Steve's still stretching when the blur of red locks go screaming past him, each stride she takes echoing in his bones from the wooden dock underfoot.
"Oh, it's going to be like that, is it?" he calls after her, shaking his head. All right, fine. If she wants to make it a contest, then they'll make it a contest. It's a hell of a lot easier than talking, anyway.
Steve jets off, the creak and shudder of old wood rattling like it might come apart, anger sinking into the river beneath like pebbles lost to the deep.
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Steve's still stretching when the blur of red locks go screaming past him, each stride she takes echoing in his bones from the wooden dock underfoot.
"Oh, it's going to be like that, is it?" he calls after her, shaking his head. All right, fine. If she wants to make it a contest, then they'll make it a contest. It's a hell of a lot easier than talking, anyway.
Steve jets off, the creak and shudder of old wood rattling like it might come apart, anger sinking into the river beneath like pebbles lost to the deep.