"Guardian?"
Above the mountains, James stood with his hands behind his back on a red triangular formation disk conjured by the Flesh Mystic Arts.
He savored the alien from the so-called Kree Empire calling him that, finding the label somewhat debatable.
"I don't consider myself the sort of person you mean, but I can tell you know quite a bit about this place. Looks like you're no fool who just wandered in from outside the planet to steal something."
Mar-Vell, clad in a black-and-red combat suit, shimmered with golden light. The Psyche-Magnitron bracers on her wrists were one of the Kree Empire's greatest technological achievements in personal weaponry, on a par with the Universal Weapon wielded by Supreme Accuser Ronan.
The bracers could amplify Mar-Vell's mental powers to an incalculable degree. They could absorb solar energy, dark energy, and various other forms of cosmic energy, then convert them into other extraordinary abilities, such as superhuman physical strength, flight, photon blasts, and the ability to move freely through space.
They were also the fundamental reason she had the confidence to try to steal the Tesseract all by herself.
"Mr. James Howlett, while the humans of Earth are still trying to break free of their planet's limits and have only just turned their gaze toward the tiny Solar System, the Kree Empire is already an interstellar civilization spanning several superclusters."
Mar-Vell gazed at the man across from her, a figure shrouded in mystery and legend. She was as calm and composed as a diplomat visiting a foreign land, with none of the awkwardness of a thief caught in the act.
She lifted the metal case in her hand and glanced at it, her voice ringing with conviction.
"I have no intention of harming Earth or any life here. I'm simply carrying out