was a Dark Elf? Mar-Vell replies, “No, worse! A Scrull!”

Mar-Vell adds, “Nick! You can’t do this alone!”, as he struggles to say this coherently.

Mar-Vell goes on, “I’ve known braver men try, and Fail!”, stressing the importance of this.

Mar-Vell concludes, “I’ve seen them overtake worlds, like a parasite taking over its host!”

Nick had his suspicions, and now Mar-Vell confirmed, what he dreaded in the pit of his gut.

Agent Jimmy tracked down the Specialist, on cams. Nick tasks agents to guard the exits.

Nick Fury asks where the Specialists last location was over the comm, Carol overhears.

Nick Fury leaves. Carol wants to follow, but doesn’t want to leave Mar-Vell. She stays.

Carol says, “I.. I.. saw this happen just before!” starts tearing up, a single tear streaks.

Mar-Vell looks at Carol, seems sad, says, “Don’t cry! Truth is, I only had a few months!”

Mar-Vell ponders, says, “Ohh, to have seen this would mean a space time ripple hit you?!”

Mar-Vell wondering, “Your dream, was it of Death? Might cast much larger ripples.”

Carol responds, “I don’t care to recall my dreams. All they’ve given me is heartache!”

Mar-Vell postulates, “Then maybe you can see dead people. A Sixth sense?!” Wincing.

Carol tries laughing, says, “Nope, Sorry! I would know a Force Ghost if I saw one!”

Mar-Vell tries to say more, but starts to wheeze harder, can hardly speak, looks paler.

“Chewie, take care of her for me.”, Mar-Vell tells the cat, as it sits still, beside him.

“My little girl.”, Mar-Vell says choppily, adds, “I can see her soon.”, turns, tries to smile.

“I would have liked, to try, Ice Cream too- with- you-”, Mar-Vell deflates his last word.

As his skin turns pale, music plays (a few notes). Carol holds him in her arms, tears up.

Not only have they killed her best friend, which she adored, but also her Father figure.

Carol gently sets Mar-Vell’s body down. Chewie proceeds to lay down on Mar-Vell’s torso.

Before rising from her knees, places both hands in front of her, ready to push up, one hand on top of a gun Nick gave Mar-Vell. As she gets up, doesn’t let go of gun, it’s in her hand still.

As Carol rises, music intensifies, her expression changes to Anger. She Wants Justice!

ACT 3A

Nick pulls the Fire Alarm in the hospital, not loud, and everyone exits in a normal fashion.

Little girls injured father asks nurse about her whereabouts. Nurse saw a girl heading out.

As everyone heads out, camera pans under the bed, the little girl is still there, sleeping.

Daria’s arm is in a sling, leaves with patients, then spots Rose, follows, but she disappears.

Nick visits Agent Jimmy, review the security footage, sees Specialist enter the restroom.

Nick heads to the restroom. As he is entering, another guy exiting bumps into Nick.

Guy is a bit agitated, but Nick doesn’t stop him, and proceeds to check each stall.

As he checks the last stall, kicks the door. Same Guy that bumped into Nick, is there.

Nick seems baffled. Either they were twins, or his eyes are playing tricks on him.

Guy in the stall looks scared, rambles on about getting assaulted by a guy that just left.

Nick can’t believe the Guy that bumped into him, was actually the Specialist. Runs out.

After a minute or so, Nick Fury catches a glimpse of that Guy as he enters the elevator.

Nick barely misses him, checks where it’s heading, and its up. Nick rushes up the stairs.

As Nick waits, with his gun drawn, and the doors open, the Guy panics and yells for help.

Guy is playing dumb, not knowing what he’s talking about, then Nick realizes something.

Guy turned his head, Nick sees a small red dot on his upper shoulder and neck, a prick?

This guy doesn’t have a blue line on his badge, like the Specialist has. That’s not him!

“SHIT!” Nick curses aloud, as he realizes he was fooled by the Specialist back in the stall.

Camera cuts to the bathroom, Specialists coat is in the bin, badge has a blue line on it.

Carol searches for Nick, hoping to get to the Specialist herself, but her eyes are hurting.

Seems Carol got grazed by the Beam the Specialist shot at her, and is trying to cope with it.

Carol hears a ruckus, and it sounds like Nick Fury. He’s shouting, “There He Is!”

Even though Carol can’t see properly, she peers around the corner to see for herself.

A guy Carol has never seen before, is holding a small girl hostage, kindergarten age?

Carol tries to see who it is and for a brief second sees that the little girl is the same one that was visiting her dad, who was hurt when Carol caused that plane crash that killed Jose.

Carol takes cover behind a cart, aims her gun at the guy, but can’t get a clear shot.

As Specialist shoots at Nick and Agents behind corner, little girl screams with each shot.

“Let Her Go!”, Carol yells, struggling to keep her gun steady. Guy is startled for a second.

As Carol yells that, she screams as a sharp pain in her eyes leaves her in agony.

Carol hears the little girl repeatedly cry out, “Daddy, Daddy!” her voice echoes, is worse.

Carol’s migrain intensifies, as her vision goes all white, has a vision of little girl get shot!

Cradles head, gun pointing up, pain intensifies, pulls trigger, hits sprinkler, water spurts.

The Guy holds up the girl in one arm as a shield, as he gets worried he is cornered.

The Guy sees it’s Carol, says, “The Beam did hit you after all!” Smirking now, is pleased.

Carol is a bit confused how this random Guy knows what happened to her a bit earlier.

The Guy is less worried, as he can easily get past Carol, while she is in this state.

The Guy then says to Carol, “I hope that Kree scum suffered before he Died!”

Nick Fury yells to Carol from the other side, but Carol isn’t really hearing him clearly.

As Carol is about to make sense of this, she hears Nick again, “That’s the Specialist!”

Carol is in a state of shock, almost frozen, as she sees the girl looking at her while balling.

Why is this happening to everyone around her. Carol thinks she is truly cursed.

The Specialist sees a portable tank of some sort not too far from where Nick Fury is.

“It’s already Too Late for you-”, as he aims for the tank, “-Former director of SHIELD!”

As the Specialist says that, he pulls the trigger, the bullet hits the tank, and it explodes.

Nick, Carol, Agents, Specialist, All get thrown back by the blast. Aren’t getting back up.

The blast also hits the electric wiring and the lights are flickering on and off every so often.

Emergency sprinkler system is set off, extinguishing the flames, eventually stops pouring.

Camera cuts to a few of the blast victims, unconscious or dead, water drops on their faces.

Specialist gets back up, pleased that he took them all out, but 3 other Agents are still alive.

Specialist has no cover, grabs the little girl, demands Agents kick their weapons away!

Agents comply. Agent Jimmy is closest, didn’t draw his weapon, was ready to bum rush him.

Agent Jimmy is asked to disarm. Specialist threatens to snap girls neck if he tries anything.

Agent Jimmy complys, slowly draws his weapon. Closeup shows him flip a lever on the gun.

Jimmy slides the gun over. Specialist leans over to get it, one hand still on little girls backpack.

Agent Jimmy bum rushes Specialist. He vaults little girl at Jimmy, was waiting for him to rush in.

Jimmy somehow manages to catch girl, are tumbling. Little girl’s crying. Jimmy’s heart breaks.

Jimmy sets her next to Carol, is alive, still out. Specialist grabs nearby gun, shoots, locked?

Specialist throws the gun at the other Agents nearing him, hitting one in the arm, is pleased.

The two Agents are taking on the Specialist in close quarter combat, almost take him down.

Specialists body isn’t fit enough for this exchange, takes out syringe, pauses before loading.

Specialist sees Rose makes her way down same corridor Carol arrived by, his grin grows.

Picks a very specific sample vial, loads it up, jams it into himself, his eyes glow for a few.

Specialist is in agony as his appearance changes to that of Rose’s Co-Pilot, who is very fit.

Co-Pilot takes out 1st Agent with a headbut, 2nd one with a suplex, seems much stronger.

Agent Jimmy doesn’t know if he can stop her, sets the girl beside Carol. Carol is still dazed.

Agent Jimmy got what he wanted, real action. Engages, competent, but not fast enough.

Co-Pilot delivers a knockout blow to Jimmy. Falls to his knees. No sense of self, is out of it.

Dazed Carol watches as Co-Pilot picks up a gun, puts it to Jimmy’s head, pulling the trigger!

Before witnessing it, Carol hides little girls head in her arms. Jimmy’s lifeless body drops.

Rose hears gunshot, little girl screaming, looks down other hallway, makes her way there.

Carol tells the little girl to run, but she’s too scared to even move. Rose appears, surprised.

Co-Pilot aims the gun at Carol’s head, asks Rose if she wants to have the honors now.

