[ She's not going to let Melinda May find her lacking, of all people. If it takes a literal leap of faith, then she can do that.
A breeze flicks at her hair — long again, here, the simulation deceptively normal compared to her difficulties in the real world. She takes a few steps backwards, but she's not backing down, just giving herself a run-up. Her face set in determination, she takes a few long strides and leaps —
Falls —
Keeps falling, her stomach lurching even as she looks around for something to grab a hold of, spreads her arms and legs like a skydiver to slow her descent. And it does slow, unnaturally so, until she could be sinking through thick jello rather than air, drifting downwards. Someone on the outside looking out for her.
Hitting the ground light as a feather still feels like failure. Natasha looks around for something to take her back to the top. ]
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[ She's not going to let Melinda May find her lacking, of all people. If it takes a literal leap of faith, then she can do that.
A breeze flicks at her hair — long again, here, the simulation deceptively normal compared to her difficulties in the real world. She takes a few steps backwards, but she's not backing down, just giving herself a run-up. Her face set in determination, she takes a few long strides and leaps —
Falls —
Keeps falling, her stomach lurching even as she looks around for something to grab a hold of, spreads her arms and legs like a skydiver to slow her descent. And it does slow, unnaturally so, until she could be sinking through thick jello rather than air, drifting downwards. Someone on the outside looking out for her.
Hitting the ground light as a feather still feels like failure. Natasha looks around for something to take her back to the top. ]