Well, this was a bad plan.
You were sunk down into the grass and mud, leaning against an old tree that moaned and creaked from the loss of several limbs. The poor thing had been torn apart by the ambush in the wilds just beyond the Wakandan border, and as it just so happened, so were you.
While you weren’t missing anything important, like a hand or a leg, you suffered a heavy blow to the shoulder, and you were currently bleeding out on the ground.
You had lost contact with the rest of the team hours ago. You sucked your teeth, pressing back against the trunk of the poor old thing while you struggled to keep awake.
‘Steve’s gonna kill me if he finds out I croaked on him out here.’ You thought to yourself, fighting against the pull of sleep. Your jaw clenched, your hands curled into fists and caked with blood and dirt.
The savage assault came out of nowhere. Another ravenous group on the prowl for Wakanda’s greatest resource, and through the help of