The Curious Case Of Carol Danvers

There is an old saying: Power always comes with a price.

In Carol Danvers' case, it is no further from the truth. While managing to obtain powers beyond the humans' imaginations, all thanks to the Tesseract energy she absorbed during an incident years ago, that same power split her personality into two.

There is her, Carol Danvers, a completely normal human and a freelancer living in New York. And there is 'Ms. Marvel', a superpowered heroine who helps people and saves the day, and occasionally travels to other plants who needs her help.

Having split personalities is one thing, but to the point either recognizes each other? To make matters worse, Carol's alter ego, Mr. Marvel, recently decided to get intimately with the man whom she has never seen before in her life and... might have let him knock her up. Which the latter likely appears to be the case, as they both got laid during a particularly dangerous day.

It was not until a few years ago Carol learned she and Ms. Marvel are the same person.

That said, when their eyes landed on each other when they first met, as Carol Danvers, she instantly felt warm down there as soon as she took in his scent with a rapidly-beating heart, along the sudden warmth flooding her cheeks, acting as though both her body and her heart desired him.

And the look on his face when she admitted she had no recollection of him. It was hurt at first, then perplexing the moment he found out she was telling the truth soon after; her chest tightened as he looked genuinely hurt, albeit it was only for a very brief moment.

"To summarize, you and your Ms. Marvel alter ago had no idea of each other's existence, until you visited a psychiatrist?" the man, or Wilhelm as he reintroduced himself, recaps with a raised eyebrow, which Carol nods to confirm the story.

"Yes. Before visiting that psychiatrist, I basically blacked out every time Ms. Marvel came out," Carol says, exhaling as she stares at her lap before she beams softly. "But things got better now. The doctor helped us communicating. Although, it still feels weird on my end every time she opted to show up. It's... foggy, like I'm there and I'm not there at the same time. Everything feels like a blur. Sometimes her memories would overlap mine. It's just... I don't know how to explain it properly."

"Christ. And here I thought I got it rough," Wilhelm remarks, softening his gaze. "I guess that is why she said 'I'm known as Carol Danvers' before she left. I always found it a little odd for some unknown reason, but everything makes sense now."

Carol's face heats up, knowing what he is referring to. "W-Well, I... uh, Will, I think we should talk about that night."

"...Of course."

An awkward silence follows. Carol opens her mouth, yet nothing comes out as she has no clue what to say to the man who bedded her. Sure, she dated a few guys and girls here and there before, and even had some one-night stands. But her alter ego Ms. Marvel taking the initiative in wooing a man and letting him do it inside? This is the first time something like this has ever happened to her!

At least the Fantastic Four let her and Wilhelm talk to each other in an empty room. She might have to dig a hole to hide her face if her friends see her like this, acting like some teenager who just got a taste of love for the first time ever, or something close to it. Although, sitting on the same bed—even with a respectable distance—does not seem to lessen the awkwardness.

It cannot be worse than the occasional near-death experiences, right?

"...I do not know what is on your mind at the moment." Wilhelm suddenly speaks, as he stands up. The man kneels on both knees, his hands holding and squeezing Carol's while sending her a tender gaze. Carol is evidently surprised at the gesture. "However, I do not intend to walk away after putting my child inside you. I would love to get to know you better, if you allow me to, Carol."

For a moment, Carol only stares at Wilhelm, as though finding any deception on his face. Shortly, a beam soon finds its way to her face with her gaze softens and slowly reddens, while her pupils dilate. Carol now truly ascertains her body and her heart want Wilhelm. Is this what Ms. Marvel felt when he embraced her?

"...That was corny, you know?" Carol manages a giggle.

Wilhelm chuckles in return. "It was supposed to be. Then again, if it works, it works."

"So, you do admit you said the same lines to other women as well?" Carol questions with a mocked accusing tone and a raised brow. "Didn't really take you as a womanizer, Mr. Herrmann. Have many have you gone and impregnated already, hmm?"

