[for Selina]
Mar. 20th, 2014 02:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
daretodoI’m still riding the adrenaline rush from a training session with Cap as I make my way back home. My t-shirt’s bunched into a ball in my hand, and I tip my face up to meet the sun through the trees. I wouldn’t say no to some rain to cool off, but the sky above me is clear.
Figures. When you want it to rain, there’s not a drop to be found.
I stop on the spot, taking in a deep breath — smelling the flowers, so to speak. When I look back ahead and see who’s coming down the boardwalk, my stomach flips, then drops out. There’s no room for a hasty exit, so I stand my ground, holding my empty hand palm out in a mocking gesture of surrender.
“I swear I’m not following you,” I tell one Selina Kyle. “It’s a free boardwalk.”
Figures. When you want it to rain, there’s not a drop to be found.
I stop on the spot, taking in a deep breath — smelling the flowers, so to speak. When I look back ahead and see who’s coming down the boardwalk, my stomach flips, then drops out. There’s no room for a hasty exit, so I stand my ground, holding my empty hand palm out in a mocking gesture of surrender.
“I swear I’m not following you,” I tell one Selina Kyle. “It’s a free boardwalk.”
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Date: 2014-03-22 10:34 pm (UTC)Only she didn't have one, if people knew her name and knew what she was. If that had followed her there. And anyway, it was one damn island she was stuck on. What good was freedom when you were literally trapped?
She tries not to think of the things she's done, that she'd had to do, to get her blank slate, to keep what excuse for a family she'd mustered safe. To save her own skin.
Peter Parker looks about as hunted as she feels.
"Then I'll avoid settling in. Thanks for the warning. I might owe you one." She turns and starts down the boardwalk, continuing the way she'd been originally going, and doesn't look back.