Idiosyncratic || Peter Parker ||

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"Bucharest? -- How sure are we that Bucky is in Bucharest? How sure are you that Sharon's information is correct?" Isabelle questioned. Steve, Sam and Isabelle were well and truly on their way to their next destination to Bucharest where the most plausible sighting of Bucky had been located in. Steve shrugged, tilting his head to the side not so sure himself, "about eighty-percent-."

"Eighty percent? Steve, that's not high enough and you know it. There's still that slight chance this anonymous tip could be a bust just like the rest." She countered making Steve chuckle slightly at her bossiness. "I know that, but this is the only lead where we have a guaranteed residential place of interest. I'll go scope this place out, you and Sam can keep an eye out before the task force comes in and if there's nothing there then we can get the hell out of dodge and start again before the task force even gets into Bucharest."

Isabelle and Sam exchanged a glance, "you're sure as shit relying on the incompetence of the task force here, Steve." Sam pointed out, not that he was attempting to throw Steve's plan away completely. "I know and that's why we have this head start. It's small, but it's enough - now suit up, it isn't long until we land."

"I sure hope he knows what he's doing." Isabelle murmured to Sam as Steve turned away from them and walked into the cockpit. Sam rested a hand on the girl's shoulder, "none of us ever know what we're doing. We're just the unlucky assholes who get dragged into this." His words made her chuckle knowing it was nothing short of the truth. "And we're so willing to keep doing it no matter what type of shit hits the fan." She added making him smile and laugh, "you're understanding this line of work a helluva lot quicker than others."

She shrugged, "What can I say -- It comes naturally." Having spent such extended periods of time with at least one of the Avengers at all times, she could grip the concepts of such tedious work. But she also could appreciate and understand the reason and motive behind why they all risked their lives out on the line, and it was so that the innocent people of the world could live without disruption, chaos and living in fear.

Isabelle was quick to gear herself up, adjusting her helmet and letting the glass slide forward over her features and going through her manual settings on her cuffs. She was preparing for the worst but keeping in mind that Steve had her on civilian duty. Making sure that they didn't too far in harm's way. That is, if shit hit the fan.  Sam suited up, going through his gadgets to make sure he was armed and ensuring that nothing was malfunctioning. It wouldn't be long now until they were due to land after quite some time to lull over the plan they were so haphazardly given.

"Do we really think it's a good idea walking out in clear view for everyone to see. I mean - Steve is the most recognisable Avenger. If the task force isn't already on our tail enough, the second they hear about Captain America being in town they'll be on top of us." Isabelle fiddled with her wrist cuff and eyed Sam for a response, he simply shrugged and sighed. "Hard to tell - but what I do know is that if we stick to the plan we'll be out of here before they can even recite our Miranda Rights," Sam assured her, he knew first hand what it was like executing one of Steve's plans, but he also knew that by doing so they had a higher success rate.

"The task force uses Miranda Rights? Hmm... good to know I suppose." She shrugged in response, gripping one of the overhead bars as the quinjet began to jerk erratically prior to landing. "You know what I mean." Sam rolled his eyes at her, also hanging onto the bars to brace himself as Steve pulled off a rather clean landing. Steve emerges from the cockpit, adorning his full suit and shield that would get him spotted in an instant.

"As far as landings go that wasn't half bad." Sam critiqued, sending Steve a smile before stepping away from the bars and disengaging the airlock and ramp of the Quinjet. Being a rather large aircraft, Steve couldn't simply place it in the centre of Bucharest so he opted for the outskirts. Where he knew it would raise few eyebrows but would be safe nonetheless.