Rose responds, “Do you have any Idea what you’re doing?” Approaches her, tries to talk.

“You wanted this! Here! Now’s your chance! Take it!” The Co-Pilot hands Rose the gun.

Rose takes gun, doesn’t point it at Carol, asks her Co-Pilot, “When’d you get out of the brig?”

Before Rose can turn to point the gun at her, Co-Pilot sends her flying, hits her hard, out cold.

Nick Fury, still alive, head is a mess, but his trench coat protected most of him from the blast.

As Nick tries getting out of rubble, his comm loudly has Daria speaking, asks for Agent Jimmy.

As Co-Pilot turns away, Carol bum rushes her, knocks her to the ground. Both rise to their feet.

Co-Pilot and Carol are trading blows. Seems Carol’s skill is impressive, but her head hurts!

Carol can’t take another head blow, migraine blinds her, doesn’t see the uppercut coming!

Co-Pilot knocks Carol far back, dad’s buckle gets knocked out of Carol’s pocket, very far.

Carol’s on the floor now, gets up partly onto her knees, is hunched over, near the little girl.

Nick Fury reaches for the closest gun, has trouble, one of his legs is pinned by the debris.

Carol hasn’t given up, but no match for her in this state. Tries to buys some time for Nick.

Carol says, “Because of you”, sternly adds, “I lost my chance at space! Can’t fly anymore!”

Carol says, “Because of you”, sharply adds, “Mar-Vell, Agents, are all Dead!”

Carol says, “Because of you”, it hits her, whispers, “My best friend Jose-”, adds, ”-Died!”

As Carol is trying to get back up, the Co-Pilot puts a gun to her head and holds it there.

“Just try and stop me, Sparkie!” Co-Pilot says, “You can barely see.” pauses, “So Weak!”

Co-Pilot disapprovingly adds, “I don’t know why he used forbidden research to save you!”

The little girl is crying, yelling, “Daddy! Daddy!”, at eye level with Carol, she feels helpless.

It pains Carol to see the little girl cry, says to her, “I like your rainbows very much. Don’t be afraid. You’re going to see your dad again very soon, and draw more stuff for him. Be strong.”

The girl stops balling her eyes out, tears still covering most of her face, but says, “Ok.”

“We were so close to fulfilling the prophecy! But no, you just had to make it more difficult!”

Co-Pilot adds, “No matter! If we can’t learn Mar-Vell’s secrets-”, pauses, ”-No One Shall!”

Nick raises his head, sees the Co-Pilot just about to shoot Carol, executioner style.

Nick finally gets the gun, aims at the Co-Pilot, Shoots, but the gun jams! Took blast damage!

The Co-Pilot smiles at Nick, pulls the trigger, sending Carol’s lifeless body to the ground.

As Carol’s body drops, the little girl screams so loud, their eardrums are about to explode.

Daria and some agents stop running and try to make out where that scream came from.

Co-Pilot sees Agents approaching, picks up the girl as a shield, and runs the other way.

Daria and agents arrive, can’t help, electric wires spark, blast mess, debri blocking their way.

Daria looks at Nick, struggling to get loose, then focus changes to Jimmy's body, a yard away.

Darias expression changes, tries moving pipe in debris, is distraught, tries to compose herself, grips it tighter, doesn’t budge, after a bit let’s go. As she walks away, see a handprint on pipe.

We see Carol lying on the ground, motionless. Fades out. Few of her past events playback.

Fades to teenage Carol on hiking trail, fell in mud. Her father asks, "Are you giving up?"

Hears Mar-Vell, pleading with comatose Carol, while lying in bed, says, "Don’t give up!"

Recalls Jose in the fighter jet, motivating Carol, says, "You don’t know How to give up!"

Collision sensors get louder, someone yells to her, “Wake Up!” Nick, yelling from the debris.

Nick remembers her lower right leg, no longer was scarred. Maybe head shot wouldn't kill?

Sprinkler her gun shot, drips onto a water puddle, near her face, matches rain in her dream.

As Carol pushes up and out of the mud, the partially showing bullet is pushed out as well.

The loud ringing starts to fade away, replaced with the crying of a little girl, as Carol recoups.

As the Co-Pilot manhandles the little girl, the little girl Bites her hand very hard, she yells.

The Co-Pilot throws her down, checks her hand, and proceeds to point the gun at the girl.

Carol, barely able to see, knows this little girl is about to die, recalls the dream she had.

Carol staggers onto her feet, yells “Nooo!!”, which surprises the Co-Pilot, pauses, grins.

Even though the Co-Pilot can’t kill Carol, she can make her lose control by taking that girls life in front of her, making Carol explode, who people view as a monster, partly her mission too.

As Co-Pilot is pulling the trigger, Carol pushes a cart in front of her with all her might at her.

Carol is more than 15 feet away from her, and just wishes with all that she can to send that cart hurdling at the Co-Pilot, before the blinking light turns back on again.

Then, in slow motion, as the blinking light turns off, Carol’s eyes glow ever so slightly, as she sees somewhat blurry objects in front of her, in pitch black, in a grayish infrared tone.

In slow motion still, Carol’s hands shoot a beam of light, as her hands part ways with the cart, hurdling the cart at great speeds at the Co-Pilot, as the light slowly turns back on.

Co-Pilot gets a shot off, but is instantly sent flying through the flimsy walls, a few rooms.

Carol rushes to the little girl, to see how bad the bullet wound might be from getting shot.

It looks like the bullet didn’t hurt the little girl, just grazed her left arm. Carol is relieved.

The little girl isn’t crying now, stands, and proceeds to give Carol a hug, who is kneeling.

Nick Fury shows up, head wound, the only part of him his trench coat didn’t protect.

“It’s not just a fashion accessory.”, Nick says, as he is trying to explain why he’s still alive.

“Daayum!” Nick comments as he looks at the many holes in the wall, “Did.. You do that?”

Nick peers through the whole and sees the Co-Pilot’s body better, spread out on the floor.

The little girl joyously responds for Carol, “She’s very strong, just like Captain America!”

Carol is amazed too, only now is it starting to sink in for her, what actually transpired.

After a while, Nick Fury starts to make sense of all that's happened, realizes these Scrull’s have been trying to undermine our Heroes this whole time.

Going so far as getting Zemo to go on a suicide mission, to belittle our symbols of hope, including Captain America, who is no longer around, which most people are depressed by.

Nick Fury even tasked Natasha to quell the hostility between Avengers, but that failed.

They are trying to turn Carol into a monster in the public eye, by making her unstable.

Nick Fury thinks that he needs to fight fire with fire, and if the Scrull’s want to make her Infamous, he will just have to make Carol Famous, just like Cap. was, adored by most!

As Nick turns to see how many rooms the Co-Pilot’s body went through, the body is gone.

The little girl screeches so loud it sends a bone rattling sensation through Carol’s body.

As Nick turns his head to the side, he sees the Co-Pilot already lunging at him, with a lead pipe swung at his head, and Nick tries to raise his gun from below, but he’s too late.

Carol has a rush of adrenaline, fight or flight kicks in, body checks the Co-Pilot into the ceiling.

Nick dodges the lead pipe, draws his weapon, points it at the Co-Pilot, on the floor now.

Little girl’s sees back of Carols jacket, a bolt, raises brows, amazed, whimpering less now.

“Daayum! You were FAST!”, Nick says, surprised, wondering, “What Else Can You Do?!”

Carol can’t explain what happened, after a few, says, “How, did I do that?”, looks surprised.

The little girl is a mess, still crying. Carol picks up the little girl, hugs her, tries to calm her.

Carol notices little girl looking at bolt on jacket, in reflection, takes the jacket off, puts it on her.

Carol says, “You’re much stronger than I was.” Smiles proudly, wipes a tear from the little girl.

Carol adds, “Let's go find your Daddy.” Little girl calms down, leads her away from this scene.

Nick is on the phone with Daria, wondering where she is, and if she can come help him now.

Co-Pilot is still conscious, slowly reaches for a gun, arm is stretched out, more than normal.

As Co-Pilot aims the gun, steadies hand, Co-Pilot gets shot by Daria, appeared out of nowhere.

Nick is startled, relieved, a little pissed, says, “We could have learned alot from her, Alive!”

Daria responds, “No you wouldn’t! I’ve tried questioning a few of my attackers! And nothing!”

Nick asks, “Nothing?! Even with your, other talents?” Daria glares at Nick. Nick drops it.

Daria cared allot for Agent Jimmy, got her revenge, but knows it won’t bring him back.

Daria breaks down, drops to her knees, distraught, we now see a flashback of her with Jimmy.

At Jose’s funeral, Daria was talking to a guy, same scene replays, we now see it with Jimmy.

