WHO : Katsurou Romanoff and Clinton Barton WHEN: After his arrival in the past WHERE: SHIELD Helicarrier RATING: TBD STATUS: In progress.
Katsurou struggled under the weight of his own body. Magic. Science. Whatever that was, Katsurou thought they should dub it the ex-girlfriend because that little device Doom had, had hurt. So much light, and scarily enough, silence. But he was pretty sure that deafening ringing was a sound now. As was the all alert sound on the Helicarrier. But… why was he on the Helicarrier?
The young man shifted a bit but ended up hissing in pain as his eyes were exposed to the all too bright lights of the helicarrier. His glasses in his mask had broken from the impact. Along with ya know… him. He tried to take stock of his injuries as his parents taught him. Back felt solid. Likely sore from bruised muscles and bones. He could still move, so likely no spinal injury. Everything was covered, so the light wasn’t painful aside from the quick burn to his eyes.
“Tech… Mystic?....Caroline… Billy…” He called for each of them, but didn’t hear any of them respond.
Shit.
He moved to stand but felt his leg buckle under him when white hot pain quickly traveled up from his ankle to his knee to his hip. He panted heavily from his spot on the floor. He had to get up. He had to find them and figure out what the hell was going on. Oh and never forget he had to do this blind because Doom broke his glasses. Bully.