Third Person POV
Stay alert." The words were heard throughout all of the avengers' ears, said by none other than Captain America himself. The team was called to a distress signal from a small island off Russia, and they weren't here to take chances. So far, not one human nor animal has endured a crossover with the team since they arrived. It brought an uneasy feeling to everyone's gut.
"What if we're too late?" Nat rang in. Tony Stark snarled and rang in as well. "Nonsense Romanoff.."
"The signal came from right....here." Stark awed, nothing was here.
"Friday, anything?"
"No sir." He cocked his head in confusion.
"We've been joked with cap, let's leave."
There was no response from the other end.
"Rogers?"
"Come eastward, you may want to see this." Cap gulped. When the rest of the team arrived, they found Steve, leaning on his knees, examining a shape in the snow.
"Body?" Clint asked.
"Yeah, but she's still alive." Steve replied, sinking deeper into the cold mixture.
"Stark, can you read her vitals." He looked up.
Tony huffed. "We're not, taking her back are we?"
Steve gave an irritated frown and gestured at the limp body. "Yeah, I can." Tony replied, asking Friday if she could give him all info on the female.
"Heart is still beating, but she'll die if not given proper care in the next hour or so..." she trailed off.
"Seems like she fell from that." Clint pointed to the large cliff, measuring hundreds of feet up.
"Then let's take her to the jet, Thor, check the rest of the area if you will." Steve said.
"On it Sir Rogers." Thor swung his hammer and was sent across the landscape. The rest of the team made their way to the jet, the unknown girl in Cap's arms.
