A League of Their Own
Chapter 21: Time Flies
Word count: 2775
Total count: 83,061
Rating: T
Summary: After the Avengers crash and burn Tony picks himself back up. With the help and support of those around him, they forge a brighter future together. This is what it means to fight together. This is what it means to be friends. This is what it means to be family.
“Arrowhead to The Milano?” Commander Lacola tried again as their ship pulled up next to the smaller vessel. They’d been retreating when they noticed Thanos’ ship turn and leave, a deliberate word because that’s what happened. The enemy forces hadn’t been the ones who’d been fleeing.
The skirmish seemed to be over now but Lacola remained vigilant. ATLAS had reported the loss of the two Iron Legion who had been escorting the Milano to safety, and they had been his last defense. He’d sent the refugee ship ahead with their remaining warship as escort, but he was trained never to leave a soldier behind. Or at the very least, to come back for them; which they were in the process of doing.
“Sorry sir!” his comms officer yelled from under the console. “We’re still patching things up. Give me one moment!”
“Commander,” ATLAS spoke. “I’m registering two life forms still aboard the Statesman.”
Right. Lacola had forgotten that the Caduceus had been at capacity before they retreated. If two was all that was left then they’d done a damn good job.
“Will they survive the next hour?” he asked ATLAS.
“And much longer if necessary.”
“Then we’ll get them in due time,” he instructed. One thing at a time.
“Noted. Scans indicate all threats have vacated the area. Permission to release The Scavengers?”
“Go ahead,” he agreed with a sigh, watching through the view screen as a myriad of small bots were released to sweep the area for any useful machinery in the wreckage.
It’d be nice if they could do something about communication. The last hit had taken out a part of engineering. Stark's emergency energy shield had sealed off the breach but not before one his crew had been ejected into space. Well, almost ejected. He’d gotten halfway through the hole before the field activated and cut him in half. Still, if that was the only loss from such a hit he’d take it. There were other sections of the ship where his men hadn’t been so lucky.
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