Steve slowly opened his eyes. His head felt heavy, as if he could not catch his breath, but years of vigilance and combat instinct still let him control himself through sheer willpower.
He found himself imprisoned inside a transparent bubble. He could feel the movements of the waves around him, but that was all. The only thing he could move was his neck, and when he looked up, he could not even see the sunlight on the ocean's surface.
God, nobody had said Hell was a watery prison.
That was what Steve thought to himself. He tried clenching his fists and breaking free of the shackles around his wrists. The transparent liquid should have been water, yet it was like some elastic gel. No matter how he tore or twisted, it held him firmly in place.
This felt like magic.
Captain America seemed to have returned to the battlefields of World War II. The NAZI Sorcerer units had used magic as well, and that had been the period when he encountered magic most often.
But those Sorcerers with Submachine Guns preferred fire and Flash, because they represented Destruction. Dealing with those lunatics had generally been Magic Prince's job. He was the Mage of the Invaders.
And in Steve's memories, there was only one person who commanded water like this.
"Namor! Is that you?!"
He shouted inside the bubble, but he had no idea how far his voice could carry underwater.
He heard faint impacts coming from beside him. Turning his head, he saw Peggy.
She was trapped in an identical bubble right next to his. She was jumping up and down forcefully, making noise to draw Steve's attention.
Then she shouted loudly, but he could not hear her clearly. It was as though they were separated by countless mountains and