[ One second she's running as fast as she can, and the next she's being yanked, her whole body tumbling forward and nearly slipping with the effort of keeping up with her.
It's harder than she's ever pushed herself. She can feel her lungs burning and her legs aching. Her body not at all used to feeling this kind of burn. Aching, aching, aching, alive, alive, alive, it takes a direct sort of focus. Her world is snapped to what Parker is doing, what she's asked to do as the blood pounds in her ears.
Doesn't bother speaking this time, she takes the prompt - doesn't weigh much, small mercies. Using the boost to push herself up, latching her fingers onto the top of window to anchor herself. It's not neat, her feet scramble to find purchase on the old window panes until she can hook the ball of her foot against the window sill. Launching herself up and over the top of the window - but there's no Parker to catch her as she comes over the other side, nothing soft to land on and no knowledge of how to do it neatly.
So she hits the ground hard, angles with her shoulder where the bullet scraped her and the stab of pain is sharp and direct up her arm. Has the sense to bite into her lip to shut herself up and scrambles out of the way as quick as she can for Parker to follow. The sharp pain gives way to aching pain afterwards from the impact and she nurses what feels like a dead weight, waiting for her with ragged sharp breaths. ]
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It's harder than she's ever pushed herself. She can feel her lungs burning and her legs aching. Her body not at all used to feeling this kind of burn. Aching, aching, aching, alive, alive, alive, it takes a direct sort of focus. Her world is snapped to what Parker is doing, what she's asked to do as the blood pounds in her ears.
Doesn't bother speaking this time, she takes the prompt - doesn't weigh much, small mercies. Using the boost to push herself up, latching her fingers onto the top of window to anchor herself. It's not neat, her feet scramble to find purchase on the old window panes until she can hook the ball of her foot against the window sill. Launching herself up and over the top of the window - but there's no Parker to catch her as she comes over the other side, nothing soft to land on and no knowledge of how to do it neatly.
So she hits the ground hard, angles with her shoulder where the bullet scraped her and the stab of pain is sharp and direct up her arm. Has the sense to bite into her lip to shut herself up and scrambles out of the way as quick as she can for Parker to follow. The sharp pain gives way to aching pain afterwards from the impact and she nurses what feels like a dead weight, waiting for her with ragged sharp breaths. ]