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Okay, this looks good.

Beautiful sunny day, a stack of magazines to flip through, a killer outfit, and nothing but the sound of the waves to keep me company while I catch up on all the outdated celebrity gossip. It should be paradise. People pay thousands of dollars for this exact kind of vacation.

Except I'm bored out of my mind. Ugh. I make it halfway through a Janet van Dyne fashion retrospective until I decide I've had enough lounging to last me a lifetime and shove the magazine back under the rock I've been using to prevent them all from flying away. Untying my sarong, I bunch it into a ball and shove it into my sunhat to keep its shape, sliding my sunglasses around the brim.

I squint out towards the ocean. The waves aren't too bad today, meaning I might actually get a decent swim out of the deal instead of wishing I had a surfboard. Toeing off my flip flops, I make a run for it, biting back a totally badass shriek at the temperature change and barreling forward 'til I'm thigh deep in the water.

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"Guess the ocean still thinks it's winter. Okay, c'mere," he said, keeping a hand flat on the board and gesturing with the other for Kate to join him.

My eyes narrow a little, but I walk towards him, anyway, guard way up.

"Why, so you can splash me?"

"No, Hawkingbird," Chase answered, angling an eyebrow at her and keep his hand extended toward her, palm up, "so I can teach you how to surf. Come on."

"Ugh, seriously?" I roll my eyes at the nickname, trying to decide whether it's better or worse than Lady Hawkguy and thinking it splits about even. On the plus side, being annoyed with him helpfully distracts from his abs, and I maturely resist the temptation to twist his arm around his back and make him apologize.

I'm grateful to find his hand is still warm when I take it, shooting him a little look. "Have you ever taught anyone to surf before?"

"Nope, so this'll be fun for both of us," he said, grinning, tugging her over and moving so she could get between him and the board before releasing her hand to steady it.

"Okay, so lie down, on your tummy, lined up down the middle of the board. You're probably going to wanna scoot down, a little, make sure your feet have some room to kick. Not much, just a few inches. I've got the board, don't worry about that."

"'Tummy'?"

I don't do boats or really much that has to do with water, but I figure being a kick ass athlete on land and a decent enough swimmer has got to help me out here at least a little bit. Trusting that Chase actually does have the board, I pull myself up, balancing on my hands and knees for a second before carefully stretching my legs out behind me, feet sinking back down into the ocean.

"This feels ridiculous."

"Yeah, but eventually it looks cool," Chase said.

"It's a lot like being a teenage super hero in that regard. Okay, I'm gonna let go and move back, you're going to get a feel for your balance then paddle after me. Got it?"

He started backward, moving his arms in the paddling motion.

"Like that, toward me."

I didn't realize just how steady he was keeping the board until he lets go and the whole thing lists to the side. Gripping the edges, my focus is solely on making sure I don't tip over for the duration of the paddling demonstration, riding out a shallow wave until I think I can handle letting go long enough to swim over towards him.

It doesn't feel any less ridiculous, but at least this part comes with a sense of accomplishment.

"Yeah, right, exactly like a teenage superhero."

He laughed a little and went to stand beside the board, lightly resting a hand on her back and making damn sure not too far down. He didn't feel like getting beaten up.

However tempting it might have been.

"Okay,so you- Do you do yoga or anything?"

I tell myself I shiver 'cause of the water, but even I'm not buying that lie. God, at least I'm not blushing. I mean, he's a friend, so, like, this should be a total non-issue.

"Uh-- Yeah. Yoga. Pilates. Why?"

"Cuz that's gonna make this next part easier. So bring your hands in by your chest, like you were gonna do a plank position kinda thing, and then in one really smooth movement just bring your legs in under you and stand up." He tapped the board with his free hand.

"You want them to land right there, about where your waist is now. You know that corny pose from all the movies, that's exactly what you want. Doesn't matter which foot is in front of the other. I'm gonna keep the board steady with one hand, you're gonna try this and probably fail really hard, and I will make sure you don't smack your face on the board on the way down. The way I did. Over and over again, when I was figuring this out. Okay?"

Giving the instructions was fun. Kate was skeptical but listening, and it was nice to be doing something, and even nicer to be doing with with another human. He wasn't thinking about past birthdays, about games and spring breaks with no parents or, if he was really unlucky, with both of them. He wasn't thinking about his team, or Gert. He wasn't even thinking that much about how stellar all the views of Kate in her bikini were from their respective positions- he was mostly just thinking about how to get Kate standing on the board.

"Plank position, corny pose, got it," I say with a nod that's all confidence. I still work out everyday, maybe not with as much purpose as I would at home, but habits like that are to break. My body's still plenty strong and I get all the way up to standing before I run into trouble, my feet too close together on the board. I windmill my arms to keep steady, but it's too little, too late, the water breaking with a splash as I topple down.

