Len began cursing the moment the ambush was called, at least internally. He couldn't believe HYDRA had managed to get past all of them - and worst of all, they had all been forced to reveal their advanced weaponry and abilities. Ray was the only exception, and he noticed him going to ground near James, with Mick covering him as he torched HYDRA soldiers.
All Len knew was that he couldn't allow Bucky to get hurt or killed. He probably wouldn't have been here if it weren't for them, and that meant the ambush could kill him and change history. So he kept very close to Bucky and fired blast after blast of ice.
Too many, it seemed, as they started to fall.
He saw Bucky hit the water first. He was lucky, landing between the rocks instead of on any of them, and he came up sputtering a moment later. He looked around, shouting Bucky's name, and then saw a figure floating in the water, face down.
With a snarl, he swam to Bucky, fighting the pull of the current that was sweeping both of them downstream at an unfortunate pace. He grabbed the other man and turned him over, treading water and just trying to keep both of them afloat.
Thankfully, he seemed to be breathing, but there was a cut on his forehead that was still bleeding sluggishly.
Another quarter mile downstream, and Len was starting to tire. He hadn't seen Kendra or Raymond in the air, which meant that the others might not have seen where he went. Which also meant that rescue was not imminent.
But the ravine walls had lowered and the river had widened, slowing down considerably. He made for the nearest shore, swimming awkwardly with the burden of the other man. He wasn't a strong swimmer, but he made it, and hauled Bucky out of the water on a rocky sort of beach. Beyond was a stand of dark trees.
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All Len knew was that he couldn't allow Bucky to get hurt or killed. He probably wouldn't have been here if it weren't for them, and that meant the ambush could kill him and change history. So he kept very close to Bucky and fired blast after blast of ice.
Too many, it seemed, as they started to fall.
He saw Bucky hit the water first. He was lucky, landing between the rocks instead of on any of them, and he came up sputtering a moment later. He looked around, shouting Bucky's name, and then saw a figure floating in the water, face down.
With a snarl, he swam to Bucky, fighting the pull of the current that was sweeping both of them downstream at an unfortunate pace. He grabbed the other man and turned him over, treading water and just trying to keep both of them afloat.
Thankfully, he seemed to be breathing, but there was a cut on his forehead that was still bleeding sluggishly.
Another quarter mile downstream, and Len was starting to tire. He hadn't seen Kendra or Raymond in the air, which meant that the others might not have seen where he went. Which also meant that rescue was not imminent.
But the ravine walls had lowered and the river had widened, slowing down considerably. He made for the nearest shore, swimming awkwardly with the burden of the other man. He wasn't a strong swimmer, but he made it, and hauled Bucky out of the water on a rocky sort of beach. Beyond was a stand of dark trees.