Nick gives Daria a second, just sits there, observing her reaction. Daria wipes away the tears.

“Jess, I’m sorry!” Nick says to Daria. Daria is just her cover name. Real name is Jessica Drew.

Nick says to Daria, serious tone, “I’m afraid you’ll need to stick around her a bit longer!”

Daria responds, “I knew you would say that!”, agreeingly says, “No Worries. I’ll watch her!”

Co-Pilot rises once more, is sitting up, as Daria catches a glimpse of her in a reflection, Daria releases a barrage of bullets, shoots her this time in the forehead, yelling, “Die Vermin!”

Co-Pilot reverts back into a green skinned alien. Pointy ears, ridges on the chin. Back to male.

Nick gets closer to the body, looks over to Daria, wittily says, “I think you got her, err, him!?”

Nick sees vapors from Scrull, covers nose, comments, “You’re, One, Smelly, Motherf***er!”

Nick rises up, was on his knee. While walking away, asks, “Can you take care of the body?!”

Daria’s arm is in a sling, watches Nick walk away, rolls eyes, is left there to clean up the mess.

ACT 3B

A bit later, Carol’s outside, sees her Nurse, ask if she can tend to the little girls wound.

Nurse takes the jacket off the little girl, but the little girl grips a jacket sleeve, doesn’t let go.

Nick shows up, another nurse treats his head. Agent appears, whispers something to Nick.

As the Nurse is done tending to the little girl, Carol turns, sees the little girl yell, “Daddy!”

As father hugs his daughter, Carol’s heart grows, she was Finally able to right a wrong.

Nick gets up, gause over head wound, asks Carol to assist him with a small matter.

Carol asks, “What is it?” Nick isn’t sure how to say it, says, “Well, it’s someone formidable.”

Walking away Nick asks, “That jacket yours?” Carol responds, “She needs it more than me.”

As they leave, hospital staff resume standard operations, returning patients to their rooms.

Nurse tends to Rose, scar on cheek, hurts. Sees Carol, wants to follow, but Nurse isn’t done.

Recovery room. Cat doesn’t want cleanup crew to get near Mar-Vell’s body, sad meowing.

Water on floor from fire sprinklers, cat is all wet, looks like a gremlin, hisses at crewmen.

Nick and Carol arrive, a Crewman reaches out to move Mar-Vell’s body, almost scratched.

Carol tells the Crewman, “She won’t hurt you-” but he isn’t so sure, rolls up his sleeve.

Crewmans hairy arm is covered in scratches. Carol adds, “-unless you’re Scary Harry!”

Carol approaches the Flerken, tries her luck at taming the beast. Crewman moves away.

Carol sees something under Mar-Vell’s dead hand, something he valued, star from device.

Carol gets on her knees, slowly pushes herself forward, reaches out with one hand, low.

Flerken is upset when Carol reaches for it, but it doesn’t scratch her, as she takes the star.

Carol holds star in palm, hand on one knee, while looking at star, starts to tear up a little.

“Mar-Vell died protecting us, protecting me. I’m sorry your master is gone.”, Carol says.

”I don’t know why he saved me, but I’ll find a way to honor his memory.”, looks down at star.

Camera slowly brings Carol’s hand in focus, as the Flerken’s paw lands on top of hala star.

Crewman, Nick, and the rest there, are touched by what they witnessed, some smile.

Carol picks up the cat, holds her, comforts her. Nick gets the cat carrier, Carol sets her in.

Carol puts star in carrier, calms cat, has Mar-Vell’s scent still on it, something familiar.

Crewman has to collect alien artifacts, so tries to grab star, cat scratches his hand, meows.

Carol doesn’t think Crewman should, glares at him. Nick says, “It’s Ok. Let her have it!”

Nick smilingly hands cat carrier to her, says, “I think you two were meant for each other!”

Carol’s about to take cat carrier, but stops, says, “I should go see how the little girl is doing.”

Carol leaves. Nick visits hall where explosion was, moves some debris, spots something.

Carol goes to see little girl, who is now with her mother, father, drawing something, carefree.

Carol looks at the chart for her father's name, and approaches him as he is lying in bed.

Mother and Father are watching the News, badmouthing Carol, mention the plane crash too.

Carol still feels guilty the little girls father was injured from her planes exploding debris.

Mother notices Carol enter, frowns, tells little girl to leave room. Father wants them to stay!

Carol is about to apologise, “I’m Sor-”. “Stop!”, the father promptly halts her in mid word.

“Your apology is not needed!”, displeased, adds, “I never believed the media lies about you!”

“You take the blame for others misfortunes!”, father adds, “It’s only human to do that.”

“But, I don’t put any blame on you, so you shouldn’t carry my burden.”, father concludes.

Carol’s expression changes from a shameful one, to one of releaf, looks to the side.

“You should be proud of your daughter, Mr. Khan. She was so Brave!”, Carol comments.

Mr. Khan tearily says, “I was afraid I’d never see her again.”, pauses, adds, “Thank you.”

Mr. Khan turns, says, “Kamala, thank the nice lady!” She gets up, gives Carol her jacket back.

Runs off, brings back drawing she made, hands it to Carol. “For me?” Carol asks, kneeling.

Carol looks at the drawing, two rainbows, a sun shining, right in the middle of them both.

Carol responds with a heartfelt, "Thank you!" Continues to praise her on how good it is.

Nick appears, says, “I found something.” Carol hears him, about to stand, but fails to.

The little girl lunges at Carol, hugs her so tight, and says, “I Love You!”, doesn’t let go.

Father tells his daughter, “Kamala, let the nice lady go now.” repeats, ”Now, young Miss!”

Nick sets carrier down, Kamala turns, gleefully says, “Kitty!” lets go of bear hug, approaches the cat, is very close now. Cat slowly retreats to back of carrier, gets more upset, hissing louder.

Nick says, “They deserve some rest.” Picks up carrier, walks away, cat seems to calm down.

As Carol leaves, Kamala waves at her, and she waves back. Carol is feeling better now.

While walking to the entrance, Nick hands Carol cat carrier, “That sure is one smart kitty!”

Carol leans over cat carrier, in a Viceroy impression asks, “Wut, no like hugs?” Is smiling.

While looking at Chewie, cat responds with a disapproving, yet interesting sound, ‘MRF!’

While walking, Nick hands Carol the belt buckle, she says, “Ooh, didn’t know I lost it.”

Carol starts to wonder, asks Nick sheepishly, “Are we going to cover this incident up?”

Nick Fury responds, “Nope! We’re going to send a message to these Scrull’s they Failed!”

Carol asks, “But won’t that upset them, making them come out in droves, out of hiding?”

“Yes! And that’s what I need to happen! We don’t know How Many of them there are!”

Nick continues, “And they really want you by the looks of it! This is just the beginning!”

Carol’s not liking what Nick is saying, because she knows what he’s saying, might be true.

Nick concludes, “They badly want this Forbidden DNA Manipulation, and You got it!”

“There’s a bunch of misfits I know that can help you.”, Nick Fury says, with a wide grin.

“How about it?” Nick says, then sarcastically adds, “Crack some Heads! Kick some Ass!”

Nick Fury already knows she really wants to even the score with this threat, just waits.

“Allright!” After a few seconds, she concludes, “You seem to be the only one who knows what’s going on, in this mess!”, as her smirk disappears, to be replaced by a wince, then a smile.

Nick observes, “You have the same Hand to Hand combat ability, as well as the strength it would seem that Cap. has.”, then ponders a bit, “I wonder what we should call you?!”

Then a light bulb turns on for Nick, “Maybe you can take up Cap’s mantle, use his name!?”

“No. I couldn’t do that. It belonged to him!”, Carol says. Looks troubled by the suggestion.

“The people want, No.. Need Another Cap!”, Nick prattles on, trying to make his case.

Carol thinks about it, looks at the carrier with the Flerken, says, “Maybe Captain Mar-Vell?”

Nick Fury slyly says, “I get it! You want to rub it in their faces, that Mar-Vell gave You those abilities that they covet, by taking his name! Draw them in closer, who recognize his name?”

“No.”, Carol says, “He trusted in me, gave his life, for me, and this is my way of acknowledging that. It’s to Honor him, not to spite those that wanted his knowledge.”, looks uneasy.

Nick spots Carol staring at the cat’s carrier, sees she’s serious about the promise to the cat.

“I guess you’re not gonna change your mind then!”, Nick Fury says, with a small grin.

“Alright.”, Nick gives in, and asks, “What about your look? Stars and Stripes work for you?”

Carol could care less what she looks like, as most of her adult life is spent now in a flight suit.

Carol recalls seeing something with a Star and lines that someone gave her recently.

