they'll have to go through you first
Why it mattered, Claire couldn't say, but the bulletin board had made her restless in the past few days, more so even than months past. Ideally, she would have considered it simple proof of the fact that, willing or otherwise, she was starting to assimilate into island life, caring so much for her fellow citizens that having the ideal five overseeing the group was of utmost importance to her. But Claire knew that wasn't it- no matter how many friends she had on the island, if crisis truly stuck, she could think of upwards of a dozen people who would be able to save them all. Superheroes, in her mind, more than a personal savior or someone with remarkable strength of will, but instead people with the very experience of facing crisis after crisis.
If the sky really did start to fall, there were people to keep it standing.
Yet this time, it was Peter who stole the majority of Claire's worries and attention, a part of her wishing that the island would at least give a nod to all of the accomplishments he'd managed, rather than taking too long to forgive a speech given heated, in the moment, too soon after Mary Jane's departure. Which one of them hadn't screamed, cried, torn themselves apart over a departure?
But those in the spotlight always had more consequences to suffer from it.
She'd managed to calm herself that morning by another round of rock diving, new bruises joining a few of the old, wherever water had made more impact than ideal, or wherever she tripped on any of the hikes she'd been pushing herself on as of late. Hair still damp, she paused on her usual way back to the Compound, before deciding to stay out longer on the beach. Laying out a large towel, she exhaled softly as she sat down, quickly burying her feet into the sand. There was so much happening, she thought to herself. Yet, she seemed incapable of getting her hands in it all. An unusual turn of events.
If the sky really did start to fall, there were people to keep it standing.
Yet this time, it was Peter who stole the majority of Claire's worries and attention, a part of her wishing that the island would at least give a nod to all of the accomplishments he'd managed, rather than taking too long to forgive a speech given heated, in the moment, too soon after Mary Jane's departure. Which one of them hadn't screamed, cried, torn themselves apart over a departure?
But those in the spotlight always had more consequences to suffer from it.
She'd managed to calm herself that morning by another round of rock diving, new bruises joining a few of the old, wherever water had made more impact than ideal, or wherever she tripped on any of the hikes she'd been pushing herself on as of late. Hair still damp, she paused on her usual way back to the Compound, before deciding to stay out longer on the beach. Laying out a large towel, she exhaled softly as she sat down, quickly burying her feet into the sand. There was so much happening, she thought to herself. Yet, she seemed incapable of getting her hands in it all. An unusual turn of events.