More deadly still, cold seawater was flooding over the unresponsive half of his body at an astonishing speed, the waterline rapidly approaching his mouth and nose!
A chill colder and more deathly still than the deepest depths of the Mariana Trench instantly froze the newly born blood surging with violent energy through Steve's body!
Saving Natasha had already drained every ounce of potential from this newborn body, forcing him to wrestle with nature on the wire above death.
Now there were two!
And Clint's capsule was not merely on the verge of falling apart—it was already coming apart!
Several tons of seawater poured in every second, and every second, Clint's life was slipping away at a terrifying rate!
Time was no longer measured in seconds, but in the gaps between each beat of his heart, in the milliseconds it took for Nerve Signals to travel!
Thinking? Weighing options? Strategy? Before an absolute countdown to death, those were all luxuries!
The body's instincts—or rather, the absolute conviction engraved deep within Steve Rogers's soul, never abandon anyone—instantly took control of this War Machine known as the Deep Blue Giant!
His enormous left hand, as hard as forged steel, still gripped the reinforced outer frame of Natasha's capsule like a hydraulic clamp. His knuckles sank deep into the metal, becoming her only anchor, utterly unmoving!
At the same time, the core muscles around his waist and abdomen, as powerful as a battleship's main keel, erupted with terrifying force sufficient to snap steel trusses!
His entire upper body twisted violently toward Clint's capsule as though lashed by the whip of an invisible giant god!
The massive vortex stirred up by the movement sent Natasha's capsule rocking violently once more.
His right arm—the limb bearing the dual mission of destruction and salvation—was like the thunderbolt