Sputtering, I stand up, pushing salt water out of my nose. "...okay, yeah, let's try that again."

Chase tried not to grin too widely as he steadied the board for her second attempt. It was funny, watching Kate do anything even remotely ungainly, but the look of determination that had settled onto her features was clearly no joke.

"That was totally not bad for a first wipeout. That was entirely respectable."

"Shut up."

It's easier, climbing up the second time, but only because I know what to expect. I have good balance. Great balance. This should totally be a piece of cake. Determined, I'm smarter about my foot placement, bending my knees to lower my center of gravity and keeping my arms aloft. It feels goofy. It probably looks goofier. But I manage to stay up long enough to grin--

Which is when a wave hits and I land back in the water, falling ass over elbows. Smacking my lips at the salt -- yuck -- I point at Chase.

"Just so you know, we're staying out here 'til I get it right."

Chase held both hands up in defeat and acceptance.

"Can't think of a better reason to drown. Come on, third time's a charm."

Glaring, I set my mouth in a thin line, trying to ignore the extreme sodium intake. I turn a little to watch the horizon, making sure I won't be upset by another stupid wave. Once the coast seems relatively clear, I climb up, adjusting my balance as I go -- just little course corrections so that by the time I'm on my feet again, I have a solid foundation, taking care to be as aware of the environment as I am my own body.

Letting out a breath, I wait a whole ten seconds before I ask, "Okay, now what?"

Chase laughed briefly, gently taking hold of the nose of the board and tipping it to one side to knock her off.

"Now we do it again, but that was incredible."

"You little--!"

I don't even have time to finish the sentence before I'm back in the water, let alone try to stop him. (Though how, exactly, I've got no idea.) I'm seeing red by the time I resurface, coughing. I reach over the board to punch him in the shoulder, pulling it just enough that it won't bruise.

"What the hell?"

"Ow! You did it!" he said, ducking away and rubbing at his shoulder.

"It was awesome! Now you have to do it again! We'll go three, three successes and then we'll find you a wave to take in a ways. No hitting."

"Fair is fair, you knocked me over!"

I fold my arms, staring up at him with a frown. I mean, like, the water's been doing a fine enough job without him helping. Letting the rest of my annoyance boil over, I pull the board back towards me and start the increasingly familiar process all over again.

Two more times. I can totally do two more times.

Chase didn't bother not grinning, because he liked bossy girls that didn't take shit. That was probably a byproduct of being more or less constantly surrounded by such girls since he was 16 years old.

She did it two more times with relative ease, at least compared to how long it had taken Chase at first, and eventually he had her turned around, facing the shore.

"Okay," he said, swimming back a few feet, treading with the absentminded ease of someone who spent a lot of their time in the water.

"Everything you'd been doing, just do it with the wave. I'll take it with you, so I'll be just a few feet away the whole time, all right?"

"C'mon, I've so got this."

We're not far enough out that I'm worried about drowning, but I keep looking over my shoulder, a little tense as I wait for the wave. It's hard not to feel small out here, knowing there's literally nothing else out there except the second island, this place, and ocean as far as the eye can see. When the wave finally comes, I feel like I'm going to pitch forward so I lean back, trying to shift my weight enough to stay standing.

It works -- for about a second. I blow my balance and get thrown from the board, the world going topsy turvy in front of my eyes until the shore's replaced with bright blue water that burns. I come up gasping, the wind knocked out of me. My hair pulled loose from its elastic, draping over my shoulders and face like a salty black curtain. I dunk my head again to clear my vision and slick my hair back, though the elastic's long gone.

"That could've been worse!"

Chase rode the wave just far enough to catch up with the board, grabbing hold easily and slipping onto it, the movements practiced and easy and sure, and he turned it to paddle back over toward Kate.

"Could've been way worse, you totally looked like you knew what you were doing until like, the split second before you didn't, anymore."

He planted his hands in the middle of the board and pulled himself up so he was straddling it.

"Want to watch me take one in, then give it another shot?"

"Oh, yeah, sure, show off," I tell him with a roll of my eyes. He hasn't even done anything particularly impressive yet, but he already looks about twenty times more at ease than I did -- which means I've probably found a new hobby. I'm kind of used to being awesome at stuff, but it never comes without hard work.

I wonder where I can get a surfboard?

"Try not to rub it in too much when I fall on my face again."

"I promise," he said, grinning, and lowered himself seamless back onto his stomach to paddle the board a little farther out and turn it about. It was only a couple minutes before the next swell, and fell into the instinctual rhythm of paddling, arms cutting swaths through the water and then pushing up, center of gravity sinking in and posture shifting until he was turning the board along the crest, and he rode the wave- mild and gentle, if a good size- into the shore. He flashed Kate a thumbs up before paddling back out again, and slipped off the board to submerge briefly before coming up, scrubbing a hand through his hair as he pushed the board over to her.

