Re: Oh hey, the sky is falling...
Fury was halfway across the deck to go into the control room and follow Iron Man's orders, yelling through the crackling static in his comm piece, when the helicopters were hurled from the deck. Those would have been a main method of evacuation for the carrier. The deck beneath him buckled as the bow was crushed. He continued to howl evacuation orders but there was just no time. His stomach dropped as the carrier began to fall and he leapt to grab onto something to hold steady. He struggled to gaze upwards, stunned as Magneto just...dissapeared. His comms were suddenly clear and all he could hear now was screaming, screams of terror in his air.
And then, with the same miraculous quality as Magneto's disappearance, the carrier was shuddering and then it it was still. The lethal descent had been halted and as Fury glanced up he saw Wanda high above him with arms outstretched and hands ablaze with light. The sheer impossibility of the situation was staggering, but then improbable odds were the Scarlet Witch's forte. He maneuvered himself until he was directly below her, staring upwards. He knew the shape she was in, had seen her lose consciousness a few times in the control room, felt her fingers shaking when he'd brought her out on deck. How long could she hold this? Probably, he reasoned, not very long.
He yelled over the screams that still continued in his ears, "GET THOSE ENGINES UP!" Then, in a whisper directed upwards, "Come on, girl, keep at it. Please."
Nicholas Joseph Fury, a lapsed Southern Baptist, was not a particularly religious man but now for just a moment he closed his eyes and he prayed.