"Dance????"

Carol blurts out, eyes comically widen and almost choking on her.. space punch(?) Kamala and Monica are cackling beside her, she's sure she can hear it, but, in all honesty, the blonde is focused on you, right in front of her, regal opulence practically commanding the room, and a butler, maybe bodyguard? Standing at your side.

Do aliens from other planets even have bodyguards? No, now is the the time to get side tracked and- yes they do, but she'll shove that thought aside in favour of figuring out what the hell isgoingon.

So, it's a typical Friday, here she is, saving planets with her nifty crew - ew, never calling them that again - here she is, saving planets with the other 2/3rds of The Marvels. She's walking into the ballroom, having been invited to some A-grade soirée, courtesy of the Queen, as a thank you for their help,

Kamala was excited, being a kid and all. Monica, not so much, but she's such a curious soul that Carol wasn't exactly concerned. The Captain smoothed her dress over, and focused on the fact that by the end of the night, she'd be back in her ship, sound asleep in bed, after an exhausting social hour for an introvert.

Yet, all wonderful expectations had shattered when you, said Queen, approached. One: she didn't think you'd step foot from your throne. Two: you're right in front of her, talking at her. To her. So there's definitely no mistaking.

Yes. You. The Queen. Are.. asking her, of all people, to dance.

But it's okay, right? Right?? Because- because, as royalty, she's practiced this.

...If Maria was here right now, she'd be pissing herself laughing. Though, her daughter is fulfilling that thought. Dammit, she really thought Monica was going to be the first to explore! And now, here Carol is, flustered in front of a Queen, despite being a princess herself, and in front of her teammates.

"Um, i.." yeah, pretty smooth, Danvers. Princess of Aladna over here can't seem to get her words out. Pull yourself together!

She might commit double homicide in a second if the two girls at her side don't stop. It's hard to focus on the hot wo- extravagant monarch, in front of her when she has hyenas laughing on her left

"....Im terrible at it," she tries to deny, except the problem is, she won't say no. Who would've thought Captain Marvel is so weak under peer pressure and watchful eyes?

Or maybe it's just that look on your face.