"Okay, now you."

There's no way in hell I can outdo him. Which, yeah, sucks a little, but I'm not going to let that stop me even if I do make a fool out of myself. If hanging out with Clint's taught me anything, it's that you don't have to be the best to try for the best, no matter the odds. So even though the chances of making a fool of myself are pretty damn high, I go for it, replaying his instructions in my head.

It goes better than the last attempt, the time I spend actually standing longer than the time I spent submerged once I fall off, and I'm laughing when I come up for air, breathless from the rush of having managed to stay up for most of the wave.

"Ohmigod."

"That was great!" Chase laughed, paddling over and slinging an arm onto the board, hanging on opposite her.

"You did awesome!"

I'm still fighting to catch my breath, but I'm grinning from ear to ear. This so beats sunbathing.

"How do you get it to turn? Is it just, like, leaning or--?"

"Yeah, it's shifting your weight," Chase said, nodding.

"You just kind of get a feel for it. It's pretty addicting."

I knock on the board.

"So who do I talk to get me one of these things?"

"Aaah, a good question. Sometimes there are people around who can make 'em, sometimes you get presents from the island in the form of the very sleek and beautiful Wyland shortboard you see before you. If we make one for you, we should make a long board, they're easier to learn on and can take a lot of damage," he said, absently smoothing a hand over the board.

"I've got a pretty good tool set in the scrapyard, so unless there's a master around, I can set you up with one."

"A Chase Stein original, huh?" I say, biting back a teasing grin. "Well, if you're half as good at building as you are at teaching, I think I'll be in safe hands."

"I'm way, way better at building than I am at teaching," Chase replied, grinning a little back.

"I may be dumb but I'm good with my hands."

I arch an eyebrow, slowly, and give him a measured look. Or as measured as I can, with the water jostling us around with each new, rolling wave. In a lot of ways, he's different than I remember -- and I'm not just talking about looks, though those, uh, have definitely changed. But he's been through some stuff. Grown up a lot. And I get that, more than anyone here really knows -- even Billy and Teddy.

"Hey," I say, reaching for his nearest hand. "I don't hang out with dumb people."

It was partly instinctual, the way Chase turned his fingers against Kate's to thread them a little, the way the pad of his thumb skirted along the life line that traced across her palm. The thing was, she was capable and a super hero and a bad ass and smart and, also, as it happened, sexy as hell. Not that that meant anything necessarily, it just was particularly true in the moment.

"You don't have to flatter me just because it's my birthday, yanno."

My eyes widen a little, brightening at that little nugget of news.

"Your birthday, huh?" I say, squeezing his hand. "Why didn't you say anything sooner, Old Guy? We should celebrate--! Get the guys or something. Go to one of the bars."

"Well, y'know, the big four oh can be a little daunting," he laughed. Old guy. Yup, that was him. He'd gone from being a teenage renegade whose solemn vow was to never trust adults to being a twenty something who worked with Tony Stark, of all people, on occasion and who had outlived or outlasted most of his friends. It was difficult to get excited about celebrating.

Kate's enthusiasm helped a little, though.

"Yeah, I think I was going to be seeing some people at the Hub, but not until tonight. I didn't exactly send out a blast on Facebook about it, y'know?"

"I miss my cellphone," I sigh, but I don't mope about it for too long.

"But if you were going anyway, I'm inviting myself along. I'll even get you a drink."

"What? No," Chase groaned.

"That makes me look like such an asshole, because now I can say I was two seconds away from inviting you and it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. God, I'm friends with a lot of bossy women," he added, looking not at all like this was actually a problem for him.

He also hadn't let go of her hand yet and idly wondered if that was weird.

It literally takes him saying that for me to realize he's maybe not single. And why would he be? I can't be the only person's who thought to look. Even on Supermodel Island he sticks out.

Except he's still holding my hand. But that could mean any one of a billion things, and reading too much into it is just going to give me a headache. Ugh. I pull my hand away, but only to pat his arm like a total tool.

"And don't forget it."

The arm pat. Ouch. Chase just smiles and slipped down off the board, enough to dip his head and slick his hair back.

"Okay, ride one more in, then let's drink some."

I have no idea whether or not I did the right thing there, but I'm kicking myself anyway. Whatever Chase might be, I can't really see him as the cheating type. He would've mentioned if he had a girlfriend, right? I just don't want to be that girl who flirts with other people's boyfriends. It's so not who I am -- if that could even count as flirting.

I am so overthinking this. He's a friend. That's it. Neither of us did anything wrong and if he has a girlfriend, well, he has a girlfriend. Doesn't mean we can't be friends. It's not like I like him or anything, right?

Yeah. Right.

"You're on."

Edited 2013-04-12 00:24 (UTC)

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