Clint forced himself to step out of the cabin and quickly dried off, not bothering with more than his pants for now, though... A little teasing was in order after all.
"But I don't think I'm in a mood for Stark's idea of humor right now. Maybe I should ask them to give me back my own baby."
And there it was already again, the ever lasting bitterness- he wasn't even sure he would have wanted to fly that jet again. No matter how many years he had spent to polish that small Falcon from a wreck into a quinjet engine-equipped beauty. But he doubted he would ever be able to forget what he had last used it for. Or what had happened there.
It was the simple anger that S.H.I.E.L.D. still kept their hand over his property even so many months after, that stirred his anger.
Scheduled flight it was, then.
Cracking his way into Natasha's laptop after getting that suitcase, wasn't exactly hard. The password was one of the codes common between the two of them to communicate. At least that had him smiling.
And the journey from JFK to Catania had only one stop, that sounded bearable. The options were quickly sought out, with either leaving right before dawn... which would bring them away before anyone could ask. Or early afternoon. Which would mean less trouble and much more possibilities to get held up.
Clint leaned his head back against the back rest with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. Maybe he should better keep in mind that they were not gone yet.
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Clint forced himself to step out of the cabin and quickly dried off, not bothering with more than his pants for now, though... A little teasing was in order after all.
"But I don't think I'm in a mood for Stark's idea of humor right now. Maybe I should ask them to give me back my own baby."
And there it was already again, the ever lasting bitterness- he wasn't even sure he would have wanted to fly that jet again. No matter how many years he had spent to polish that small Falcon from a wreck into a quinjet engine-equipped beauty. But he doubted he would ever be able to forget what he had last used it for. Or what had happened there.
It was the simple anger that S.H.I.E.L.D. still kept their hand over his property even so many months after, that stirred his anger.
Scheduled flight it was, then.
Cracking his way into Natasha's laptop after getting that suitcase, wasn't exactly hard. The password was one of the codes common between the two of them to communicate. At least that had him smiling.
And the journey from JFK to Catania had only one stop, that sounded bearable. The options were quickly sought out, with either leaving right before dawn... which would bring them away before anyone could ask. Or early afternoon. Which would mean less trouble and much more possibilities to get held up.
Clint leaned his head back against the back rest with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. Maybe he should better keep in mind that they were not gone yet.