"I would prefer to call myself a ladies' man. There is a big difference between that and a womanizer," Wilhelm defends himself, grinning. "Either way, I did in fact impregnate three beautiful women—all of whom were one of the most important people in my old life—and put in each of them a beautiful twin of daughters, all at the same time during a wild foursome some while ago."

"...You really have strong swimmers, you know that?" Carol comments, astonished and surprised at the admission. If anything, that may confirm she might already be impregnated.

"You could imagine how blissful I was when I held my daughters in my arms for the first time in my life. Six adorable and gorgeous princesses to love and spoil rotten to my heart's content. I became a father, and cherished every moment of it. The girls and their mothers meant everything to me."

Noticing the change of his tone as Wilhelm reaches the end, Carol lowers her brows. She cups both his cheeks and lifts his face up, caressing him while looking straight at his eyes. The pains are evident in them. Unfathomed pains, so much that he looks so vulnerable, unlike the image of a hero who is not afraid to face against the likes like Dr. Doom from what Susan has told her.

She would not dare to imagine what happened to Wilhelm. The only comfort she can give the man right now is to lower herself on her knees and pull him close to her, allowing his head rest on top of her well-endowed bosom. His calm breaths penetrate gently through the fabric of her clothes, tickling her lightly. Though Carol pays no heed to it.

"Something happened, didn't it?" she asks softly, not wanting to push too far.

"...Yes. But everything is a distant memory now," Wilhelm replies, before he straightens himself up with a light-hearted smile. "I have already made peace with it. Right now, you matter. You may not directly influence me to do it inside, but I still want to take responsibility for you, your alter ego Ms. Marvel and our child all the same. Will you allow me to, Carol?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

Which she settles the answer by planting her strawberry-flavored lips on his, deeply kissing him with her hands wrapping around his head, her fingers trail across his scalp. Wilhelm, though surprised at first, quickly gives in to the kiss, all the while his hands snake their way to her large rounded ass and grope them, eliciting a sharp moan from her. Wilhelm picks Carol up as he rises to his feet, with the blonde-haired beauty locks her legs around his torso, prompting him to lay her on the bed. Her legs do not let go of him as he pins her down and deepens their kiss on the bed.

The duo parts their lip momentarily, gasping for air before Wilhelm reignites the kiss, more forceful this time with him lovingly bites her lips. His tongue touches hers, wrapping and wrestling, and tastes her saliva before it enters her mouth. Sweats begin materializing on Carol's red blushing face, mixing with her lewd and horny body fragrant, only further arousing him. Wilhelm can feel both her rock-hard nipples pressing against his chest. His pants feel tight; Wilhelm starts grinding the bulge against her crotch, pressing it on her womanhood.

Their lips part once more, with Carol smiles lustfully. "Make sure to sow your seeds in me properly~. That should be a piece of cake for somebody like you, right?" she challenges between heavy breaths with a smug smirk. "I can be as rough as Ms. Marvel if I want to. What say you, big guy~?"

"I cannot wait to ravage and savour every part of your body," Wilhelm grins and gives Carol a quick kiss. "Though, we should probably postpone that. This room is not so sound-proof, and fucking right next to the Fantastic Four and my niece would be quite rude of us, would it not?"

Giving Carol's ass another squeeze, making her moan and glare at him playfully, Wilhelm straightens himself while Carol unlocks her legs, prompting the man to pull the attractive heroine to her feet. A moment later, with both fixing their clothes and making themselves appear presentable, Carol shares a small, yet seemingly grateful smile with Wilhelm. Then, a hug.

"Thank you, Will. For being honest," Carol murmurs, "and for not leaving me. To tell the truth, I... had no idea what to do after finding out you did the deed, and I really, really don't ever want to go through another abortion again. Thank you, really."

