“And you don’t think someone on the flight deck with report an unauthorized flight the second we take off?” she said, though if anyone was unlikely to be questioned it was Fury. Maybe this plan was more genius than she had thought. A regular jet taking off without orders would be noticed, but if Fury left it might just be assumed he had somewhere to be and didn’t bother to inform anyone.
Natasha moved like she owned the place, like she had every right to be there and nobody should question it, and so far nobody did if they even took notice at all. Once they were out of view she moved a little more stealthily, though, and more quickly.
Climbing into the cockpit, she buckled herself into the copilot’s chair and waited for Clint to get them off the ground, so to speak.
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Date: 2014-05-03 11:12 pm (UTC)From:Natasha moved like she owned the place, like she had every right to be there and nobody should question it, and so far nobody did if they even took notice at all. Once they were out of view she moved a little more stealthily, though, and more quickly.
Climbing into the cockpit, she buckled herself into the copilot’s chair and waited for Clint to get them off the ground, so to speak.