Right so the long awaited Steve whump, hope this is okay! Please review and stuff, I want to know what you guys think and whether you want me to ramp it up a notch or keep it simple but nasty. Greatly appreciate all the views and the favourites!
"No," Kono's voice grew more upset "No one else has come up but you guys. I mean he could still be alive, right?"
Steve had seen the bomb too late to do anything useful and had resorted to leaping behind a nearby iron door and covering him head with his arms. The wave of heat that the blast had created was unbearable, flames licking at him through the gap in the door where he hadn't been able to close it in time and the metal door creaked and bent with the impact. That was when Steve had lost consciousness and had fallen into deafening silence, only vaguely aware of some hinted intense pains across his body as he was thrown around the small compartment.
A gradually strengthening agony dragged him back into harsh reality and he was awoken by hot, oily water washing over his face and filling his mouth with a horrible metallic, burning taste. Coughing and spluttering as he expelled the foul water, Steve surged upwards trying to escape the quickly rising water that was flooding in through a large gash in the hull of the ship. The sudden movement caused an excruciating and incapacitating pain up his entire side. Steve instinctively reached to clutch at his side and connected with scalding metal that protruded from his side. Blood seeped from under the blackened sheet like metal that was buried deep in his flesh. The pain was surprisingly mild when Steve didn't touch or move the wound too much and the world span and blurred, so Steve reckoned he was concussed otherwise he would probably be a little more concerned with the injury and his situation. Instead Steve felt strangely calm, of not amused by the entire event…why did things like this always happen to Steve? Was trouble always looking for him?
There were a few minor abrasions across his exposed skin but nothing too life threatening-save the heavily haemorrhaging wound in his side-but Steve deemed it safe enough to move. The pain really kicked in as he climbed to his feet, and he gasped in surprise, keeling over at the intensifying sensation that burnt through his nerve endings. Favouring his entire right side, Steve leaned into the least painful position and limped over to the door. Somehow in the blast, Steve had been catapulted into the wall of the opposite side of the door and the same door had been blocked off by a large shelf like structure; its conglomerate of tools falling into the water and sinking to the bottom of the ever-rising water. Steve stumbled, falling to the floor and sending salty water splashing into his face as he collapsed agonisingly onto to his knees. Gritting his teeth, the ex-SEAL coerced himself to his feet and staggered to the doorway. In a blur of pain and nausea, Steve somehow subdued the raging fire in his side and miraculously succeeded in lifting the fallen structure and manoeuvring it from its blockading position across the doorframe. As soon as the added weight was removed the door burst open, water gushing into the room and Steve had to fight the flow as he slammed the door shut just enough to stem the worst of the flow.
The water level in the cramped room was now at his chest, the water soaking into the wound and debris occasionally swirling into his aching side. The crimson liquid was now merging with the oiled, dirty water and for a second Steve thought about it getting into the open wound and causing infection before he quelled his fears and focussed on escaping his current perilous circumstances; like the fast sinking ship that he was presently trapped on the bottom deck of. The swirling murky water was rising more rapidly now and Steve readied himself for a few moments before stuffing his lungs with oxygen and letting the door free. As soon as the pressure on the door was released once more, it slammed against the side and the torrent of water battered into Steve and was so powerful it almost knocked him off his feet. Teetering slightly, Steve kept his head down and fought the heavy flow of water as the water rushed into the room. Finally Steve pushed out into the engine room and ignored the ravaging pain up his entire body, swimming for the door.
It felt like it took hours to make it to the door and Steve really struggled to pry the heavy door open with the added pressure of the water and the lurching of the boat. His lungs ached and tugged in his chest as his brain begged for sweet oxygen and finally the metal door grinded and juddered open and Steve swam into the corridor. It was nearly completely flooded however there was still a small pocket of air on the ceiling that he desperately swam for. Taking a huge gulp of steadily decreasing air, Steve waited for a moment, trying to catch his breath and gain control of the debilitating pain in his side that was muddling his senses. Steve dived, pushing off the metal and managed to spot a gashing wound in the boats structure that showed the deep blue emptiness of the ocean around. It was obvious that the boat was completely submerged and that the last of the air was disappearing, and Steve knew he didn't have much time before he wouldn't have enough air or energy to reach the surface above.
Swimming out and against the oppressive, gushing water Steve emerged from the base of the sinking New Hope and out into the open, endless ocean. Seeing light glinting above him, sometimes clouded by bobbing debris, Steve desperately spiralled toward the surface, clawing at the harsh, orange sunlight that blinded him. Exhaustion was seeping from his side around his entire body and Steve could feel his eyelids grow heavy and the burning in his lungs numbed along with his entire body. With a final despairing surge, Steve broke the surface with a choking gasp and floundered in the water before latching onto piece of drifting wooden wreckage. Steve lay down, breathing heavily and coughing, trying to expel the water in his lungs as he kept his arms over the wooden board and his head rested between them, legs just dangling in the water. The pain suddenly descended and darkness tinged Steve vision.
He just had time to groan before he was plunged into darkness, still clinging to the swaying debris.