Who: Lara Croft and Peter Parker What: A rescue! When: Around nowish. Where: Her/Their house in the English countryside. Warnings: Who knows? Probable swearing, possible smutty action. We'll see where it goes.
The last couple of months had gone by without any incident. No more shootings, no more crazy temples to raid or tombs to ravage. She'd been doing her job at the university, and Peter had been going to school or work and fighting crime, once he healed that is. Neither of them had really brought up the incidents of the day he got shot, but Lara had never stopped thinking of that day, and it eventually came to a boiling point.
Intent on throwing herself into exercise in an effort to stop thinking about Peter, she ran five miles, biked ten more, hit the weights for an hour and a half and once she'd just about exhausted herself, she was sweaty and looking forward to a swim in the pool. Dragging herself up to her room, she changed into the tiniest bikini she had. The least amount of fabric resistance to her swimming, the better. As she climbed the diving board at the deep end of the pool, she caught herself in a yawn. All the roommate niceties she and Peter had been trying for were catching up with her, as she'd been putting in longer hours away from the house to stay out of his way. And all those hours cut into her sleep.
Standing at the top of the diving board, she turned to face the ladder, the tips of her toes curled on the edge of the board, her heels high as her feet arched. Lara spread her arms wide and jumped off the board, twisting to the side and over, in a complicated pattern. Just as it looked like she was going to clear the board, her neck relaxed just a bit too much, and she smacked the board full on, taking a shot to the temple. Lara flailed in the air as she began to fall into unconsciousness, her body falling like a limp rag doll to smash into the water relentlessly.