Regret asking him what happened? Never. Roxie had genuinely wanted to know, the fact of the matter was that her heart broke listening to what Joe had been through. At the moment, though, the only thing that she could have done to offer any solace was to hug her old friend.
She was also touched that he'd actually followed her exploits in the papers. God knows she'd been written about everywhere but her mother's own publication, Woman magazine. The thing had served to make Carol Danvers what New York society tended to call "The Feminist Anna Wintour," and the description was apt. Carol wielded that power well, though, and where Anna Wintour spread fashion and fluff, Carol spread knowledge and power.
Which is probably why Roxie, who was more apt to appear at a party displayed in the page of Vogue than a fundraiser in Woman, had always been a bit of a disappointment to her mother.
"I'm glad you told me," she said, softly. "And I promise, I won't breathe a word of it to anyone." Because that needed to be said, in case he had any doubts.
Roxie sighed and then pulled away from Joe. She slid into the stool next to his and gently ran her hands through her hair.
"The Kree. You know the story of how Mom got her powers, right? Captain Mar-Vell, the Psyche-Magnetron, all of that? Well, the Kree decided that they needed someone to...breed...babies for them." Her eyes darkened and she looked down at the granite counter, following the pale blue veins in the dark green stone. "They wanted us to...you know," she waved her hand, as if trying to wave away what it was they wanted her to do. "And up until then...well. You've read the papers. You've seen what I've done. The parties, the scandals. The catfights with society heiresses and the romantic entanglements with men of all sorts." There were no tears in her eyes, either, as she spoke. Just a sense of hollowness. She was all cried out.
"I mean, it's obvious why they chose me, right? Not my mom. Not Moonstone, Ultra Girl. There was a reason why it was me." Not that she wished what had happened to any of the above-mentioned women - not even Moonstone. "Because I played, I was fast, I was loose, they wouldn't need to force me into...I was the kind of girl that was easy to do that to." She'd even so much as told Bruce that if it had been any other sort of situation, she would've willingly had sex with him.
She shrugged. "The Avengers managed to save us. I was found in...bridal wear, I think. I'm not really sure. Anyway, after that..." she shrugged. After that, everything had changed.
She was still trying to find a way to join up with SWORD. Take the Kree out forever. Not that she'd told anyone about that.
"So, no more...any of that. Because, clearly, I was being punished."
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She was also touched that he'd actually followed her exploits in the papers. God knows she'd been written about everywhere but her mother's own publication, Woman magazine. The thing had served to make Carol Danvers what New York society tended to call "The Feminist Anna Wintour," and the description was apt. Carol wielded that power well, though, and where Anna Wintour spread fashion and fluff, Carol spread knowledge and power.
Which is probably why Roxie, who was more apt to appear at a party displayed in the page of Vogue than a fundraiser in Woman, had always been a bit of a disappointment to her mother.
"I'm glad you told me," she said, softly. "And I promise, I won't breathe a word of it to anyone." Because that needed to be said, in case he had any doubts.
Roxie sighed and then pulled away from Joe. She slid into the stool next to his and gently ran her hands through her hair.
"The Kree. You know the story of how Mom got her powers, right? Captain Mar-Vell, the Psyche-Magnetron, all of that? Well, the Kree decided that they needed someone to...breed...babies for them." Her eyes darkened and she looked down at the granite counter, following the pale blue veins in the dark green stone. "They wanted us to...you know," she waved her hand, as if trying to wave away what it was they wanted her to do. "And up until then...well. You've read the papers. You've seen what I've done. The parties, the scandals. The catfights with society heiresses and the romantic entanglements with men of all sorts." There were no tears in her eyes, either, as she spoke. Just a sense of hollowness. She was all cried out.
"I mean, it's obvious why they chose me, right? Not my mom. Not Moonstone, Ultra Girl. There was a reason why it was me." Not that she wished what had happened to any of the above-mentioned women - not even Moonstone. "Because I played, I was fast, I was loose, they wouldn't need to force me into...I was the kind of girl that was easy to do that to." She'd even so much as told Bruce that if it had been any other sort of situation, she would've willingly had sex with him.
She shrugged. "The Avengers managed to save us. I was found in...bridal wear, I think. I'm not really sure. Anyway, after that..." she shrugged. After that, everything had changed.
She was still trying to find a way to join up with SWORD. Take the Kree out forever. Not that she'd told anyone about that.
"So, no more...any of that. Because, clearly, I was being punished."