Carol picks through her pockets and finds it, says, “Wait! Like this!”, shows Nick the drawing that Kamala made for her, the shining star in the middle, with stripes on the sides.

ACT 3C

Carol can’t wait to leave the hospital, about to walk out the front doors, sees Rose there.

Looks like she was waiting for her, all this time. Rose’s phone rings, Same ID as before.

Rose answers, says, “Mom, I’m at the front!” Hangs up. Turns, stands as Carol nears her.

Nick walks away, on the phone, observes Carol and Rose from a reflection, as they talk.

Rose looks upset, says, “I came to set you straight!”, adds, ”I did collide into you, but-”

“-I was slammed into first!” sees Carol isn’t convinced, reaches for something in pocket.

Rose says, “Here!”, as she hands the winning medal to Carol, but Carol doesn’t take it.

Rose continues, “I was right above you! Saw your jets flame flicker in and out!”, she’s having a hard time admitting defeat to Carol, but she finally does, hesitates, then says, “You won!”

Rose extends her hand out, but Carol doesn’t shake it, still upset, folding her arms now.

Carol’s expression changes, puzzled, asks, “Does this mean you’re going to withdraw?!”

A horn honks, older man and older woman step out, Rose starts walking out the front door, turns to Carol, “Not A Chance!”, smiling as she says it. Runs out and hugs the older woman.

Carol laughs to herself, thinking, if she was in her shoes, she’d probably do the same thing.

Nick is beside Carol, says, “Not everyone is truly bad! Just have to look past the Facade!”

Carol says, “Wasn’t Rose in league with her Co-Pilot?!”, doesn’t let it go, still upset at her.

Nick replies, “Rose had no part in sabotaging your plane. No idea what was happening.”

Carol says, “But Rose was spying on me, told the Specialist I threw the vial at the wall.”

Nick replies, “Nope. Rose ran out of gas, didn’t get to Lockers ‘till later. Was the Co-Pilot!”

Nick narrates over flashback, after bar fight, Co-Pilot knifed Rose’s gas-line before she left.

Same scene replays in Lockers, this time we see much better view of reflection of Co-Pilot.

Nick narrates over flashback, when he entered interrogation room with Rose in there.

Nick continues, “I spotted Rose leaving Lockers that night, asked her why she was there!”

Rose looks upset, doesn’t really want to talk, finally replies, “I wanted to clear things up!”

Rose adds, “I was pushed into Carol! I wanted that AssHat to know crash wasn’t my fault!”

We see a shady exchange before the race, now shows Rose’s Co-Pilot was paying a racer.

Nick plays the supercross footage on his phone, shows another racer push Rose into her.

Carol looks at it, pauses, cringing, unfolds arms, apathetically says, “She’s still a knob licker!”

Carol regrettably adds, “I should’ve knocked Her Co-Pilot’s head off! Never liked her!”

Nick coyly comments, “Don’t worry. Sooner than later, she’ll get what’s coming to her!”

Carol comments, “Called me an AssHat?” adds, ”She can’t even spell ‘DeadAlien’ right!”

Nick laughs, explains, “No, she spelled ‘Daedalean’ right! People only see what they want.”

Rose’s call sign is a mix of newspaper like clipped letters, makes it seem cooler to cadets.

Nick explains that Rose’s call-sign is symbolic, comes from a Greek myth, her father built weak wings for them to fly away on, fleeing oppression, came here, seeking a better life.

Nick resumes, Rose’s family disowned her, pride, was desperate to earn back their love.

Rose finishes hugging older woman, but takes a long time to reach out and hug her old man.

Nick reveals, Rose’s parents are against her joining the AirForce, or rather, were against it.

Rose’s father was in the service, tried for astronaut, denied, discrimination, holds a grudge.

Before Nick can continue, their conversation is interrupted, screeching truck tires heard.

Out front, a truck rear ends a double parked car, door open, sending it flipping in the air.

Rose and her parents hit the deck, avoiding the flying broken glass and other debris.

Older gentleman is about to get crushed by the ‘tethering top’ car, about to fall on him!

Nick starts saying, “You ought to-”, turns, but Carol’s gone. Carrier tethers as cat meows.

Carol is already running, thinks she can reach him, before the car comes crashing down!

No easy way to him, so Carol vaults over, one hand on hood of a car, high up, to street side.

Rose looks up, in slow motion, as she catches a quick glimpse of Carol leaping over hood.

As Carol nears, older man trips, clothing caught, car comes crashing down on them both!

Going on pure instinct, Carol thrusts her hands against the falling car, pancakes them down.

Passerbys gasp, as Carol and the older gentleman are met with a crushing blow from above!

Rose stands, on sidewalk, leans on hood of the car, sees a hand indent, looking at accident.

Rose notices cars end isn’t touching ground, sees Carol bending a knee, deep in pavement.

Rose hears metal creek, sees Carol holding up one end, slowly pushing car up, amazed now.

After a safe amount, Carol pushes car way, falls back on empty street. Passerbys cheering.

The older gentleman says, “Oh, where are my glasses?!”, as he gets onto his feet.

The older gentleman looks like Stan Lee. As he walks past Carol, says, “Thanks Cap! Sure is nice to have you back!”, goes on his way, now able to see clearly where he’s walking, without glasses.

Carol watches him walk away, smiles. Turns, realizes some kids had their phones out, taping.

A few of kids are around her now, as passerbys swarm around back of kids, clapping now.

As the kids get done asking ten thousand questions, one question seems to repeat.

“Hey Lady, what do they call you?”, seems to resound in chorus with the kids louder now.

Rose helps her parents up, they are confused, look across street at commotion near Carol.

Carol looks at Nick, at cat in the carrier. Nick’s wearing a smile, which makes her smile.

“Tell everyone they have a new Captain, Captain Mar-Vell!”, Carol says resoundingly.

Next day, all of social media, and then the news, has the same clip playing on repeat.

Only problem is, the kids got the name slightly wrong, on the clips it says ‘Capt. Marvel’.

Blogs and News commentators are questioning the name Marvel, but most Love it!

Nick Fury says he likes it too, but Carol doesn’t know if she’s ok with this at 1st.

Everyone’s mispronouncing Mar-Vell’s name, but warms up to it when she watches TV, a little girl walks up to the News reporter, says, “Hi!” Says it as if it’s her birthday, repeats it, “Hi!”

Male reporter asks if she wants to say anything. Kamala grabs the reporters hand, lowers the microphone, energetically says, “I Love You Captain Marvel!” Carol seems overjoyed.

News story changes. Next story covered is about a murderer in the city. Still At Large!

Carol’s done packing, sees the supercross trophy she stashed, pauses, gets a little sad.

Nick sees Carol looking at the trophy, the news depicting gruesomeness, turns off the TV.

Nick takes a box, they head to the car, load it up, takes a look around, before getting in.

Camera cuts to some man, lights a smoke, takes a drag, says, “Doesn’t taste the same!”

Smoker gets a call. Answers it. An older woman asks, “Well, are you managing things?!”

“Things, are coming along well!”, Smoker responds, comes across a bit Short with her.

“I have a mission for the Co-Pilot. Where is he!?”, older woman asks, an unpleasant tone.

Smoker smugly replies, “Already transferred!” Hears a car door open, peers from corner.

“And the Medical Equipment?!” the older woman asks, in a harsher tone, seems displeased.

Smoker responds, “Co-Pilot is on it!” Takes a drag, blows smoke, cigarette is close to spent.

Older woman is a little curt, asks, “Can you actually get the Key or Not?!” Gets silent.

Eerie music is playing, camera finally reveals the Smokers face, looks like Tony Todd.

Smoker takes a drag, blows smoke out, says, “I’m Close!” Looks at Carol get in the car.

Smoker takes one last drag, steps on the butt, a van passes, vanishes out of frame.

Camera cuts back to Nick, grumpily says, “The Assistant is MIA! Vanished like a ghost!”

Carol shudders, “That man gives me the heebeegeebees! I knew he was bad all along.”

Nick continues, “Just got Mar-Vell’s autopsy. Volunteer had to be a Scrull at some point.”

“Report shows a rash on his neck. Got his DNA material when he bumped into Mar-Vell.”

Carol asks, “What about Rose’s co-pilot?” Nick replies, “Claiming amnesia, a week, or so!”

Nick continues, “We did some medical tests on her, only thing odd is her platelet count.”

Nick sees Carol looks tired, says, “Get some rest. It’s a long ride!” Carol leans, falls asleep.

Montage begins. Driving for a while, wide shots of road, in different regions. Montage ends.

Carol’s dreaming. We see painting Jose found. It’s very sunny. A woman sits in a rowboat.

Fishing line already cast into the lake. A Sunflower in a jar is next to her, it’s pretty vibrant.

