Centuries | Endgame [8]

TWENTY

CENTURIES | ENDGAME
Chapter Twenty
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               ALLISON COULDN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME SHE WAS THIS COLD. But it was a comfort once again to be as cold as an ice cube.

She regained consciousness in a pit of rubble, surrounded by gushing water and fallen debris. Her head ached painfully, a drop of blood slipping down her face and staining her chapped lips. Bruce stood over her, holding up a large slab of stone that threatened to kill them all.

Rocket! Rocket's in trouble!

Allison's eyes widened as she heard her friend call desperately for help. "I can't breathe! I can't breathe!" he hurried to say through wheezes of breath. The Ice Demon turned to find him trap beneath a large rock, and she immediately crawled over, pushing herself to her knees. With gritted teeth and a throbbing body, she pushed against the slab, yelling out as she lifted it off Rocket's small body. He immediately scrambled out from beneath it, watching as a thin level of frost built up over the debris.

Rhodey collapsed beside Allison, falling from the War Machine suit as the sudden attack made the system malfunction. Allison picked up Rocket, cradling him against her chest protectively as she examined her surroundings. Small fires gave them minimal light through the scary darkness.

"Rhodey, Rocket, Allison!" Bruce called out through gritted teeth. "Get out of here."

Allison turned at the sudden sound of rushing water, and instinctively she lifted a hand. A powerful beam of ice shot out from the palm of her head, pushing against the powerful currently and connecting against the debris littered around them. It attached to the walls like scaffolding.

"I can't hold it forever!" she yelled through gritted teeth. She managed to give them a few seconds before the water broke through. Allison made sure to keep Rocket close to her chest, and as the water pushed them aimlessly through the caverns, Allison drifted off again. But this time, she let Frost take control.

On a higher level, Laurel was awake, sat beside Clint. She shook his body desperately, yelling his name and letting her voice echo through the metal tunnels they had fallen into. It was shockingly cold where they laid.

Slowly, Clint regained consciousness.

"We gotta go!" Laurel exclaimed, hurriedly picking her friend up from the harsh ground. He grunted and groaned, leaning against a stray rock. A deep frown overtook his features as Laurel held up the gauntlet, her right hand still wrapped securely around her staff. "We gotta get this thing out of here."

Clint quickly nodded in agreement. "Yes, lead the way."

Laurel didn't move though. "Where to though?"

Clint spun around, noticing a glimmer of light peering through the piles of stone above them. His shoulders slouched with exhaustion. They were deep.

Suddenly, the two were alerted as a growl echoed through the darkness behind them. The tunnel stretched for miles, and the sound could've merely been a piece of debris moving. Clint decided to not take the change and drew an arrow, the end of it lit up with a small torch. Turning around, he fired it into the darkness, revealing creatures of alien origin to be filling the tunnel.