𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 | " You're just a kid! "
" Yeah? Well this kid is willing to go through hell and back to save your stubborn ass and die for you, asshole. "
- in which STRIKE's strongest asset with a ridicul...
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AFTER we wrapped everything up, including Nat singing a lullaby to the Hulk, we returned to the quinjet. Everyone was tired, Clint and I are nursing our injury. However, the important thing is, we already have Loki's scepter with us. Before I could even take a seat, I grabbed a tablet and sent some info about the two enhanced we faced earlier to Hill, asking her to find any available data about the two kids.
"Hey, little prince. You think you're well enough to take pilot?" I heard Tony ask, looking at me from the floor where I decided to surrender myself. From my peripheral vision, I noticed Steve Rogers about to complain, so I decided to move before he could even open his mouth.
"Move your butt." I mumbled at Tony, waiting for him to stand up and take his place as the head pilot of the quinjet.
"Thor, report on the Hulk." Natashia then said, she's still beside Banner, probably to make sure he's calm and settled down.
"The gates of hell are filled with the screams of his victims." Thor proudly answered, clamping his hand into a fist.
I heaved a sigh, shaking my head. Someone really needs to teach that god how to read the mood of the room. I mean his innocence and silly actions like these are kind of cute but I'm sure as hell, Banner is internally losing his shit right now.
And I guess I was right, cause not even a solid minute had passed and the Asgardian is already trying to fix his words.
"Uh, but, not the screams of the dead, of course. No, uh... wounded screams, mainly whimpering, a great deal of complaining and tales of sprained deltoids and, and uh... and gout." I honestly don't know how he made that worse but he did. I could literally feel Clint holding in his laughter from where I am seated, despite the pain his injury is giving him.
"Hey, Banner. Doctor Cho's on her way in from Seoul, is it okay if she sets up in your lab?" Tony asked, swiping through the panels on the co-pilot seat.
"Uh, yeah. She knows her way around." Banner replied, his tone sounding tired. I can't even imagine how his muscles feel right now. Him and the green guy are truly fascinating.
"Jarvis, tell her to prep everything. Barton's gonna need the full treatment..." Tony then glanced at me then down at my swollen wrist. "...and our little prince needs some help with his precious wrist too."
Despite the annoying way he said it, I gave him a grateful nod. My injured wrist is starting to ache really painfully and I wouldn't say no to a free treatment from Doctor Cho.
"Very well, sir." Jarvis then replied.
I then glanced at the screens in front of me, looking at all the data and information regarding the safety and stableness of our flight. Seeing as everything is well and dandy, I slid the head pilot's chair back and stood up. "Jarvis, buddy, take the wheel."
