FLIGHT ✔P.M. ₂

chapter four

WANDA HAD BEEN GOING TO CHASE AFTER her brother, but opted out of it. Instead, she decided to join the three boys, knowing very well she wouldn't be able to catch up. He could go cause trouble all he wanted. She wasn't in charge of him. He was older, for God's sake! Only by twelve minutes, but he was still supposed to be considered the more responsible one. Was he? No, but she could dream.

"If he breaks anything, I'm sorry in advance," She joked.

"If anything, I hope he breaks his ankle. Won't be so fast then," Robin joked back, crossing his arms. He wished that Pietro would leave his mind, but he kept being brought up, it seemed. The most he could do was act unbothered. He seemed to excel at that.

"It would ensure that none of us would be killed first when we get chased by a bear," Clint said, playing along.

"Oh Katniss, when will you learn? The bears are attracted to your bird-like sent," Robin teased both Clint and Sam.

Sam scoffed. "Says you. Your name is the name of a bird."

Wanda giggled. "I'll be the only survivor."

"Not if the aliens get you first," Clint pointed out.

Robin scoffed. "Wanda's probably stronger than all of them combined. Besides, I'm pretty good at knowing who's good and who's not," He said.

"You could be wrong," Sam pointed out.

"Unlikely."

"Last week you said it would be a nice day out, and then it rained," Clint pointed out.

"I'm sorry you guys don't like the rain," Robin said, placing his hands on his hips. He would not be giving up easily. "It's spring. What did you expect?" His father loved to make it rain during the spring. He also enjoyed making it rain during the summer, the fall and the winter, the latter of which became snow most of the time. Besides, what was there not to like about the rain? It was relaxing, at least, Robin thought so.

Clint glanced around the room and groaned when his eyes settled on something. "I gotta go. Looks like Nat is bonding with another deadly-looking woman, which is bad news for me," He said, and rushed in the direction of Natasha and Gamora.

Robin waited until he was out of earshot to start talking again. "I bet you a drach-uh, a dollar, he'll be dead in ten minutes," He said, stopping himself from saying drachma. He never exactly told them he was Greek (sort of Greek. A Greek demigod, really.), so they might ask questions if he used their form of currency. Their old form of currency, too. He remembered being told that Greece used euros now, like most of Europe. He was sure Annabeth told him that.

"I'd say in five," Sam said, crossing his arms as he watched the man butt into the girls' conversation.

"Or maybe the next two," Wanda said.

Two minutes later, Clint got punched in the face. Sam and Robin begrudgingly gave Wanda a dollar each, both of them having money on their person. Robin wasn't sure how he even had money, because he didn't have a job or anything, but he didn't much care how it got there. It wasn't his dollar anymore. Wanda's problem now.

The three of them smirked as they saw Clint return, his shoulders slumped and one hand holding his bleeding nose. "It was a bad idea," He reported as though it wasn't obvious from the start.

Robin snorted. "Not shit, Sherlock."

Clint flipped him off. "You try being friends with a woman who can beat your ass."

Robin gave him a look. "All my female friends can beat my ass," He deadpanned. He couldn't name one friend of his who couldn't beat him up, except maybe Rachel, but in her defence, she wasn't exactly trained in fighting like the rest of the group. She wasn't a demigod.  And maybe Kiera was another exception, because they hadn't really fought before. He really wouldn't know. She probably could beat him, though. After the stunt at the bar... well, he did not doubt her fighting ability.

While Wanda was laughing, knowing his statement was true, FRIDAY said something Robin couldn't quite make out due to the fact that he wasn't listening. He never understood how AI's worked. FRIDAY, for one, seemed to have her own personality. And he was using she/her pronouns, for a machine. Life certainly was getting strange.

The elevator made a ding sound. Robin glanced over and immediately paled when he saw who it was. He hid behind Sam. "Hide me," He whispered.

Clint gave him a confused look, tilting his head to the side in question. "Why?" He asked.

Sam was equally as confused, as was Wanda. Sam pointed to the person who stepped out of the elevator. "What, you know her?" He asked.

"Kind of," Robin replied vaguely.

"Is she your ex?" Clint questioned, staring at the girl. "You know what, I take back that question. She's way too out of your league."

Robin rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Bird Man," He said sarcastically, ducking back behind Sam when the woman looked in their direction.

"What? I'm just saying," Clint defended himself.

"Who is she, Robin?" Wanda asked, glancing from her to the boy still hiding behind his friend.

Robin ignored the question, not yet having figured out how to answer it. "I gotta go hide," He murmured and dashed into the elevator when the woman was distracted by Tony and his flirting. A beautiful woman, in his tower? Did you really think he wouldn't flirt with her?

Leaving his friends confused, Robin spam-clicked the button to a random floor no one would expect him to be. After spending all the time he had in the Tower, he now knew where everything was. He didn't figure it all out in a day, of course. It took him weeks of struggling to find where he was supposed to be, and showing up late to everything to finally get it right.

The elevator stopped it's descent. Robin stepped out to find a maze of hallways. He ended up on the underground floor, somewhere he never visited besides maybe one time. He hated being underground, for good reason. He'd been on some pretty dangerous quests that involved traveling underground. The labyrinth, the Underworld. He could go on.

He ran down the hall to his left. He made a right turn and stopped at a random door. He quickly locked himself in the room, not daring to turn on the light. He did everything he could to stay hidden, and did his best not to trip on anything. All he could do is pray he would not be found.