Twins (Carol Danvers)

A/n: disclaimer: (Y/s/n) is Your stage name. It'll make sense in a moment

Carol wanted to join the military. You wanted to join the industry. Your parents wondered how they went so wrong with both of you, but at least they taught you how to be successful wherever you wanted to go.

When it came time for college, you went to Los Angeles to a film school to learn film acting. Carol went to the Air Force Academy and learned how to fly planes. You each had your struggles, but still managed to call ever weekend to check in.

You attended her graduation ceremony with your parents, even though they remained less than thrilled. She attended your ceremony, too, but alone. At this point it was the two of you against everyone else.

And then she went down. Maria called and told you that Carol had gotten into a training accident, and sadly she hadn't made it out. The only thing left was a part of her dog tag. Even though you were distraught over the news, you told her to keep it- Carol had told you how close they were, you knew she'd want it.

A week later, you went up to help take care of a few things since your parents had nothing to do with you and Carol's lives anymore. That's when you picked your things to remember her by. Specifically a frame with two photos, one from each graduation.

"Oh, god, I'm so sorry (Y/n)," Maria said, then pulled you into a tight hug. That was the only time you found yourself breaking down into tears. Because after that, you flew back to LA to keep filming a movie you were a supporting role in.

Six long years went by where you quietly mourned Carol, celebrating little moments with her and one of her rings that you took. You almost never took it off.

In those very long years, you became a pretty big name in the world of movies. The 90s became your domain.

"See you tomorrow, Jack. I'm going to call it a night," you told your costar. He nodded his farewell as you walked off to your hotel room.

The last thing you wanted was to be interrupted, so when the phone rang you groaned loudly and trudged over to the phone.

"Hello? This is (Y/f/n) speaking to the unlucky soul keeping me from taking a relaxing bath," you answered.

There was a clearing throat, then, "You have a call from a Maria Rambeau?" the poor kid said. You almost felt bad.

"Put her through," you said, getting ready for a good, long conversation. Anytime Maria called it was a long cry session where the two of you reminisced about Carol. "Hey, Maria, how's it going?" you automatically asked.

A moment of silence. "(Y/n), you're gonna wanna come on down as soon as you can... like, seriously." Odd.

You sat up out of your cry position. "Wait, what? Don't be cryptic, Maria. What the hell is going on?"

"Seriously, please just get over here." With that last vague note, she hung up.

This was odd. If Monica had called, you'd label this a prank and assume she wanted to hang out with you. But Maria never joked around like that and she sounded very serious and even worried on the other side.

You dialed the front desk. "Get me my driver, I need to go to the airport and get on the next flight to New Orleans. No, this isn't negotiable." Time to go on a little holiday.

Except, it didn't feel like one. They never did anymore. Security surrounded you and blocked the paparazzi's advances on you. Once you got on the plane to New Orleans, however, they couldn't protect you from your seat neighbor who very clearly had a crush and was shooting their shot. It was funny, to say the least.

In the New Orleans airport, the security that came with you called a cab immediately so there was very little wait time around the big crowds. A few people attempted to get close, but were never successful.

Once it was all over, you got into the cab with you suitcase and told the driver Maria's address. You'd hope everything would still be okay once you got there.

You arrived at her house and tossed some crumpled bills to the driver as you got out and grabbed your suitcase from the trunk on your own. Now, it was time to face the music.

The front door was unlocked as you stormed in. "I sweat to God Maria, you cannot and I mean can not scare me like that." The woman in question creeped around the corner as you took your coat off. "Calling me and then giving me some cryptic message with no explanation whatsoever? Do you know how scared I am?"

"I'm sorry, I just knew you wouldn't believe me if you didn't see it for yourself," she answered. Her voice was quiet, almost solemn. It got you even more worried.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Could you please stop being cryptic for five seconds and tell me why you had me fly out here last minute?"

She sighed, then looked over to behind the wall. Your eyebrows scrunched together, and you were about to ask what she was looking at when it came out from behind the wall.

Or, she.

