"He's not as terrifying as you would think," Carol said, from experience. "Tricky, yes. You really do need to watch yourself around him. But as far as bad guys go, they have worse up there." She reached into her bag and pulled a glass bottle of water out. If Eleanor was paying attention, she'd noticed the water had mint leaves and slices of lime in it. No, not alcohol - just flavoured water. Carol had long since given up alcohol after a years-long struggle with it.
Still, she smiled at Eleanor. "Roxie's friends fan over me enough. Believe me, I'm used to it, Eleanor. It never ceases to be flattering." She just hoped that Eleanor wasn't going to ask her to sign her bra or something. "And you did do well by Roxie. Believe me, it's not easy, this line of work you're in. During my earliest days as Ms. Marvel," once Carol had figured out and come to terms with the fact that she and the entity known as Ms. Marvel were one and the same, "my constant fear had been to do something that cost a lot of lives. Or even a life. It's a good worry to have, but I know in my bones that my daughter is going to be fine. She's made of stronger stuff than even me." Not that she would have said that out loud if Roxie had still been awake.
She smiled and stroked her daughter's head gently. Love and pride flickered over her face. Bringing Roxie up had been difficult, and for awhile, she'd moved her daughter to Avengers Mansion to give her some sort of stability. (Yes, even a Mansion that was regularly attacked was more stable than Carol's brownstone, which had very little protection.) But from what it looked like, after years of struggling with partying and drugs and sleeping with anything that moved, Roxie was finally getting some stability. And growing up. Who would have ever thought that something so wonderful could have been the result of Amora's curse?
"If you require assistance, the best person to turn to is probably Sammy Fury. She's the daughter of Nick Fury, and a hell of an agent. She'd be able to guide you through the right channels better than I could ever hope to."
((ooc: Oh hey, no worries at all! I'm sorry for this late reply, myself! I thought I'd already replied, but I think DW ate my reply last week, and I didn't even know. So sorry!))
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Still, she smiled at Eleanor. "Roxie's friends fan over me enough. Believe me, I'm used to it, Eleanor. It never ceases to be flattering." She just hoped that Eleanor wasn't going to ask her to sign her bra or something. "And you did do well by Roxie. Believe me, it's not easy, this line of work you're in. During my earliest days as Ms. Marvel," once Carol had figured out and come to terms with the fact that she and the entity known as Ms. Marvel were one and the same, "my constant fear had been to do something that cost a lot of lives. Or even a life. It's a good worry to have, but I know in my bones that my daughter is going to be fine. She's made of stronger stuff than even me." Not that she would have said that out loud if Roxie had still been awake.
She smiled and stroked her daughter's head gently. Love and pride flickered over her face. Bringing Roxie up had been difficult, and for awhile, she'd moved her daughter to Avengers Mansion to give her some sort of stability. (Yes, even a Mansion that was regularly attacked was more stable than Carol's brownstone, which had very little protection.) But from what it looked like, after years of struggling with partying and drugs and sleeping with anything that moved, Roxie was finally getting some stability. And growing up. Who would have ever thought that something so wonderful could have been the result of Amora's curse?
"If you require assistance, the best person to turn to is probably Sammy Fury. She's the daughter of Nick Fury, and a hell of an agent. She'd be able to guide you through the right channels better than I could ever hope to."
((ooc: Oh hey, no worries at all! I'm sorry for this late reply, myself! I thought I'd already replied, but I think DW ate my reply last week, and I didn't even know. So sorry!))