Marvel Imagines, Preferences, One Shots etc. IV

Carol Danvers- Costumes (c)

Having cuddled up with your pet flerken, you had struggled to stay awake, leaving the two of you snuggled up on the sofa and dozing off. With Carol away working somewhere on the other side of the universe, you enjoyed the company of Goose, making the most of the time the two of you got alone. With Carol's work you rarely knew when she was actually going to come home, her schedule often changing frequently, leaving you pleasantly surprised whenever she did finally return to you.

Today she woke you up. You jumped awake, having fallen asleep with only a flerken in the house, but as soon as you saw Carol's smile, you realised that it wasn't someone having broken into your home.

"You're home," you lazily smiled, propping yourself up on your elbows, the flerken on your lap stretching out, having also just woken up.

"I finished up early and came home, I should be back for at least the next week," she stated. "I do have a question though."

"What?"

Carol looked down at her flerken before looking back up at you. "Why is Goose dressed as a lion?"

Your eyes became wide. You had hoped that Carol wouldn't have seen the costume that Goose was wearing, normally having it removed before she was even on the same planet as you, but seen as you fell asleep, you hadn't had a chance to hide it. The orange cat-like creature was contently sat on your lap, a fluffy mane around his face.

"He looks cute," you smiled innocently. "And I think he likes it."

"I'm surprised you still have your hands after putting that on him. I can't believe he let you do that and that he fell asleep in it."

You moved Goose to the sofa beside you as you made your way around to the side of the sofa.

"I have a little secret to do with what Goose and I get up to when you're not home."

You pulled out the box that you had slotted behind the sofa and hidden from your girlfriend since you had been living together. Moving the box onto the arm of the sofa, you opened it, revealing numerous cat-sized costumes and a small stack of photographs. You handed her the pictures.

"I dress him up whenever you're gone. I didn't think he'd let me at first, but I think he likes it, or at least he tolerates it," you shrugged.

Carol flicked through the pictures, looking at Goose dressed up in a variety of different costumes.

"I don't know whether to be mad that you hid this from me or to be happy at how adorable he is," she sighed. "But for now you should be relieved that Goose likes you enough to dress him like that."

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Written by Charlotte.

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