[For Nate] 15. Pressure

[forhawkeye]

I was desperate to prove a point and I was convinced that only something dramatic would suffice. That was my reasoning for standing at the top of the big waterfall, my bare toes curling over the edge of the jagged cliff. I'd removed my shoes about fifteen minutes prior, but they were the only article of clothing I'd done away with; otherwise, I was

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[throw_it_off]

"Kate?" he yelled back.

He'd pick out her form at the edge of the cliff, but couldn't be sure if it was her, didn't want to believe that it was her. He ran closer, but slowed his steps when she noticed him, not wanting to startle her into doing something stupid. Well, stupider than what it looked like she was already doing.

"Kate... what are you doing?"

[forhawkeye]

It was, of course, a perfectly rational question. That it was asked by Nate made it even more so. He was from a comparatively normal universe, after all, one where superheroes didn't exist save for comic books and movies and the odd live action television series. Of course he wouldn't understand. In my mind, it only convinced me all the more that what I was doing was precisely on target.

"Something reckless!"

[throw_it_off]

Okay. Ask an obvious question, get an obvious answer. But that didn't really help Nate figure out what was going on. Yesterday she had been stuttering and shy, acting like a wallflower. And today Kate was jumping off cliffs?

"Why?" he asked, coming closer. "Kate, come on, just step back, please?"

[forhawkeye]

"I do reckless things all the time!" I replied, knowing that much to be true. Going out to dinosaur territory could hardly be considered a safe activity. And so, instead of stepping back, I took the smallest of steps forward, once again holding my arms straight out.