A woman with brown hair and dark chocolate eyes overlooks the dark ocean with determination in her dark eyes. Her slim body rested in a leather pilot seat in the front of a sleek black jet with a class interior.
A man with blond hair and icy blue eyes sits next to the determined woman. His hands gripped the navigation controls to the jet with a vice grip. He also looked determined and focused on a far away thought.
The two determined pilots occasionally gave each other wary smiles and nodded as if to assure one another, but secretly they were both hyped up in adrenalin.
The man with the blond hair constantly bounced one of his knees while he brought the plane above some thick clouds.
The brunette tapped her long nails against her gun, which laid on her hip with a leather strap keeping it to her side. She was never the person for high stress missions, but this mission was different.
She was rescuing friends.
That's why she was so determined. Usually, she'd be panicking while she picked at her fresh nail polish, but this time she was motivated. She couldn't risk being nervous. Not this time.
The jet begins to dip through the clouds and the brown haired woman looks at the original pilot sitting next to her. "We close?" The woman croaks. She tried to clear her throat after she heard her frog-like voice.
"Very." The blue-eyed man answers by stopping the movement of the jet. The jet stays idle in the air for a few seconds before it starts descending into the ocean. The jet bumps around a little from the sudden landing on the bouncy water.
"I can't believe this jet floats on water." The woman says while getting up from her chair. "I wish I was a king." The woman adds with a smile.
The blond man finished shutting off the jet and stands up from his seat also, a small smirk on his lips. "You'd be a queen, Tove." The man says matter-of-factly.
Tove, the brown haired woman, rolls her eyes at the built man standing next to her. "Are you sure you name is Captain America? Sometimes I think it should be Captain Obvious." Tove says with a smile.
Captain America, also famously known as Steve Rogers, waves the girl off and walks to the back of the jet. He reaches his hands up to a wetsuit that was tucked inside a net. He grabs two wet suits and tosses one if them at Tove. "Suit up."
Tove pulls off her dark blue shirt and drops her black skinny jeans to the floor, revealing a two piece swimsuit from underneath. She then pulls the wet suit over her body, struggling to get the material over her hips while doing so.
"Did you have this problem?" Tove questions her partner.
Steve chuckles while zipping up his suit all the way to his neck. "Nope." He simply says.
Tove rolls her eyes and mumbles a few vulgar words under her breath.
Eventually, she gets the suit over her hips and then struggled to get her arms in the tight sleeves. Once she zips up the tight wet suit, she grabs the oxygen tank that rested in a separate leather seat. She slings it over her back and attaches random tubes to a mask that dangled from another set of tubes.
Steve tries to mimic the same actions his partner was doing, but he remained confused and he frustratedly sighs when Tove finishes connecting her tubes.
"Can you help me?" Steve asks with a small voice. Tove couldn't help but chuckle while walking foreword to help her friend out.
Tove admired the man who was once an icicle, but sometimes he looked smarter than what he actually was. He was a great planner and had an amazing skill set, but is he experienced with adventurous things like scuba diving gear? No. Not at all.
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Deter || b.barnes || 2 ✔️
Fanfiction"You guys realize that's not even remotely funny on our end." "It was a little funny. If your minds in a deep rooted dark optimistic stage of hope." Post CACW
