"Get down from there."
Logically she knows it wouldn't work. Not even falling from a fucking plane with a temporary cure pumping through her veins had done it.
But she can't help remembering those long moments as she fell, when time had slowed down for her. The odd sense of calm despite either impending death or a Hulk out.
Finally she turned to the other woman, hair blowing into her face and forcing her to keep pushing it back. Wordlessly, she stepped down off of the ledge.











