there  is  a  low  and  throaty  chuckle  that  escapes  mar-vell.  “my  friend,  do  not  be  a  subspecies  of  beings  who  have  a  god  complex.  it  will  do  little  good  to  you.”  it’s  no  secret  the  blue  kree  looked  down  upon  the  pink  kree,  nearly  seeing  them  as  abominations  and  too  similar  to  humans.  the  kree  bloodline  had  been  tainted  with  interspecies  mating.  “but  as  i  said  before,  present  your  claims  and  i  may  be able  to assist  you.  no  need  for,  all  of  this.”  hand  waves  vaguely  between  them.  mar-vell  would  like  to  take  the  diplomatic  approach  before  action.

         _{he was trying to do this the only way he knew would possibly bring results. simply asking would get him no where most of the time, but maybe this was one of the few times it would grant him access to what he needed. if not? well, he’d tried all ways, but simply doing what was absolutely needed. “my family is after me.” it wasn’t the entire  truth – not even close to it actually, but he figured he’d start small,  and work his way from there.”i can’t go back home and even if i could? i’d be put in a cell far worse than you can possibly imagine.”}