An uncomfortable semicircle of friends partially assembled at the bunker's hole. Peering over smoke plumes at the edge gave them something else to do besides look at each other.
Steve glanced at the sun; it was midafternoon. They had started their assault just around daylight. Valuable time was being lost and it was obvious that the powers who fired the bunker buster missile believed their objective attained. The sky was eerily quiet and pristine blue.
"Well, Cap. What's the order?" Rhody quietly broke the silence.
Steve turned his bearded face to the iron clad soldier, a small frown creasing his brow, "It's Steve." He looked back at the hole, "Work the problem. Assuming they are alive, air will be at a premium. Can we get any radio contact?"
"My estimation is they have about four hours of air, based on the type of ordinance, the bunker diameter and other factors." Vision added, his face unflappable.
"I've tried to raise Tony, but either he's too deep, his equipment is damaged, or- " Rhody left it hanging.
Widow and Peter added their gaze to the hole, thinking.
"Can you phase into the space they are occupying?" Natasha asked Vision.
"No. I cannot phase that far without knowing where I am going to. The debris field is too thick. Even if I could, I cannot carry things to them or bring them back with me." With an attempt at dark humor, he added, "This isn't Star Trek."
"Can we just start moving rocks?" Peter thought out loud.
"With what equipment? If Banner was here, maybe." Rogers answered. Romanov looked slightly hurt.
"If only Wanda was here." Vision sighed.