Len hesitated, looking out between the branches. His eyes flicked upwards once more, searching the skies, but there was no sign of wings or thrusters.

"We surrender," he said. "But we leave a message." He pulled the ring off of his finger and carefully threaded it onto a protruding branch. If his friends searched this shore, they would find the shelter, and know they were here. He took a branch and drew the word 'hydra' on the sandy ground.

Then he looked at Bucky. "You ready to go?"