Carol looks closer, as she does, hears her say, “I’m so proud of you!” Carol’s overjoyed.

Horn honks, she wakes. Nick asks, “Pleasant dreams?” Carol replies, “Yeah!” Is pleased.

Carol straightens up, asks, “How long was I out?” Nick replies, “Just a few ...” Is Smiling.

Carol checks her phone, sees date, turns to Nick, says, “Days?!” Nick replies, “Progress!!”

Carol reads new emails, sees the Air Force cleared her of any wrongdoing, can fly again!

Air Force bestowed her the Colonel title, has newfound backers, because recent events?

Nick whimsically says, “If you ever feel like flying again, you could still go back.”

Dr. Sofen’s office. Nick narrates, “Dr. Sofen will get fired!“, adds, “She wouldn’t give you trouble.” Dr. Sofen watches as her stuff is boxed, while she stews near the door.

Carol swipes through her pictures, stops and stares at a particular one. Nick looks over.

Carol knows that’s not possible anymore, comments, “There’s nothing left there for me.”

Nick looks one more time, and her phone has a picture of Jose and her on a podium.

Nick gets it, coyly corrects her, “Don’t you mean, there’s- No One -left there for you?”

Carol takes out an envelope, supercross winnings. Wants it to be used as child alimony.

Carol somberly says, “For his son. Just a token.”, adds, “I can never truly repay him!”

Hands it over to Nick. Doesn't want Jose's Ex to know it’s from her. Nick takes it.

Nick pulls into a driveway, says, “We’re Here!” Steps out, looks up. Epic music starts.

Carol wonders what’s up, steps out, looks up, sees a big ‘A’ on a building. False End!

True ending

Regret

Title text reads, ‘2 1/2 Months Later’. Father and his daughter are on a hiking trail. A sign is obstructed by a paper bag, as they walk by it. The wind picks up, blows away the paper bag off the sign, has a picture of a bear on it. While hiking, father and daughter are both frozen in fear, as a black bear rushes towards them. The bear towers over them on its hind legs, letting out a loud roar, a scar on the side of its nose. They are lying on the ground now, waiting for the bear to attack, but someone appears out of nowhere, bracing the bears paws. We 1st see shots of the outfit: glove, boot, belt. Then we see a better shot of Captain Marvel. As Carol tugs the bears arms towards her, she headbut's the bear, one of its paws catching Carols belt, snapping it, as the bear falls back. The bear gets back up, sits there, looking at them. Carol quickly inspects their packs and discovers a stash of candy. Grabs it and flings it past the bear. The bear slowly looks away from them, and seems to lose interest, chases after the bag of candy. Carol wants to scold the teenage girl, as she made the same error Carol made when she was a teen too.

Carol picks her up by the arms, admonishing her. Harshly explains the situation of the dwindling forest, rivers drying up, animals going extinct, roaming outside of their area, looking for any means to sustain themselves. Concludes while yelling, “You almost got your father Killed!” The teenage girl drops her gaming system from shock. After a few, the gaming systems audio says, “You Loose! Try Again?” After hearing the audio, Carol tearily says, “You don’t always get a Second Chance!”, not really saying it directly to the teen. Father puts his hand on Carol's shoulder, and she looks his way, and the father has an expression of remorse. Carol lets go of the teen girl. Father and daughter start to leave, forgetting about the gaming system on the ground. Carol picks it up, and RiWi is carved on the back of the gaming system. Carol takes it back to them, guides them to the hiking trail. A ranger shows up.

Anger

Carol notices her belt is missing, goes back to get it. Music plays slower, like (video). After a minute finds it, looks at her dad's round belt buckle, and falls to her knees, sobbing, pounds the ground, shaking the earth, disturbing the vegetation around her, scaring off birds and woodland creatures. Carol has a flashback, on hiking trail, dark clouds are rolling in, as a black bear appears between her and her dad, more interested in teen Carol, smells something from her way. Her dad looks around, has nothing to fight with. Bear is nearing teen Carol. Takes his belt off, uses belt as whip w/ buckle at end, cracks it a few times, hits the bear twice. On the third try, wind picks up, the bear catches the belt buckle, rips it off, goes flying, bears attention is back to teen Carol. He says to teen Carol, “Don’t let fear defeat you!” Teen Carol has a bag of candy in her backpack, a rifle to her side. He tells her to use the rifle. Teen Carol grabs it, but she fails to shoot the rifle at the black bear when she had the chance. Before the bear kills her, her dad jumps in the way, fatal blow, but succeeds in shielding her. Her dad pulls the trigger on the rifle, hitting the bear in the nose, and it runs away! Teenage Carol is holding her dying dad in her arms while crying. He says, “Don’t be afraid.” Teen Carol responds, “No! Don’t leave me!” As music vocal’s say ‘Take My Hand’, her dad holds up one hand, deflates his last words, “Be strong!” but hand drops before teen Carol is able to grab it. Rain intensifies. Teen Carol is balling, keeps repeating, “Daddy! Daddy!” Music ends.

Carol is filled with anger now by that memory. While rising from her knees, places both hands in front of her, ready to push up, one hand is on top of a rock. As she gets up, she doesn’t let go of the rock, in her hand still. Searches for the bear with the scar, finds it, slowly on approach to it, says to herself in an angry and yet whimpering tone, “No More!”, but stops in her tracks when she sees baby cubs next to the momma bear, who are eating from the candy stash. A baby cub reaches up to her momma bear, outstretched arms, just like Jose’s son did that one time. Carol's frustration grows, yelps, crushes the rock in her hand, and takes off in flight, straight up into the stratosphere. Montage begins, music like (video). All the while Carol recalls all the people she failed to help in the past, her dad, Mar-Vell. Last but not least, Jose, whom she adored and misses so very much. All the pent up anger bubbles to the top, and she releases all the energy that she’s been holding on to all this time, releasing an explosion of light. A small town's citizens see the bright light, and a few seconds later, their electronics stop working. Montage ends.

Carol is free falling, unconscious, recalls begging Wanda to purge her of the most traumatizing memory, and Wanda finally agrees. As Wanda enters Carol's memories of her dad's death, she gets an unsettling feeling, as Wanda turns, so does the Camera transforming the background to a battlefield. Wanda sees Carol go critical, unleashing an atomic blast. The forces are scorched from the battlefield, leaving behind molten hot structures, and a cindered ground in a crater. Wanda isn’t really there, she’s the only one left standing, looks at the devastation, and sees the remnants of the blast span a few miles, some areas are still aflame, like image. Wanda approaches Carol, and she is slouched over, on her knees, pounding the ground with her fists. The scorched debris, some yards away, crumbles with each hit, ‘till she stops pounding the ground. Wanda approaches Carol from behind. Carol slowly raises her head, on her knees still. Wanda raises her hand, reaching to Carol, fails to see the still shimmering heat coming from Carol. The burn snaps Wanda out of the vision, but Carol hasn’t returned yet. Wanda sees that Carol is reliving the vision now, and heat is coming off of her body as well. Wanda is worried, calls to her a few times, “Carol! Carol!” No effect. Wanda yells, “Wake Up!” Carol is jarred out of the vision. She is free falling still, uneasily looks around, she’s not on a battlefield. Carol seems relieved her outburst didn't hurt anyone this time. Some of her suit is in tatters. She closes her eyes for a moment, visualizes, like image, and the suit re-materializes. Carol opens her eyes, in the distance now, notices a space shuttle start to plummet to Earth.

Powerless

As Carol gives chase, catches up to the shuttle, checking to see if it's unmanned. At first glance, it seems it's not, which might make things easier, she could just guide the shuttle to the ocean. Carol grabs hold of one of the sides of the falling shuttle, stopping it from spinning uncontrollably, then notices a quick reflection of light from one of the windows on the shuttle. She takes a closer look and discovers 2 astronauts inside. Plan A is out the window. Time for Plan B.

