Re: [Epic: A Conclusion in a Hundred Parts. Boston.]
[He has the watch from Tony, remember. Still, he says nothing to Selina. He just curses her under his breath and pulls the nose of the ship up, the angle steep, against the alarmed beeping of controls and an automated voice that speaks in some language he doesn't know, one that's probably telling him to even things out before the ship stalls. The roar inside is loud and unrelenting, the small (and only) door open, catching and slicing, aerodynamic drag tugging at the ship like a child's greedy hands. Steve can't talk anymore, he doesn't roger JARVIS. It's too cold and there's too little air. The helmet he jammed onto his head is too big and covered on the inside with a strange... slime.
The watch tells him Stark is heading right for him, falling fast, dropping hundreds of feet per second.
They'll take damage from wreckage, but that's the least of Cap's worries. As he nears the freefalling fireball, he sharply levels the ship, downward, and locks in what he hopes is autopilot. There's barely any room in the ship, but that'll just have to do.
With all the control of a soldier in a panic, shield back around his arm, the straps of the seat barely containing him, he reaches a hand out in the tearing wind toward Tony. He still can't talk, but hopefully the sidelong dive of a nearby ship will catch Stark's attention.
The ship clips the wreckage and wobbles dangerously, close to a spin-out, but holding on. Come on, come on.]