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chapter sixty-four no bowing allowed
𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 Quinjet with Pietro trailing behind her. She looked around with a frown and rolled her eyes. "Where is she?" she asked impatiently, glancing down at her watch. "She was supposed to be here!"
"Maybe—"
"Have you really lost your touch, baby agent?" Adelaide clenched her jaw and Pietro raised his eyebrows, glancing over at Kennedy who was walking towards them with a smirk. All she had was a small bag he assumed was filled with weapons. "Being on the run must have affected you much more than I thought."
"Oh, shut it!" Adelaide snapped, walking back into the Quinjet. "It wasn't my choice to bring you along, you know, but Steve figured we'd need more backup." She looked back at Kennedy. "And he thought you'd like to see Bucky."
Kennedy shrugged. "Well... I'm always up for a fight," she said, throwing her bag down on an empty seat once she was inside the jet and Pietro sat down beside Adelaide. "But did he need to send the loved-up couple to come get me?"
"Do you want me to throw you from a moving jet?" Adelaide countered and Pietro sighed, watching them like it was a tennis match. "Because I will if you don't shut up."
"I should have stayed with Wanda..." Pietro muttered, leaning back in his chair, and shaking his head. "Instead I'm getting a headache."
The younger blonde let out a breath and turned in her seat to face Kennedy. "It was either going to be us or somebody much more annoyed to see you than me. So just sit down, read the file that we gave you, and we can get to our destination in peace."
Kennedy bit the inside of her cheek before huffing quietly and obliging Adelaide's demand. She glanced behind her at the empty seat and took the file in her hand, opening it and her eyes scanned the first word.
"What the hell is a Thanos?"
As for Grace and Steve, after convincing Adelaide to collect Kennedy, they were on a separate Quinjet hovering over Sam who was driving the jet. Grace leaned over and pointed in the distance. He quirked an eyebrow upward and she nodded making him tilt his head.
"Drop to 2600, heading 0-3-0," he said before clicking his tongue. "I hope you're right about this, guys. Or we're gonna land a lot faster than you want to."
"We'll be fine," Grace assured him and looked up at Steve. "How upset do you think he's gonna be? I mean, we're kinda just dropping in."
"Not unannounced," he replied with a shake of his head. "He knows we're coming. And right now, we need all hands on deck."
She fluttered her lips. She looked through the window and the jet passed through a forcefield into Wakanda. She nodded to herself. "Well... we made it."
