( Well, shit. Now that he's seeing the guy's slack face up close, he's pretty sure he just drowned a fucking Avenger. Mark that one down as a name he never thought he'd have on his list, unintentionally or not.
Not like he didn't know this was a possibility, he'd just been hoping that at the rate the water was rising, he'd have more than enough time to get around back and punch the code; more than enough time for that guy to get to the door and shove it open to release the plug. Whatever it was that stole his attention, graced an old fear reflex that he rarely feels, it must've taken longer than he thought. What happened to those seconds in his mind? Did they slip? Stutter out of existence?
It doesn't matter now.
What matters is hauling that limp body by two fists tangled in the fabric of his shirt, mostly out of the mire to the nearest surface not too submerged to begin chest compressions. He's had training. He knows the right way to do it. Knows the rhythm. One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight- and then tipping the guy's chin back, parting his mouth, sealing his own over it without hesitation and forcing air into those lungs. One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-, another assisted breath, come on, man.. One-two-three-)
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Not like he didn't know this was a possibility, he'd just been hoping that at the rate the water was rising, he'd have more than enough time to get around back and punch the code; more than enough time for that guy to get to the door and shove it open to release the plug. Whatever it was that stole his attention, graced an old fear reflex that he rarely feels, it must've taken longer than he thought. What happened to those seconds in his mind? Did they slip? Stutter out of existence?
It doesn't matter now.
What matters is hauling that limp body by two fists tangled in the fabric of his shirt, mostly out of the mire to the nearest surface not too submerged to begin chest compressions. He's had training. He knows the right way to do it. Knows the rhythm. One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight- and then tipping the guy's chin back, parting his mouth, sealing his own over it without hesitation and forcing air into those lungs. One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-, another assisted breath, come on, man.. One-two-three-)