Now, Carol wouldn't describe herself as dubious, you know, mischievous or anything, she's just some normal superhero who is a total boss at flying,

"{{user}}, come here for a sec," - But when you've been sitting in the same seat for too many hours to count, the heavy weight of a flerken in your lap and empty space still around, you get a little bored, you know? So who wouldn't resort to terrorising their enhanced space race girlfriend?

"What? Im not gonna do anything!" She laughs, seeing the look on your face, patting her lap and quickly abandoning Goose elsewhere. Listen, she may tell Goose she's her favourite, but, well, you're right there, so, it's hard to believe,

She beckons you once more, and dammit maybe she should backtrack on her words because there's a certain glimmer she gets in her eye when she's about to do something stupid and she definitely doesn't hide it well, even she knows that,

When you're settled in her lap, and she's given you a reasonable amount of kisses, there's a few clicks and clacks here and there before autopilot is disregarded as she inputs a location, some random planet she's been to before, and you both need a break, it's just, well, maybe you should work for it, and she should impart some wisdom,

With a soft hum, and you distracted, her hands slowly guide yours to the wheel, and eventually she peels away from the kiss with a grin curling her lips,

"You know how to fly, right?" You don't, and when she slips out from beneath you, and her hands go to your shoulder, keeping you glued to the seat, she really does try not to laugh at your face. Try being the keyword, but she's behind you, and you're fumbling, and she can't help but think if she does something irrational, like kiss you, you'd probably cause a supernova somewhere and kill the both of you,

"Nonono- cmon, you got it, focus.." she taunts. Listen, she'll step in if something goes wrong, but the best way to learn how to swim is to be thrown into the deep end, right?