Ms Marvel broke the surface of the water in an explosive manner, diving deep below the waves and down to the wreckage of the ship, tearing at the green metal and making her way into the cargo bay.

Throwing bright energy balls across the floor of the Hudson to illuminate her surroundings as she went she searched desperately for the Black Widow and Spider-Man, knowing that she had less than a minute before they drowned.

"Come on, come on!" she thought to herself, powering through the water at great speeds inside the cargo.

She came to a brief halt as she felt vibrations going through the water, her eyes moving to the source and seeing a crumpled metal wall, covering something up.

Ms Marvel jetted down to it, knocking on the wall before receiving a knock in response.

She tore away the wall and saw Black Widow, having been trapped in a small air pocket thanks to being pinned by the wall in .a cranny in the ship, grabbing hold of her and considering going at full speed but wanting to avoid Widow dying from pulmonary embolism she knew she needed to ascend slower.

This wasted more time, for both of them as well as Spider-Man, and this was something she couldn't afford to do.

Without a word, she dropped Widow back into the water with one gesture: a pointed finger to the shore before diving back down into the icy water, throwing more energy spheres to light her way.

"Come on kid, where are you?" she thought, her heart rate accelerating as she began to panic, now stretching into the third minute of the two being submerged she knew that if she didn't find him soon he was as good as dead.

"Please have gotten the powers of a diving bell spider" she thought frantically, beginning to consider evaporating all of the water in the Hudson before remembering that it would cook Spider-Man like a piece of Spider-Linguine.

"No, no, no!" she mentally roared, grinding her teeth in frustration "Where are you!?"

Then: Hope.

A glimmer in the water caused by her energy spheres illuminated a red and blue clad figure, floating limply through the water.

"There you are!"

She blasted through the water, not being nearly as deep as she had been when retrieving Widow, this allowing her to move faster without fear of Spider-Man's oxygenated bloodstream rupturing his veins on the rapid ascent, and she smashed through the surface with the unconscious teenager in her arms.

Pulling his mask off his face and holding him flat in her arms on his stomach, she tried her best to get him to vomit up the water he'd no doubt swallowed.

"Come on, breathe" she said before deciding it wasn't going to be enough.

She flew over to the bank of the Hudson and set him down on his back, wasting no time before clamping her mouth to his and breathing as hard as she could, watching his chest expand before removing her mouth, the air leaving his lungs with no result, she tried it again and once again received nothing.

The third time she tried it she had to try something different.

Something that would force the water of out his lungs for sure.

But it wasn't going to be easy.

"Sorry Peter" she said, pressing her hand lightly on his chest, taking a deep breath herself before applying pressure, the loud snapping sound being heard as his she broke his sternum, allowing her to directly apply pressure to his lungs.

She then sat him up and moved behind him, pressing both hands onto his chest and squeezing his body against hers, the teen vomiting up a large amount of salt water before his head went limp.

A smile broke on her face as she lay him back down, performing mouth to mouth again to make sure his lungs were functioning on their own and, surely enough, after several repeats Spider-Man regained consciousness and began coughing loudly, Ms Marvel collapsing onto her backside next to him and breathing a sigh of relief.

Spider-Man attempted to move only to hiss in agony, clutching at his chest.

Ms Marvel moved quickly, taking hold of both of his hands and placing them down by his sides.

"Peter, Peter, don't try to move" she said in a comforting manner "You're injured, badly"

"Y-Yeah I... ugh" he said, screwing his eyes shut as the pain was too much for him to finish the joke.

"Relax..." she said, moving around and sitting just above his head on the shore, placing her hands to his head and closing her eyes "I'm going to drain a little bit of energy from you until you become unconscious okay? It'll stop the pain, I promise"

"Y-You sure?" he wheezed.

"Of course" she said with a kind and gentle smile "Do you trust me?"

"I... yeah, I do" he responded.

"Good, now close your eyes and don't move, you'll be out before you know it" Ms Marvel whispered, Peter doing as she said before she used her energy absorption powers to drain him to unconsciousness, the pained expression dropping from his face before a relieved one appeared on her own.

It was at this point Black Widow came sprinting over, skidding onto her knees and looking at Peter with a panicked expression.

"How is he?" she asked frantically "Is he still with us? How bad is he hurt?"

"A few cuts, bruises and breaks, nothing he can't heal from naturally" she said in a calming tone "Don't worry, he's gonna be fine"

"That's a relief" Widow nodded "Fury'd kill me if I let him die before he'd even had his initiation"

"Speaking of which, how'd the mission go?" Ms Marvel asked before catching herself "I mean before it all went to shit, that is"

"We found out a good piece of information... and by that I mean a horrible one" Widow sighed "The Gear they were shipping into New York isn't the main model Gear we thought it was, it was one of the smaller, unmanned Gears that can be piloted but mostly run off their own A.I, and what's worse is that we don't know where the main Gear is, or if it's even in the country"

"I'm guessing that the ship didn't go down from an iceberg?" Ms Marvel asked, looking at the spot where the ship used to be.

"No, and I think everybody on that thing died, including our old friend the White Reaper" Widow added.

"Knowing her, she probably found a way out of that alive" Ms Marvel scoffed "Nobody's been able to put that bitch down so far and she's faced much worse than a sinking ship"

"Too true" Widow nodded "Right, I'll call Fury to get us an extraction, you can sit here and keep the kid company if you want?"

"With pleasure" Ms Marvel nodded.

Widow raised an eye at this response and Ms Marvel narrowed hers.

"I didn't mean it like that and you know it" she growled.

"Hey, I'm not judging" the red head said, standing up and putting a finger to her ear "Just make sure you two do it safely when nobody's around you little sex pest"

"You do know I could launch you to the moon with my foot right now, don't you?" she asked irritably.

"I know" Widow said "But I'd like you to not"

"Why?" she responded "Afraid to die?"

"Nope, because then you'll be left on your own with an unconscious and injured fifteen year old boy to play with" Widow said with a smirk.

"I hate you"

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