"Beep beep beep."
A pager-like little device flashed continuously. A small white hand picked it up, brushed the red-and-blue screen, then pressed the power button. Its owner then spoke in a carefree voice:
"The Avengers called a meeting? I'm not going. What about you?"
"I'm not going either, hehe."
The woman beside her laughed. She had a beeping pager too, but instead of using her finger to turn it off, she used the corner of her hammer, as though that made shutting it down more decisive:
"Thor is in the Avengers. What would a half-baked Thor like me even do there? Besides, whenever I run into him, he always looks at me with this especially longing gaze. It's really awkward."
"Thor? Staring at you?" Carol laughed at that, then turned to look at the woman beside her. "I think he wasn't looking at you. He was looking at Mjolnir, right? Jane Foster is your teacher, and he's Jane's boyfriend. No matter what, he can't be stupid enough to harass you."
But setting that aside, Captain Marvel had to admit one thing: Daisy was just too, too, too big. Even as a woman herself, looking at the two mountains on the other woman's chest made her feel breathless and dizzy.
She had been a pilot, after all. Her resistance to vertigo was far beyond that of ordinary people.
"Maybe, but if he wants to take Mjolnir back, he can forget about it." Daisy raised the hammer, kissed its side, then hugged it to her chest. "Deathstroke gave this to me, so it's mine. It has nothing to do with Thor, right? Mjolnir?"
The current on the hammer flickered. No one knew whether it was expressing agreement, but Daisy considered that a yes.
"Mm, that's how it should be."
Carol shifted her