Kiera stood on the roof of a building, nowhere near the edge.

Just do it.

Her mask’s eyes were wide with nervousness. Could she really do this?

Just jump.

She took a tentative step closer to the edge. She closed her eyes, her heart pounding. She couldn’t do it. She wasn’t cut out for this. She should just go back home and—

Everything happens for a reason, Kiera.

. . .

Do it for her.

She took a deep breath. She opened her eyes, her fear replaced with determination.

She would believe in you.

She took a step back, then started sprinting towards the edge. She crouched down and leapt off the building in one swift movement, flipping in midair. Her cape flared out in an array of colors, a stark contrast to the gloomy night sky.

 She thought she would fall.

But she was soaring.

It felt like the world was in slow motion. Like she was suspended in the air for ages. Her eyes widened with disbelief. She spun around and shot a web, swinging to the next building. And the next. And the next. She swung herself a bit too high and twirled in midair, shouting with delight.

She did it. She really did it!

She kept swinging through the city, her shouts reduced to gleeful laughter echoing through the streets. A reminder of the colorful hero that Brooklyn could rely on no matter what. And she just proved that, not to the people, but to herself.