Music starts, like video. Carol grabs hold as best she can of the shuttle and is trying to slow its descent. And each time she attempts this, a piece of the shuttle gets torn away. As they start getting closer to hitting the earth, Carol tries getting herself in front of the shuttle, bracing it with her body. Each time she tries to slow falling shuttle down, eyes glow, but the glow in her eyes fade each time. She isn’t having enough of an effect. Her energy reserves were depleted when she went nova. For a moment, she realizes, she might not be powerful enough to stop the shuttle. She can't save them. As the shuttle is seconds away from hitting the ground, Carol goes to the rear of the shuttle and yanks the rear off, which creates a vacuum, jettisons them. Carol grabs one, then extends her other hand to the other falling astronaut, kinda difficult while holding 1st astronaut. Carol extends her hand to the 2nd falling astronaut, but the wind current is flailing astronaut around, flailing the astronauts glass pendant. Carol is about the reach the 2nd falling astronauts hand, and her glass pendant comes loose, free falling next to them. As the music lyrics ‘Take My Hand’ plays near the end, camera cuts to the ground. Falling shuttle splashes in the shallow waters. Camera’s focus stays on the rocks, from the nearby shore. Just a few seconds later, the glass pendant shatters into a million tiny pieces. Camera focus still on rocks. A few seconds after that, a dust cloud envelops the rocks, blocking out most of the light. Too gruesome to show audiences the 2nd astronauts body hit the rocks offscreen? All of a sudden, camera cuts to the 2nd astronauts feet, planted firmly on the ground. Carol managed to grab the 2nd astronauts hand, just in time. Music ends.

Carol checks on them, sees one of the astronauts looks like Brandon Routh! He shakes Carol's hand in thanks. Says to Carol, “Shouldn’t I be saving you?!” Carol smiles, pauses, says, “Not this time!” He smiles back, walks away, says, “You still play? Need a band?” Carol happily responds, “Nah, I’m in a band.”, sighs, then says, “None can play!”, smiles again, then adds, “But they’re great Backups!”

Forgiveness / Acceptance

The other astronaut hasn’t taken off her helmet yet, walked away, back facing Carol. The other astronaut finally takes the helmet off, can’t see the face, but can tell now it’s a woman. Short haired woman throws her helmet to the ground, pauses for a second, then kicks dirt mound at it. 1st astronaut walks up to 2nd astronaut, waits for her. 2nd astronaut pulls out a 20 dollar bill, holds it up. 1st astronaut takes cash, walks away. Carol says, “You should know better than to bet against me!” 2nd astronaut responds, “I didn’t! I bet how long it would take you!” Camera pans to reveal 2nd astronauts face. We see it’s Rose! After a few seconds, Rose adds, ”You got Slow! My mom can even beat you now!” Carol’s smirking, walks up to Rose and extends her hand out, is ready to shake, is waiting.

Rose starts extending her hand out, but it’s only part of the way, stops mid extension. Rose is looking at Carol’s extended hand, she can’t help the irony of the situation, since not that long ago, they were trading blows, looking for blood. Rose is happy and sad that someone who was her greatest rival is, forgiving, acknowledging, and accepting her. Carol says, “If you’re going to fly so high up, get better wings next time, Daedalean!” Rose realizes that Carol knows the meaning of her call-sign, eyes glaze up, doesn’t release tears. Rose extends her hand out, in a quippy way says, “I knew all along you would grab my hand!” and shakes Carol’s hand, burying the hatchet.

As Carol turns, about to rocket away, Rose observingly says, “Hey AssHat,” pauses, “you cut your hair!” Rose’s hair is short, avoids dealing with it being pulled on in fights! Rose asks, ”Does this mean you’re afraid of losing to me again?”, smirking, implying she can still beat her in a fight. Carol turns to Rose, says, “Not A Chance!”, smiling as she says it, turns, rockets straight up into the air. Music plays, like (video). As Rose is looking up, teary eyed, camera shows us a still of Rose’s pendant, was shattered moments ago, a closer look reveals an extra charm, looks like Carol’s emblem. Camera cuts back to Rose, a smile forms, like we’ve never seen before from her.

Love & Admiration

Camera cuts to a small girl, cant see who it is, flipping through a scrapbook, filled with clippings of Captain Marvel, showing us all the people she saved in different countries, and things she has done when she joined the Avengers. Camera cuts back to Carol in flight, notices a fighter jet beside her. She takes another look at the pilot of the fighter jet, and he salutes Carol. Carol sees her dad take the place of the pilot, saluting, just like he did in her youth. Carol looks at the co-pilot and sees Jose, saluting too! Carol is holding back her tears, tries to clear lump in her throat. The other fighter jets appear, all saluting now, trying to say ‘Thank You’ for her service. Carol smiles, salutes back, to thank them for their service as well. Carol sees another fighter jet pull up closer, her Admirer, and the Nose Art has her likeness on it, reads ‘Higher, Further, Faster’. Carol’s smile grows bigger. The female co-pilot says over the comm, “I feel sorry for any alien dumbass that goes up against our Ace!”

As Carol is saluting back, the co-pilot takes a picture, as the mute sky changes to a brightly lit sunset, capturing the moment. It's posted on social media, with the caption, ‘Higher, Further, Faster, & more!’ Camera cuts to the young girl again, scrapbook still open, hears her smartphone ding, closes the scrapbook, and checks her feed. We see Kamala’s face light up! She sees the picture of Carol, hearts it. As the music plays, during the lyrics ‘Loved by the Sun’, the number of hearts increases, again, and again, exponentially rocket up during the lyrics ‘Looooooooooooved!’ Music ends.

Hope & Despair

Music plays, like (audio). Carol rockets straight upward, sonic boom accompanies the parting of air in her wake, to the edge of Earth's atmosphere, stops to look at her stopwatch, just over 2 minutes, beating her last record. Takes a moment to rest while looking into space. This is Carol’s fortress of solitude, where no one else could reach her. As Earth starts eclipsing the sun behind Carol, she slowly closes her eyes, and remembers the dream she’s been having the past few weeks. As her eyes finish closing, the sun is eclipsed. Now a cool light from the moon shines on Carol. Camera cuts to Nick Fury, entering a dark and damp room. Nick hears a voice in the dark ask, “Did you find anything?” Nick is hesitant to give his report, as it is bad news, more disturbing than even he presumed. “Yes, I fear the Space Shuttle was sabotaged!” As Nick is giving his report, Camera switches back to Carol. Music plays, like (video).

Carol is transported into the vision, walking down a war torn street. At first, we assume it is a suburb, in a small town. She is shocked to see clues in the rubble contradicting that. She is in fact on a street of a larger urban city, turned to ash. As she explores more of the city, no one can be found. Carol sees a bright light as she turns a corner, and a number of people are gathered in an open field, all kneeling in a certain direction. Carol approaches them, walking down an aisle, with many people there, not able to see or hear her, afraid to let their kids make a sound. Carol sees the despair on their faces. As she looks to the other side, a small girl seems to be able to see her, dirt and grime on her face. The small girls stare turns to a crying expression, being careful not to make a sound, as tears start running down her cheek, like tap water drips. Carol can’t hold it in any longer, and we see her own expression change to despair. Camera changes back to Nick. Music playing, but no vocals.

Another voice from the Council says, “She’s Unstable! Just went supernova moments ago! Not only that, but our analysts predict her powers will get more Volatile with time.” Comments, ”You really want us to hedge our hopes on her?!” Nick is silent, pauses, replies, “Sure, she can be, Unstable, at times. Maybe even grow Volatile enough to blow up a whole planet someday, but I also know she’s our only hope, and I’m willing to, Hedge, our lives on her!” An older woman's voice can be heard responding to Nick, simply with a sound, “Pfft!” Nick trying to reassure, says, “Unknowingly, Carol’s EMP disabled the self destruct that was counting down still on the Space Shuttle!” adds, “Even managed to slow down the shuttles reentry enough before impact.” In a low tone comments, “Now we can examine their handiwork!” 1st High Council member asks, “Countdown to What?” 2nd Council member, an older woman, slowly bends the pencil in her hand, creaks, but not enough to break. Nick seems defeated, in a low tone concludes, “It might already be too late!”

Camera changes back to Carol, still dreaming. Music vocals resume. Carol turns, crying girl is no longer there. As Carol tries to find her, walking down a decimated city scape, walks past a semi crumbling subway, through tenement halls. Stops to look at scribbles on wall, can barely make out a child’s drawing, a sun in the middle, with two rainbows on the sides. A child's Hope!

Purpose

As Carol finishes recalling the dream, tear drops can be seen floating in front of her face. Music ends. Carol opens her eyes, turns slowly, sees Earth, admiring the view, a reminder of what she’s protecting. Her ears pop slightly, which is the 1st time that’s happened, as she makes a vow to Earth, and herself. “I swear, to the best of my ability, to cherish this world, and all its inhabitants, as long as I live!” As she thinks that, her ears pop louder now. “Very Admirable!”, a voice says in her head, in a swimmer's ear frequency, as if there was a mental comm link. Carol turns, a sense of despair washes over her, as a space armada sits between her and Earth.

