Re: log: flash/felicity mission
Girls who fucking hated being saved hadn't been high-wire over danger, the kind that didn't matter if you were pretty or you were young or that you were hellaciously confident that you could make it across. Felicity remembered conversations conducted with the mob and no, she didn't mind being bailed out by somebody who reminded her of the Spider, no matter how high his creep factor was. Flash had the good nature of a boy scout and despite the costume and the awful sound of laughter inside that suit, she felt hope budding resolute against her rib-cage. This? Was kind of fun.
But she was swallowed whole by blackness in a moment, dropped through water into the dim recesses of a lake that dulled every sense except the white electric of panic that rose up through her throat like choked silence. For a split second? She forgot the mansion. She forgot Flash, she forgot everything except being in pitch-black and alone and without a goddamn thing to fight or run from, and when his hand came down on her shoulder, her fingers closed around his wrist in a vice, preparing to twist her weight into found-enemy in the dark.
The light came back. The panic was adrenaline bleeding into her ears as sound rushed back in, surf on shore. She bit her lower lip and when she looked up from floor to Flash, it was perfect schooled smile and not a wrinkle out of place.
"So that was all you, babe. My luck? Doesn't run to creepy dudes walking in on me." And she shoved the door open with quiet force and slunk down the corridor as her breath evened in her chest and she trusted that the boy scout? Would follow her safely behind.