The smoke in the corridor had yet to clear. Scalding blood soaked the cold metal deck, its glaring red mingling with dust and debris in a scene so horrific it made one's chest tighten.
Natasha knelt nearby, looking at Coulson, who was drenched in blood and breathing so faintly he had almost stopped. It felt as though a heavy stone had struck her chest, and a dull, persistent ache welled up inside her.
Agent Coulson, the loyal, gentle, ever-enthusiastic comrade who had fought alongside her for so long, lay dying before her. Blood kept pouring from the wound through his chest, and his life was rapidly slipping away.
Grief swept through Natasha, but she dared not dwell on it. Forcing down the sting in her eyes and her anger, she immediately gave an urgent report on the situation over her communicator.
Everyone knew that, aboard the entire Helicarrier, only Rimuru could snatch someone from the jaws of death.
As long as he got there, Coulson still had a chance of survival!
But the damaged engine area was another, utterly absurd scene.
Rimuru was sprawled over a broken metal railing, watching with great interest.
Below him, the engine was half destroyed, air currents spun wildly, and turbine fragments whirled madly. Tony stood on a precarious piece of armor, using the erratic wind pressure as he rushed to repair the engine. He swayed back and forth with the currents, looking for all the world as though he were playing on a giant pinwheel high in the air.
Rimuru was having so much fun watching the show that he lost track of everything else, immersed in the spectacle from start to finish.
More importantly,
out of everyone aboard the Helicarrier, only three people weren't wearing combat earpieces.
One was Banner, whom Rimuru had