Note: I modified the story from the theme song, so that the people included are the ones who were on the Helicarrier at the time of the explosion. Basically, I switched out Loki for Hawkeye (since Hawkeye was still under Loki’s control). This takes place in an alternate universe; what would’ve happened if the Helicarrier had been destroyed, so most likely no spoilers. New installments every Thursday. Enjoy! 😀
Steve’s strokes quickened, pushing him through the water. He’d been swimming for hours, and his arms and legs were starting to feel numb. An island meant an end to his desperate struggle. And no more worries about sharks.
He knew he could get there faster if he left his shield behind, but it was a miracle he had found it in the water at all. He’d just assumed that it had been lost or destroyed. He wasn’t going to take a chance on losing it now.
The moment his feet touched the solid ground, he felt energy pulse through his body, and he nearly ran the rest of the way to shore. He stumbled when he finally stepped onto the dry, rocky beach. He made his way a little farther from the water and collapsed onto the ground. He was exhausted.
When the helicarrier had blown up, he hadn’t expected it to catch on fire. No one had. A little fuel leak was all it took. Then everyone was screaming and jumping into the water. He rubbed his eyes, trying to blot out the memories. How could anyone survive that? Did anyone else survive? Banner might have, if he had hulked out, and maybe Thor. He wasn’t sure about the others. His thoughts ended as he drifted off into an exhausted sleep.
The light was so bright.
Steve groaned and opened his eyes. Oh. The sun. The sand around him was steaming, and he could feel the heat radiating off of it. Everything came flooding back to him.
He sat up and looked around. The beach looked the same as it had yesterday, except not quite as awesome. After all, now he was stuck there. Then he noticed a familiar looking lump nearby near the shore a little ways down the beach. He leapt to his feet and hurried over to it, his fears mounting. He knelt by the limp form and laid his hand on the armored arm. The lump of tangled blond hair that was Thor’s head moved ever so slightly, before slowly turning to look dimly up at Steve. A moan escaped the Asgardian’s cracked lips.
He was alive, at least.
“Thor,” Steve said hoarsely. Thor moaned again, then rolled over, coughing as he moved onto his hands and knees, his head hanging down. He choked a little longer then tossed the hair out of his eyes. He looked over at Steve.
“The others, where are they? What happened to us?”
Steve’s shoulders drooped. “I don’t know where they are. The helicarrier thing exploded. I-I’m surprised you’re even alive.” He stood up and offered Thor his hand, helping him up. “Your hammer’s probably at the bottom of the ocean. It would be awfully helpful. Do you think you can get it?”
Thor nodded. “I do not know how far away it is. It might take a while, but I’m certain that it will work.”
Steve grinned weakly. “Good. And while you’re doing that, I’ll figure out a game plan.”
Tune in next Thursday for the next episode/installment!