Avengers
Tony Stark flew swiftly in his Iron Man suit, impatiently scanning the rippling, constantly moving ocean surface for sign of debris. Slowing down, he hovered above the periwinkle water as it frothed angrily below. The storm had destroyed the ship. The ship that carried Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), Steve Rogers (Captain America), Clint Barton (Hawkeye) and Nick Fury. Tony sighed, worried that he had not found anything yet. Suddenly, Nick Fury's bald, wetly glistening head broke the ocean's surface, his large mouth gasping for oxygen. Tony grabbed his arms and lifted him onto the deck of a waiting ship. Maria Hill, his faithful assistant, dragged his sopping, bedraggled (but thankfully uninjured) form towards the stairs that descended below the deck. Tony nodded gratefully at her, before returning to skimming the ocean. After travelling uneventfully for twenty minutes, he dove into the swirling sea. White eyes glowed, set into the front of the mask. Looking around, he scowled. "Jarvis! Turn on heat vision!" he barked, exasperated that he hadn't already done it yet. "Yes, sir. Heat vision is now turned on." Jarvis replied coolly. Tony looked around, and was relieved to see a large, cooling wreckage only two-hundred yards to his left. Shooting over, he could see three forms huddled inside. With a jolt, and a sickening feeling, Tony saw that two were a golden colour, fading in some areas to white. Their temperatures ranged from ninety-five to ninety-seven degrees fahrenheit. The last one, Tony noted, was an extremely dark blackberry colour - only eighteen degrees celsius and still getter darker. "The lowest ever body heat, sir, with a complete recovery, was thirteen degrees celsius." Jarvis informed Tony. Tony frowned, and nodded to nobody in particular as he registered this information. "Thirteen degrees celsius. Right..." He shot through the water, and found a hatch on top of the ship. It was dented. He yanked it open, dropped inside the ship, and shut it to stop the torrent of water that threatened to follow. Startled to find that he was already ankle-deep in water, he waded through the ship's corridor, seeing a leakage in the ship's wall that had let all the water in. He searched for something to patch the crack, and by the time he stopped the water flow he was calf-deep. Repeating this process, Tony covered up all the gaps in the ship. Covering the last gap, now knee-deep, Tony decided to go and find the victims. He found Steve Rogers lying spread-eagled further down the corridor. Stooping down to pick him up, Tony heard a soft groan. Not pausing for a millisecond, Tony picked up Steve, got a medical examination performed by Jarvis' scan, and then deposited him underneath the hatch. Then he went to find the source of the sound. It was a sound of pain, involuntary, male. He walked into the first room. Nothing, except a bit of rubble from the crash. He went into the next room. Here there was smeared blood on the floor, imprinted with handprints and drag marks, where a person had dragged themselves through this room. Tony followed the smears and saw that they led into the next room. He went in, and his heart plummeted at the sight he saw. Natasha Romanov was leaning against the wall, looking exhausted. "Tasha- Natasha. Agent Romanoff." Stark called her name. She didn't move. "Romanoff!" he barked. Still no response. This made Stark a little annoyed. He didn't like to be ignored. "Natalia Alianovna Romanova!" Natasha's eyes snapped open at her real name. She looked around, then scowled at Tony's smug expression. "You... we really need to help Clint!" she turned to look at Agent Barton, who was sitting, propped up, against the wall, surrounded by blood, crimson swirling in the water around him. He groaned, and gave an involuntary whimper of pain. Tony ran over, and put his hand in front of Hawkeye's vision. "Follow my hand! Follow it with your eyes, Barton!" Tony began to move his hand in a small circle. Hawkeye's eyes didn't follow. Tony groaned, frustrated, and grabbed his limp form. He clutched Steve and Natasha, and opened the hatch. Water flooded in as Tony battled with his feet thrusters, flames heating the iron panelling on the floor. Eventually, he escaped the torrent of water, and flew up through the ocean, into the sky.