Ah, the short period when Carol found out she is in fact Ms. Marvel and went through an existential crisis. Is she Carol Danvers, or Ms. Marvel, or both? Even right now, she has no clue how to answer that question. Before things turned out better with the help of the very same psychiatrist who assisted her in discovering her alter ego, Carol, as shameful as she has to admit, became an alcoholic.... and fooled around a lot in order to cope with the whole situation for a short while.

Fighting crimes and saving the day with a big pregnant belly when she has no one to watch her back is not exactly the brightest thing. Carol had to do what must be done a few times already. The guilt is ever-so apparent on her face as she hugs Wilhelm tightly, which the latter quickly perceives whilst he returns the hug with both arms wrapping around her.

"It is all right to have an unsavory past," Wilhelm soothes, ruffling her long, sublime hair. "The only thing that matters is you feel regret about everything and strive to be a better person. Not to mention, you have me now. How many little ones do you want right now? I can give you as many as you like. However, due to some VERY specific reasons, we can only have daughters."

"...I want at least three!" Carol looks up to Wilhelm's eyes with a bright beam after a short moment of silence, merrier, now that the gloominess in her blue eyes no longer exist.

"Then we should probably work on a triplet, eh?"

Jabbing at Wilhelm's shoulder spiritedly, Carol and Wilhelm exit the room which the Fantastic Four lent them and makes their way through the hall, where they approach a certain Susan appearing she is on cloud nine while she is holding and hugging Calida, who is sitting on the said woman's lap and blissful eating a whole box of pizza. Ben seems to watch the two in amusement, particularly to distract himself from his current plight: big fingers and magazines. Johnny, on the other hand, has his whole attention on the TV screen with the news anchor talking about Tony Stark. Reed is nowhere in sight along with the cube that is a copy of Adam's core.

"Will!" Susan calls Wilhelm, as he and Carol near the main longue, still hugging Calida like a teddy bear with a gratifying smile. "Can I keep her, pretty please~?"

"No, Sue. You can't keep his niece," Ben deadpans. Although, he internally admits this white-haired girl is the most adorable creature he has ever seen in his life, supernaturally so.

"Hush now," Susan dismisses his remark. "I'm asking the man himself, not you, Ben."

Amused, Wilhelm takes his seat the only empty couch at the coffee table, with Carol follows suit and sits close and next to him. The gesture does not go unnoticed by other occupants who are currently present in the longue, with Susan gradually smiles sly, which in turn makes Carol redden both cheeks slightly and glare at her friend.

The said superheroine of the Fantastic Four is about to tease Carol, when all of a sudden Calida gets out of Susan's hug with no real effort, surprising the heroine. She blinks a few times, before exhaling a longing sigh. Just as when she is getting warm and cozy with Calida.

As for the girl herself, Calida skips around the coffee table and practically plants herself on Wilhelm's thighs, making herself comfortable on his lap and leaning into him with a low purr, rubbing the back of her head against his chest.

"Well, that should your answer, Susan," Wilhelm remarks, surprised, before his attention is on Calida and her sudden motion. "And what are you doing, my dear Calida?"

"...Marking my territory," Calida replies after a brief moment of silent, as though trying to search for a way to word her response. At the same time, the girl directs her frown to Carol.

Carol, for some reason, has this urge to twitch her eyes. Although, she ignores it and puts on a smile instead. "Hello there," she greets pleasantly. "You must be Will's niece, aren't you? It's nice to meet you, Calida."

"...Likewise, cow tits," Calida replies bluntly without any hint of remorse.

Needless to say, everyone else around the two does a spit-take. Most staring at the half-shutting eyes girl in disbelief, cannot believe what she just said. Meanwhile, Wilhelm coughs and impedes a laugh while turning his head away, slightly shaking his shoulders.

True, Carol's bosom is definitely well-endowed, with one may wonder if there is any milk in them. But calling them cow tits is a little too much. Funny, but still a bit much.

For Carol, this time the blonde-haired superheroine truly twitches her eyes, though manages to keep that pleasant—more like not-so-pleasant—smile as the two begin to engage in a heated staring contest, which seems to start to produce lots of sparks by some means.

