“Breathe, Sharon. Keep breathing,” Steve urged as he stood beside her, holding Sharon Carter’s slack hand and gazing at her lightly bruised face.
Natasha, piloting the Quinjet, hadn’t said a word since they had zoomed away from London. Even Nick Fury and Agent Hill were expectedly resolute in their actions as Sharon’s chances of survival lessened with each passing minute.
As Steve continued to watch Sharon he couldn’t help noticing the weak heaves of her chest. She didn’t have much time.
Steve’s gaze rose.
“Natasha, how far away are we?”
“I’m not sure,” Natasha said, gazing at the African countryside.
The comms suddenly crackled to life and they heard General Okoye’s voice on the other side.
“We are at Wakanda’s borders. Follow me.”
Natasha became startled as she watched a Wakandan craft materialize out of thin air in front of the jet before turning across the gorgeous plains of Africa. She looked down and saw an African man in bright blue waving as he rode a horse. A group of children followed him, their bright smiles visible from the Quinjet as they waved and cheered. Despite their tense situation the sight made her smile.