CHAPTER FIVE:

Geez sorry for the delay. I wish I could promise you faster updates but… I can't, sorry. I'm working primarily on Nathaniel now, my other story I would appreciate you checking it out. And while it is technically Clintasha, it's not. Not at all. It mainly revolves around Nathaniel's journey, and if there is any Clintasha, it will be at the end. But there probably won't be.

And I want to clear some stuff up about this fic: There will be little to no shipping. There is unlikely to be any of the Doctor. It's slight AU, since Rose doesn't have TenTwo around, and there might be some Torchwood (Only for a few chapters, if that), Pre-season two I guess because DEATH THAT BROKE MY SOUL AND OH GEEZ WHY DID I WATCH CHILDREN OF EARTH AHHHHHHHHH.

Thanks for reading.

The plane fell. The Avengers were tossed about like laundry in the dryer.

Natasha and Clint frantically tried to fix the carrier, but when that failed they resorted to vain attempts to have every stop screaming and waited for impact.

Then there was impact.

A great crash that echoed through the avenger's bones, water rushing in and swallowing everything in sight. Pounding...Pounding...Pounding… Neverending pounding.

They the plane was being torn to shreds. The Avengers went flying, swirling through water and metal, pandemonium, chaos, whatever you want to call it. It was terrible. It was painful.

It was green.

I mean, Bruce was good. But really. It was a crashing plane. He wasn't that good.

Ironman was reletively unscatched. Since he had suited up, he was able to jet off into the air with the first person he was able to grab.

That person happen to be Jemma, who at this moment was not impressed at all and really, really just wanted to not be here and be back on the Bus and she was going to break Skye for this because it's clearly her fault she's there.

And then there were the Angels. They were everywhere. Some falling like stones if they happened to be scene, sinking into the ocean. But the moment they were underwater they couldn't be seen, which means they had Angels above them and around them and below them.

Thankfully, the Angels did appear to be a little prioritizing, and happened to be focusing on the Hulk, who was an astonishingly good swimmer and was really doing a number on them.

Rose, who was holding on to Captain America while he held on to a fractured piece of plane wing, was frantically trying to get her phone to ring. Finally, there was an answer.

"Hello?"

"Who are you talking to?" Steve shouted. "I feel like this should be a little more important."

"Shut up! Hello!"

"Uh… Sorry?"

Gah. Rose shook her head. "No, no, not you keep going."

"Who is this? How did you get this number?" The female voice on the other end asked, vaguely concerned and impressed.

"Not important. Tell Jack that pick up will be needed a little sooner than necessary. Also, yeah, Somewhere in the Atlantic. Just… You won't miss us." Rose told her, her eyes scanning the ocean and keeping as many Angels stalled as she could. It was not easy since they kept sinking.

"Oka-" Rose hung up before the poor girl could keep talking.

"Pick up? That sounds hopeful." Steve commented, pulling himself then Rose on to the plane wing. Rose shrugged.

"It pays to be prepared."

"We should help the others." Steve commented. "How do we kill these things?"

"Time loop." Rose said easily.

"Um-"

"You can't stupid. You have to trick them or stall them or destroy the fabric of their reality by changing history and making them never have existed in the first place." Rose snapped. Steve blinked.

"Help!"

Both swiveled their heads, catching sight of Skye splashing uselessly around, trying to see every Angel at once. She wasn't half bad at it, but it was failing. The Hulk still was holding them off. It seemed none of the Angels could process physically sending him back in time when they were being smashed away.

"Can you fight?" Steve asked Rose, turning to her.

"God no. I'm more of a runner."

"Hmm. Stay here then." He said, before turning to flag down Tony, who was hovering with Jemma awkwardly above them, the Angels unable to reach them, since whenever they started flying they turned to stone and fell. He was also doing good keeping them away from everyone, since he could essentially see everything.

"God why did Fitz let me leave." Jemma moaned.

"Putting you down girl, sorry." Tony said, somewhat robotically. "Cap needs me."

He swooped down, dropping Jemma beside Rose and spinning back into the air to grab Skye.

Meanwhile, Clint and Natasha had effectively found a different wing to stand on and were standing back to back with each other, eyes peeled and awkwardly blinking one eye at a time to prevent from whatever the Angels would do to them.

Once everyone was standing on something solid-minus the Hulk who was impressively still smashing everything-where they able to actually plan something. If by plan, you mean hope something good happens.

It must have been a lucky day-Or Roses excessive preparedness and favours- what there was the sound of helicopters.

An Angel leapt for Jemma the moment she looked away.

Her head swiveled back just in time to catch it, her eyes meeting the Angel's only briefly before it dropped into the ocean, nothing but a stone again.

"It's a good day for a fan of ladders!" An arrogant voice called from above, as a ladder dropped down into the center of the group.

Also: What do you think of the new Cover? (If it hasn't appeared yet, it will. I just made it) I make them myself. If you want a cover made I can probably do a few. I'd save the image, then just message you the link/image. Message me if you're interested with the Subject COVER IMAGE. I'll get back to you if I can.