The Deep Blue Giant adjusted his posture. His powerful legs, like thrusters, bent slightly, while the muscles in his back and arms instantly tensed like fully drawn bows.
The next second, he transformed into a deep-blue arrow that tore through the deep sea, trailing rolling bubbles and the lingering afterglow of energy as he shot toward where he sensed his companions might be—toward unknown darkness and danger!
There was no time to adapt to his body, no time to think about the future.
There was only one goal:
Save them! Save Natasha! Save Clint! Get them out of this deadly deep sea alive!
Natasha Romanoff's fingertips dug fiercely into the cold alloy inner wall of the escape pod. Every impact made the metal groan with a teeth-grating screech.
Murky seawater hissed through a vicious crack in the pod's wall, carrying a biting chill and a salty stench.
The red warning lights inside the pod flashed wildly, illuminating her bloodless face.
Every roar of the deep-sea behemoths, every collision between their energy blasts powerful enough to move mountains and fill seas, sent these Death Seas into violent turmoil.
Trillions of tons of seawater were kneaded and torn apart by invisible giant hands, forming destructive whirlpools that gripped their escape pod tightly like a desperate fallen leaf in raging waves.
Beyond the window lay only eternal darkness, darkness that devoured everything.
Every now and then, a burst of pale white or ghostly green light would flare in the distance, briefly illuminating the churning murky currents and the enormous, suffocatingly vast terrifying outlines tangled together in savage combat—three behemoths as massive as mountain ranges fighting desperately in the depths of the trench.
Every sweep of their tails, every energy torrent they unleashed, contained destructive force equivalent to millions of tons of TNT, stirring