[ Crashing waves threatening to wash him down the hall, Thor makes the split-second decision to not question how the man in red shot a sticky white rope out of his body like that, and to simply latch onto the proffered lifeline without thinking too hard about it. Or any of this.
He drags himself closer, squinting through the rushing water, dry land nearly within reeeeeach—
no subject
He drags himself closer, squinting through the rushing water, dry land nearly within reeeeeach—
Hang on, red man! ]