Captured (a short story)

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Namors pov

As I glide through the night sky I scan the ocean waters carefully. I was informed by Attuma there was a sighting of a boat.

Not just any boat ,but an Russian USSR boat. Wasn't sure if they were passing by, or being sneaky into exploring more of this part of the ocean.

As I skim the ocean I spot the boat on the water with a bright light flashing up into the sky. I fly to it carefully, without being noticed and stay in the darkness.

I observe the ship and see a few men and a woman aboard. I spot a strange machine like boat on the end of the boat that looks like its about to release into the waters. I quickly dive down into the ocean waters below me , and swim toward the ship quickly.

As I swim closer I stop and suddenly see the machine released into the water. I watch as it takes off into the depths. I quickly swim straight ahead just enough to be far way to see the front. I see a glass wall and behind it a woman and a man.

They observe the ocean in front of them and speak to each other. I squint my eyes and clench my spear in my hand. As It passes me I swim behind it and suddenly grab the back of it stopping it from moving.

I slowly push it back in the direction it came from, and quickly go underneath it and lift it up in my hands. With force I swim fast getting it out of the waters. I know most likely the humans are terrified and confused, but that's what I wanted.

I need to not be seen, because if they did see me I would have to kill them, and their lives would end here. I could not risk any possibility of my existence with the surface world. My job was to protect my nation, by any means necessary.

I carefully , but quickly toss the boat back onto their own ship, and dive back into the waters without being seen. I watch from the waters as I peep my head out observing them.

They are confused, and shocked as they emerge from the machine and the women falls from the boat onto the floor gasping for air. I see a few men that were on the boat run to them and lean down.

"What happened? are you okay? Asha can you breathe?!" One man asks helping her up.

My blood freezes as I hear that name.

Asha?

Clearly this woman isn't my Asha, but has her name. I look at the blonde women who looks up to the man with heavy breaths. "Something is out there, all of a sudden we were pushed back."

I quickly dive down into the waters as I start to think of her.

I haven't seen her in days. I wonder how she is, and if her father is okay.

I've forced myself to not think about her as much, but hearing that name now has snapped me back into thinking of her face.

Letting her leave back to Wakanda, was probably the best thing I could do for her. Besides, their were starting to be more speculations about my relations to her in the kingdom.

Queen Dorma has summoned me many times, since her absence and requested to see her face to face. I've lied to the Queen and told her she escaped. I did not think Asha was this supernatural being that would be a bridge between our two nations. Letting her leave Talokan was the best thing I could do for her, she needed to be with her father.

All I wondered now was if I was going to see her again. I wanted to see her again.

Ashas pov

As I sit on the floor crossed legged, I stare up at the sunset. Okoye sits next to me to as she stares at the ombre sky colors of pinks and oranges.