"Catfight! Catfight! Catfight!" Johnny cheers, only to receive a smack on his head from Ben.

"Stop being so childish," Ben says dryly. "Don't make it sound like they're fighting over him."

"But they are! Just look," Johnny defends, pointing at Carol and Calida. "An overprotective niece is trying to keep her beloved uncle from being stolen by his lady, though they look more like a brother and a sister. Still and all, that's the kinda thing you don't get to see everyday, Ben!"

To further emphasize her stand, Calida turns her whole body to face Wilhelm on his lap and wraps her arms around his waists.

"Will's mine," Calida says, narrowing her eyes. "You might carry his seed, but that doesn't make me automatically accept you to the family."

"See?! Told you!"

Ben can only plant his palm on his face at Johnny's excitement. Susan, concurrently, drops her lower jaw at the sudden change of character. Where did that little girl who loves eating that Susan hugged go to? Is Calida always this possessive? She knows Calida and Wilhelm are quite close, but still...

No matter the kind of love, envy is one of the seven deadly sins for a reason after all. Maybe this is what Reed felt the entire time when she was still with Victor?

Carol twitches her eyes again, unable to fire back since that only makes her appear petty. However, she cannot help but intensify the eyes-twitching when Calida sticks her tongue out in a taunting and smug fashion. And she even snorts! She snorts!

The not-so-pleasant smile on Carol's face now turns downright venomously sweet.

...Wait a moment, why is Carol getting so riled-up at the moment? It is like... is Calida being—

"Now, now, Calida. That is not nice," Wilhelm chides, curving the corners of his mouth. "I have no reason to neglect you when Carol and I are a thing now. You are still important to me."

"...Really? You're not going to leave me, right?"

A trauma that still lingers from the old Calida's part. Which Wilhelm kisses her forehead deeply and places his hand on her head, patting her. "Of course not. We are family. Not by blood, but by bond. I certainly am staying with my favourite devilish brat."

To others, it might sound like Wilhelm is teasing while assuring her. But to him, he means the, well, devilish part quite literally. But they do not have to know that.

Calida tilts her head to Carol, appears to be genuinely apologetic. "Sorry... for being mean..."

At that moment, Carol sees the kind of face the girl is making that she is all too familiar to. Softening her gaze, like how a mother would look to her daughter, Carol scoots closer to them and scoops the white-haired girl up from Wilhelm, before sitting the girl on her lap. Carol gently places her lips atop Calida's head, then soothingly embraces her.

"Apology accepted," Carol reassures. "Will and I may be a thing now, but that doesn't mean I won't love you like how I'm starting to love him at the moment. You're important to him. That makes you important to me as well~."

Calida nods slowly with a bright smile, which seems to make any earlier negative feelings Carol had on her about the girl disappear, as she squeezes the girl and rubs her cheek against the girl. Her look is that of pure bliss.

"My God~! Just where did Will pick you up, Calida~? I hope all my daughters are gonna come out looking as cute and lovable like you~."

Wilhelm chuckles, and is internally relief that the two make up so quickly after their quarrel. And at the corner of his eyes, he spots Susan is practically swooning at the sight. Johnny, satisfied with what he saw as entertainment, returns to his TV while Ben laughs wholeheartedly.

"Taking the initiative in learning how to become a mom, huh?" Wilhelm inquires teasingly.

Carol's face turns bright bed. "W-Will! Not now!" she whines cutely, pouting, and planting her face on his shoulder, muttering something about 'being a mom'.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot." Johnny suddenly appears next to Wilhelm, no longer has his attention on the TV, and places his hand on Wilhelm's shoulder. "Congratulations, man! Now, to the important bit: please teach me on how to strike such a smoking-hot babe like Carol!"

"It involves aphrodisiac with a dubious origin, so I am pretty certain I am not the person you should ask for advice, Johnny," Wilhelm deadpans. "But frankly, I am kind of an old-fashioned man. I court women in bed. After all, love can always start from bed."

