Sam - 13

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The water was freezing and the ocean spray mixed with sideways rain was going straight through their clothes and rubbing their skin raw.

Sam almost screamed at the temperature but it stole his breath away. Once he had his balance the rock on which they were standing shifted and rose just enough so that they could see what it was. It
was the jet they had flown in on now submerged in water. Avery reached down and opened the top hatch letting a little water come in as she jumped down. The others followed suit.
Once they were in the hatch closed cutting off all chances of getting more water in the cabin.

 "Hold on!" Max called out.

They barely had time to grab anything before the whole jet jerked forward cutting through the water at an amazing speed. They foolishly thought they were out free for a moment before an explosion rocketed the jet.

"What was that?" Max called.

Avery looked to Sam and Bucky who both shook their heads, "The charges haven't gone off yet."

There was another explosion throwing all of them save Max who was seated, to the floor. Steve groaned holding his side again.

"Those are surface cannons! They're trying to shoot us in the water." Max called yanking the yoke to the side and barrel rolling away from another explosion.

They all slid around unable to stop from crashing into one another. There was a sickening crack as they smashed into the sides and each other. "With that radar, they can! Get yourself some maneuverability room or we're fish in a barrel!" Avery called.

 Max spiraled down deeper before jerking up to skim right above the waver waving and zigzagging so as not to be an easy target. The jerks and Gs were making Steve moan and groan.

"He can't take much more of this. The drug is wearing off." Avery said switching to Dari, a language she knew Sam knew.

"Those cannons are going to wipe us out!" Bucky said one hand holding the side of the jet the other holding Steve so he didn't slide, his leg twisted in an unnatural angle, his eyes wide with pain.

Sam had a grim expression looking up from Steve who looked very close to succumbing to his injuries, "I can take care of those. Get out of range of those cannons and stay out of the water. The charges will make a tidal wave." He rose and moved to open the hatch.

Avery was there instantly, "Don't argue, you need a wingman."

Sam passed for a moment and then nodded, "Okay."

He opened the hatch and they both jumped out.

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