The three walk onto the Quinjet, tired (with two drunk people) after being in the middle of a bar fight.
Jayla, the only sober person left, sat in the pilot's seat, and turned on the autopilot to take them back to the Helicarrier.
"Hey, Kaine, you forgot something earlier."
"Yeah? What was it?"
"Some wrist... thing...? It works as a com system, and video feed will show up for you when the lenses are turned on. Oh, and it can shoot Spider Tracers, in case you need to track someone."
Jayla hands the "Wrist Things" to Kaine, who snaps it onto his right forearm.
"Thanks."
Kaine heads back to the lower compartment. Delia just sits giggling to herself. The reason they were in the bar was because Delia wouldn't talk without a drink. She said it was a bad day. Kaine walks back out, mask off. "Alright, where to next?" His voice shows his tiredness almost as much as his face does. "After the Helicarrier? Not entirely sure." Kaine sits down, and the Quinjet violently shakes, causing the lights to flicker. "The fuck?" Kaine says, visibly startled. Kaine runs to the bottom compartment, pulls on his mask, and opens the back. Jayla runs down, but Kaine is already gone.
"Darnit."
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Marvel Nonsense
أدب الهواةA story about some OCs and Kaine. Just so you remember that they're in Marvel. Enjoy. This is only mature for language and dirty jokes, so if you only don't want to read sex, you'll be fine. (There isn't any sex!) What he said ^^^^ ~EmJay Rogers Act...