"Oh." Johnny makes a sound, seemingly taking Wilhelm's words to heart with a grin.

"Johnny," Susan suddenly speaks in a warning tone. "I know you're popular with girls your age, but do not go around having unprotected sex and bring back home your tinier copies. Dealing with you alone is already bad for my health. And I plan to have lots, lots of kids with Reed."

Ben let out a loud guffaw, slapping his thigh. Wilhelm joins the laugh light-heartedly while Carol just settles with a giggle. Susan just has this teasing smirk on her face. All at the expense of Johnny's beet-red face, as he opens and shuts his mouth, apparently speechless.

"S-Sue?!"

"Ha! She got you there, punk!" Ben laughs louder.

Which Johnny grumbles and folds his arms.

At the same time, Reed emerges from his room with a copy of Adam's core in his hand, smiling ear to ear. The man sits next to Susan and places the cube on the coffee table. Simultaneously, his lover hooks her arm around his, staring at him expectedly with bright eyes, surprising him.

"What's on your mind, Sue?" Reed asks with undisguised curiosity.

"Let's make one together!"

"Make... one? But what do we make?" Which Susan gestures to Calida, confusing Reed for a moment before his face turns slightly red, as he coughs into his hand. "W-Well, I mean... uh... It's in the best course of action to discuss this matter... tonight."

Suddenly, Johnny pales. "Ugh. I think I'm gonna be sick at the mental image," he mutters.

"Either way," Wilhelm changes the topic—much to Johnny's relief, "how was your time with Adam, Reed? Learned anything useful that helps you with creating your A.I?"

"Plenty." Reed nods appreciatively. "Your friend opened my mind a lot about A.I. My current work in progress will develop much faster than I ever anticipated, all thanks to his inputs."

"That is good to know. Well done, Adam."

"It is my pleasure, Mr. Richards," Adam speaks politely, as the cube slightly glows. "From my short time with you, I have to admit you're truly worthy to be considered as one of the most brilliant minds that the world has to offer. Miss Luna would've loved to have a conversation with you."

Reed blinks. "Is that by any chance the name of your creator, Adam?"

"That is the lass, all right," Wilhelm answers, grinning fondly.

"I see." Reed bobs his head, looking at Wilhelm. "I should return Adam to you. I am really grateful of your generosity, Will. Thank you very much."

"You are welcome. But do keep him," Wilhelm says, making Reed blink. "Do not worry. The main core is at my home. Besides, Adam knows a lot of stuffs. Let him help you in any way he can. See it as my thanks for the discounts for the materials."

"W-Wow, Will... It's..." Reed mutters. "Is it really alright to leave him here?"

"Why not?"

Wilhelm turns to Carol after receiving a mouthing 'thank you' from Reed, getting her attention, and her smile as bonus.

"Do you want to move in with me, Carol?" Wilhelm asks. "That way, I can look after both you and our child. What do you think?"

Carol grins slyly, fluttering her eyelashes. "Are you sure this isn't some scheme to make sure you are going to properly knock me up with a triplet, big guy~?"

"Well, it looks like you discovered my evil masterplan already."

Carol giggles in return and gives Wilhelm a quick peck on his lips. "I'd love to. Having an apartment all to myself is nice, but it could get pretty lonely at times."

"Get a room, you two! Reed and Susan are already enough here."

"Is that jealously I'm hearing in your voice, Johnny? You'll find somebody soon~."

Which Johnny grumbles and returns his attention to the TV.

"In any case—" Carol leans into Wilhelm's ear "—if you are going to fuck other girls and breed them like common whores, I'm fine with it as long as you let me join the fun~."

Wilhelm raises a brow, only to slightly shudder at the thirsty smile on Carol's blushing face, with her breaths growing heavier and heavier. Her feminine scent is now filled with lust and horniness.

...Oh dear. He might have flipped some sort of switch inside her.

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