[Helena wakes suddenly, lying on stone, fine dust under her fingers; the blackness is total and deep. Opening her eyes wide, she looks for any light and sees nothing. It's a void, unmoving and endless, and so she shuts her eyes again and tries other senses. She sniffs the air, breathes in deeply; her hand quests out, trailing along the ground, feeling the rock and the grit before they come to her pack, which she had, by some miracle, been holding in her lap when the darkness came down on the Barge. She runs fingers over it, getting to the buckles--
She freezes when Bucky calls out and Dillon answers. She recognises both their voices after a beat but it's not until Dillon speaks her name that she actually sits up, dragging the pack closer to herself with a scrape of metal and cloth over stone.]
Yes. [Just the one word, then she's digging through her pack to check its contents survived the trip.]
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She freezes when Bucky calls out and Dillon answers. She recognises both their voices after a beat but it's not until Dillon speaks her name that she actually sits up, dragging the pack closer to herself with a scrape of metal and cloth over stone.]
Yes. [Just the one word, then she's digging through her pack to check its contents survived the trip.]