Camera cuts to Jose’s Ex, with her son playing beside her. No longer in white picket fence house, but a cheaper-upper apartment, 2nd floor. Boxes all over, hasn’t had time to unpack. She notices a letter in Jose’s things the Air Force gave her, opens it, is reading the letter. We see the words in the letter, and we hear Jose narrating, “Janelle, I’m sorry! I know I haven't been consistent with child alimony. Here is something to tie you both over.” Janelle takes the check out of the envelope. Same supercross check that had Carol’s name, now has his son’s name on it, Alonzo. Looks like Nick had it changed. She continues reading, ”I want to be there for our son. I’m sorry things didn’t work out between us. If I don’t make it, just know, I really did love you.” The handwriting on the next line looks neater, reads, “Tell our son I love him.” TV is on, when currently playing show suddenly changes to an emergency broadcast system, warning citizens to take cover. Showing live phone footage that people are recording, as Monuments, Buildings of importance, etc... exploding one after the other. Janelle picks up her son, hugs him, fearing what will happen next.

Camera cuts to Nick. Warning siren blares, Nick turns, brows turn into a scowl, dreading this moment. Camera cuts to different `forces; army, navy, air force, etc…, as the same warning siren blares, all on edge, frantic to get to their posts. Camera cuts to a few Avengers, lastly showing Tony, says, “Avengers Assemble!”

Camera cuts back to space, Carol turns her head to the still eclipsed Earth. Her eyes light up slightly, sees Earth in a grayish infrared tone, with a few areas now getting brighter. Carol hears someone speaking, turns back, through mental link. “Marvelous as you might be, your efforts are all but futile! Your world shall succumb to me! Your kind will fall to its knees, as I slowly extinguish their will to live, strip away all their hope, as I have done to, Countless - worlds - Before!” Carol realizes whos voice that was, eerily says, “Thanos!” Carol’s emotional state is at its peak, ready to punch the moon, responds, “As long as I’m here, you’re not getting what you want! You’ve made a big mistake picking a fight with us!” Camera shows Thanos sitting on his throne, flips a switch, cutting off the mental radio link with Carol. Thanos slowly glances at the closest general, signaling the massive armada behind him to commence the attack. Epic music starts, like (video). Thanos’s grin grows wider and wider, as he slowly stands from his throne. We see a closer look at a number of alien soldiers, camera switches to match the music, all readying for battle!

Camera cuts to Janelle, staring out the window, sees people running, holding her son, crying, kissing sons head slowly, when TV personality tries to comfort viewers, a bit anxious, switches to a reporter, on the street, and the back of the reporter is the same Fan from the Supercross, holding a sign. Reporter looks behind, sees Fan holding a poster Carol signed, and it no longer reads, ‘Carol Was Here!’, instead has now, ‘Carol Is Here!’ Reporter turns, facing cameraman, reminding us, if we have Captain Marvel, we have a chance. Janelle looks up at the sky, with a scowl on her face, calmly says, “Give ‘em hell!”

Camera cuts back to space. Carol is brimming with excitement, her hair looks aflame! As the sun reappears in the back, Carol lifts a hand to tighten the grip on her glove, her eyes, as well as the hala star from Mar-Vell’s medallion, now on her upper chest, is glowing, same way it did for holo images. As glowing hala star gets brighter, Carol’s grin grows wider! Black Screen! The End!

Before Credits:

Shown: Captain Marvel letters slam down, like video. Why: Captain Marvel is a badass! Even her Title is built tough!

Credits:

Song: Overpowered (Orchestral, Intense) Composer: Vivien Chebbah, ex: https://youtu.be/VBlaWzMiZYw

Song: J.O.B. featuring Anjulie - Warrior (MadV 12th Planet Remix). Why: Viewers imagine the battle while the credits keep rolling.

Song: Wind Beneath My Wings (Orchestral, Uplifting) Singer: Idina Menzel, ex: https://youtu.be/pzWGDAnuOEo Shown: Carol swipes screen, see images of fun times with Jose and cadets. Last pic is Jose hugging Carol, never saw pic Admirer took of them, on jumbotron. See it now, and it’s has Carol grinning. “They Won!” might have a double meaning. Why: Jose was there with her through good times, and bad times.

Post Credit:

Title text reads, ‘2 Weeks Ago’. Daria is about to take a shower, when she hears someone trying to break in at the front. As Daria cautiously approaches the front door, armed with a plunger, the intruder seems to have given up. As Daria lowers her guard, the intruder slams the door wide open. Cuts to neighbors, Laverne and Shirley, hear the bang, turn heads to the ceiling. Cuts back to Daria, startled, holds up the plunger, ready to defend herself, when Carol appears, flustered. Cuts to Laverne and Shirley, aren’t surprised, turn heads back. Cuts back to Carol, says, “Door was Really jammed!!!”, apologetically adds, ”Sowwy.”, with an innocent smile. While raiding her fridge, Carol complains about her rough day, everyone seems to be distancing themselves from her. Carol takes the expired kale and throws it in the bin. It stinks, so Carol opens up a window in the kitchen. Carol asks, “Where’s Chewie?” Daria says, “It’s rabbid. Ran away!” Carol corrects her, “Darn it Daria, Chewie isn’t an It, or a He, but a She!” Wonders out loud, ”Why don’t animals like you!?” Carol really needs Chewie, petting her makes her feel alot better. Daria doesn’t bother arguing, and goes to close the door. The deadbolts matching piece, from the wall, has ten thousand pieces of tape on it. Daria reaches for the roll of tape, takes yet another piece off, when she discovers there’s no more tape left. Out of frustration, drops the empty roll of tape and leaves the wall piece the way it is, admits defeat, goes and sits on the sofa. Carol kozy’s up to Daria on the sofa, mouth half full, says, “You still have my back, Right?!” Daria pauses, pulls Carol to her for a hug, says, “Yes. I have your Back!” After a few seconds, Carol notices Daria actually grabbed her ass, and gives Daria a look. Daria innocently responds, “Oh, you didn’t mean it like that?” Daria has a whimsical smile, and Carol starts laughing, turns into sounding like crying. Carol is tired, slouched hug turns to resting her head on Daria’s lap, ready to fall asleep. Daria comforts Carol, caresses her head to let Carol know things will be alright.

Daria’s cell rings, picks it up, tells them to hang on, mutes it. Daria sets Carol to sleep, covers her. Daria enters the bathroom, steps into the shower stall, closing the glass door behind. A flash of lightning shows a silhouette of a cat in the living room window, camera showing an over the cat shoulder shot, menacingly watching Carol sleep. Daria unmutes the call, says, “It’s Ok now.” An older woman with a southern accent is on the other end, worryingly asks, “Darlin’, is everythin’ alright?” Daria replies, “Yeah! A friend stopped by unannounced. She’s not getting along well with her colleagues.” Older woman says, “Poor dear! No one to turn to. How’s she doin’?” Daria responds, ”Hanging by a thread. But, sound asleep right now.” Older woman says, “You’ll wake her if you talk too loud!” Daria responds, “Don’t worry, I’m in the bathroom stall.” The older woman says, “Hello Senator. Be with you in a moment!“, pauses, says, ”I’m needed here! Well, take care of her. She’s just so precious.” and hangs up. Daria steps out of the stall and goes to the medicine cabinet. Daria loads up an insulin vial, difficult with one hand in a sling, and closes the cabinet door. The cat is no longer outside, looking in, at Carol sleep. Daria opens the bathroom door, takes sling off, drops it on the bathroom floor, is on approach to Carol, insulin shot in hand. She is met by the Flerken, startling her! The cat is growling at Daria, is very persistent, gets louder! Daria is afraid Carol will wake up, and with an odd growl, scares the cat away! As Daria finishes her growl, music intensifies, camera shows us her eyes, and they are glowing!

Scene changes to another person growling, eyes already glowing, as Nick Fury shoots them between the eyes, the forehead. Another person is with Nick, can’t make out who yet, as they raid the place, looking for something, and find it. Nick is examining a detonator, found on closest table. Other person brings back a photo, showing it to Nick. He looks distraught for a minute, turns to the other person, says, “You’ll definitely need to do this covertly. If you’re caught, I won’t be able to help.” Worriedly adds, “You’ll need a good team!” Asks, “Got anyone in mind?” Camera pans, and we see it’s Daria (Jessica Drew). Pans a little more, and we see Natasha Romanoff. Natasha responds, “Yes! I have just the right team in mind.” Camera shows us the picture Nick Fury is holding, and it’s a picture of a mansion.