You gasped and anything in your hands was let go and went crashing to the floor.

Carol was standing in front of you, wearing a Nine Inch Nails tee and jeans, exactly like she would have six years ago.

But that's the thing, she's supposed to be dead. There was no way the person in front of you was Carol Danvers, your twin sister Carol. She was gone.

Tears pooled your eyes and your jaw clenched. "What kind of sick joke are you playing at right now? What the hell is wrong with you?" you asked, your voice coming out strained as you held back your tears and clenched your jaw closed.

Carol was stepping forward as you started to step back towards the door. "(Y/n), wait. It's not a joke. I'm... I'm here," she said.

You didn't move closer to her, but you also didn't move back. The "Carol" in front of you took that as a sign. "Can we sit? It's... it's a lot to take in," she offered.

Still hesitant, you gave a tiny nod and made sure "Carol" walked in front of you as you all went to sit as Maria's dining room table. You made sure to sit a few seats away.

"Um, there's no easy way to start..." she said, rubbing the back of her neck. Then, she launched into the story. Aliens. Space. Wars between aliens in space. Crash landing and partnering with Nick Fury of SHIELD to help figure it all out. The planet almost exploding. Flying. Proton blasts.

Throughout the whole story, you picked up on all the little things she did that you remembered Carol doing. The neck rubbing when she was nervous, always using her hands to talk- everything reminded you of her. To the point where you started to believe her.

At the end of the story, tears were silently falling down your face. "Carol...?" you whispered, believing her.

She was crying, too, and smiled while nodding; she was glad you believed her, because there wasn't another way to really prove it.

You both got up from where you sat and met each other in the middle in a huge hug. At this point, you were both audibly crying as you held each other. Your words came out in nonsensical sobs, but Carol understood. She always understood you- it's a perk of being a twin.

For the rest of the night, you two caught up with what happened while she was on another planet. You really wanted to punch that Young Rog guy or whatever his name was. Carol couldn't of been prouder of you and your flourishing acting career.

For a moment, everything was okay again. Carol couldn't stay, of course. She had huge responsibilities now that she had to stop a huge space war.

"You better keep in contact somehow, or at the very least visit every now and then. Now that you're alive again, I needed some sort of time with you. How about Christmas?" you asked as the two of you walked outside.

Carol laughed loudly. "Okay, well, I'll try my best. I'm not quite sure how time works out in space relative to here, so if I don't get here on time we can have our own Christmas, okay?"

You agreed, and waved a sad goodbye along with Monica and Maria as Carol flew off into space. You were sure you'd see her again.

~ Almost 30 Years Later ~

After her tense introduction to the Avengers, and the retrieving of one billionaire and his new blue friend from the depths of space, Carol had a thought finally cross her mind.

"Wait, can I see that data?" she suddenly asked Steve. He held a tablet that was showing all the dusted from the Snap. He just nodded, handing her the device. Those around watched as she searched around, everything also showing up on the hologram from the table.

A few seconds later, a name and face was up for all to see. "Who, (Y/s/n)? Weren't they that famous actor from the 90s and early 2000s?" Ant-Man, Scott Lang, asked.

Carol didn't respond for a while, just staring at the screen with tears springing to her eyes. She couldn't believe it took her this long to think about her own twin. What kind of sister was she?

"A terrible one," her mind whispered.

"Carol?" Steve asked, noticing the blonde's silence. "Are you all right?"

She sniffed and didn't even bother to wipe the tears; they'd keep coming anyway. "That's... we're twins."

~Fin~

A/n: the return of the Twins series! I'd love to know who'd you like to see next :) And I'm sorry about the ending, I just couldn't resist a little flash forward to Endgame era because that's always fun lol

So, I'm doing my best to get some of these written and ready to go so I can try to post once a week and be more consistent. I'm literally so close to the end of my first semester of college- literally like, a few days over a month! It's not processing and I hope it doesn't cause I'll freak out if it does.

I hope you guys enjoyed this! Please feel free to comment your thoughts and leave a little vote if you're feeling fancy

Bye Lovelies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!