Scene changes to a mansion, just like in the picture. A gathering, soft orchestral music playing, politicians commemorating something. We hear the same voice that was on the other end of the line with the other Daria. An older man, looks like Gene Hackman, approaches an older woman from behind, asks her, “How’s the Great Wall fairin’?” handing her a slice of cake, inside layers have a checkered brick pattern, like image. The older woman, turns, looks like Jessica Lange, takes the slice, says, “Ah.. Dear Senator, you would be amazed by the progress we’ve made!” The older woman has a big grin, showing her delight. The older man is a little upset by her demeanor, with a smug tone says, “Well, keep layin’ them bricks!” Older woman responds, “We sure will, one brick at a time!” Maria Hill is blending in with the crowd, observes the Senators conversing, one of their names was mentioned in the wiretapped conversation. Older man walks away, under his breath says, “Old Hag!” The older woman holds up the slice of cake, notices the pattern, smile turns to a frown, lowers the slice of cake, looks at the older man as he walks away, in a sharp tone says, “Just another Brick, in the Wall!”, as she cuts into the piece of cake with a fork.

Scene changes to a classroom. The wall has an identical checkered brick pattern as the slice of cake. Music quietly plays, like (video). Kamala returns to school, a few weeks later, after her incident in the hospital. She caught a bug and was bedridden. Teacher welcomes her back, and almost all her classmates are happy to see her, but for one or two. A lot of kids swarm around Kamala asking her stuff about Captain Marvel, saw the news, how she bit her attacker, want to see her scrapbook. Kamala is happy with the attention, but Hank isn't. Hank doesn’t get up, sits in his seat, also knows a lot about comics, isn't happy, since Kamala knows a little more about comics than he does. Teacher asks rest to join them, but Hank refuses. Teacher asks, “Did you pee your pants?!” Children start laughing at the Teachers remark. Hank is upset, about to cry, puts his head down.

End of class, Kamala sees that her scrapbook is missing from her desk. All her classmates have left, She looks around, can’t find it anywhere there. Teacher notices her looking for something, asks if she lost anything? Kamala says her scrapbook is missing. Teacher says Hank was looking at something like it, then threw it in the bin. Problem is, the janitor just finished making his rounds, collecting receptacles. Teacher says that it doesn't get thrown out till later, she can still get it back from the janitor's room, still here. Without a second thought, Kamala sets out to retrieve her scrapbook.

Kamala finds the janitor's room, and luckily the door is slightly open. As she enters, looks around and sees her scrapbook in one of the bins, and hurries to get it, and fails to realize that the door closes behind her, auto locking her in. As she tries to open the door, she realizes the set of master keys hangs high up, the only way to open the door. Kamala finds the tallest crate and steps on it, reaching with one hand, and her face and other hand pressed against the checkered brick pattern wall, but just out of reach. As the camera zooms out, keeping most of her head in frame, camera gradually tilts up and out, revealing Kamala's stretched out arm finally reach the keys, as the background music intensifies. After Kamala bit the Specialist, whatever he had, she seems to have it now, too. We see a silhouette of a figure, through the window, observing. Then the camera turns to show us her Teacher, smiling, as he dials a number on his cell. Rings, an old woman answers. Teacher says, “You were right!”

Camera cuts to the previous older woman at the celebration gathering, hangs up the phone. Older woman spots Maria Hill observing older man, the Senator starts leaving. Maria follows him. Older woman looks at a waiter, says, “Server!” (a play on a slave to be), grabs a glass of bubbly, as Maria Hill follows after the older man, a Senator, same man in the still image on the display, while Maria and Nick were on the stakeout, near the start. Older woman looks to see Maria go after the Senator, is very content, grin grows wider, as the older woman takes a slice of cake. Camera pans with the slice of cake on her fork, as she brings it closer to her mouth, camera follows the piece of cake with a brick in focus, while music vocals play, saying, “Just another Brick, in the -”, goes dark as her mouth closes, as music vocals finish, saying, “- Wall!” The End!

Casting Wishes:

Role: Teenage Carol (12+ years old) Actor: Unsure, but looks like Hana Hayes. Why: 1st impression is: Apathetic, but can turn around and be: Empathetic.

Role: Mar-Vell (Einstein like Kree Scientist, disguised as a Xandarian) Actor: Unsure, but older looking. Why: 1st impression is: Unapologetic, but can turn around and be: Caring.

Role: Specialist (Yon-Rogg, Scrull Scientist. Disguised as Kree, now as Human) Actor: Unsure, prescription glasses make him look nerdish, like Michiel Huisman. Why: 1st impression is: Charmer-ish, but can turn: Mean.

Role: Dr. Karla Sofen (psychologist) Actor: Unsure, but can look learned and mean when needed. maybe: Evan Rachel Wood, Malin Åkerman, Why: 1st impression is: Aggressive, but can turn: Scary.

Role: Rose or Rosa (Carol’s contagonist & Rival Pilot) Actor: Unsure, but looks somewhat aggressive. (like Natacha Karam if older) maybe: Sofia Pernas, Why: 1st impression is: Petty, but can turn around and be: Decent.

Role: Jose Gutierrez (Carol’s friend & Co-Pilot) Actor: Unsure, Latin American, looks like Gonzalo Garcia Vivanco, Josh Henderson. maybe: Miguel Angel Munoz, Why: 1st impression is: Sly, but can turn around and be: Sensitive.

Role: Janelle Gutierrez (Jose’s Ex Wife) Actor: Unsure, Latin American, former pop star. maybe: Selena Gomez, Diane Guerrero, Why: 1st impression is: Heart broken, but can turn around and be: Forgiving.

Role: Daria (Carol’s Roommate, Jessica Drew - Deep Cover SHIELD Agent) Actor: Unsure, American accent (British w/ Nick), looks like Jenna Dewan Tatum. maybe: Katie McGrath, Meghan Ory, Phoebe Tonkin, Analeigh Tipton, Nina Dobrev, Alexandra Daddario (1 2), Callie Hernandez, Why: 1st impression is: Nosy, but can turn around and be: Comforting.

Role: Agent James ‘Jimmy’ Woo (High Tech SHIELD Agent) Actor: Unsure, but Half Asian, somewhat impressive hand to hand combatant. maybe: David Lim, Why: 1st impression is: Antsy, but can turn around and be: Reliable.

Role: Joseph Danvers (Carol’s father, was in the service) Actor: Unsure, but looks like a military man. maybe: Rob Stewart, Why: 1st impression is: Stern, but can turn around and be: Soft.

Role: Kamala Khan (the little girl, 1st grade?) Actor: Unsure, but cute when smiling, and heart wrenching when crying. Why: 1st impression is: Sad, but can turn around and be: Adorable.

Role: Assistant (A Scrull. Disguised as a Human. Knows Molecular Science) Actor: Unsure, looks like shaved Michiel Huisman. Why: 1st impression is: Temperamental, but can turn: Methodical.

Role: Vale (Rose’s Co-Pilot. Ripan, a military Scrull in disguise) Actor: Unsure, but looks and acts like a gang banger. maybe: Sofia Boutella, Why: 1st impression is: Dismissive, but can be: Intimidating.

Role: Helen Cobb (runs Helen’s Bar and Grill, like Coyote Ugly?) Actor: Unsure, but has an imposing look. maybe: Jane Lynch, Why: 1st impression is: Jaded, but can turn: Aggressive.

Role: Grace Cobb (works at Helen’s bar, her Nana is Helen) Actor: Unsure, looks like a country girl. maybe: Chloe Grace Moretz, Why: 1st impression is: Pleasant, but can turn: Mean.

Role: Maria Rambeau (Mother to Monica, daughter injured by exploded plane) Actor: Unsure, but looks like an older black woman. maybe: Kenya Moore, Why: 1st impression is: Upset, but can turn around and be: Forgiving.

Role: Monica Rambeau (new recruit, injured by exploding plane debris) Actor: Unsure, but her service days are cut short, due to injury. maybe: Shanica Knowles, Why: 1st impression is: Anxious, but can turn around and be: Lively.

Role: Sergeant (US Air Force) Actor: Unsure, but looks tough enough. Why: 1st impression is: Strict, but can turn around and be: Lenient.

Role: Mack (Carol’s Admirer, Fighter pilot, Comic relief, Sounding board at times) Actor: Unsure, but very confident at times, not bashful, makes his thoughts public. maybe: Dule Hill, Jay Ellis, Why: 1st impression is: Pretentious; at times, but can be: Self Assured; at times.

Role: Poncho (Co-Pilot to Carol’s Admirer, Comic relief, instigates Sounding board) Actor: Unsure, but a smartalec attitude towards things, a guise for dealing with events. maybe: Ashly Burch, Aubrey Plaza, Why: 1st impression is: Condescending, but can turn around and be: Amicable.

Role: Dr. Minn-Erva (Kree Scientist. Mother hid who Father was, a forbidden love!) Mar-Vell married another, arranged, cast laws, tore them apart! Actor: Unsure, but looks like Elizabeth Gillies. maybe: Amanda Seyfried, Why: 1st impression is: Ambitious, but can turn: Unfulfilled.

Composers:

Action / Suspense: John Powell Inspirational: David Buckley

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