FLIGHT ✔P.M. ₂

chapter eight

WHEN ROBIN AND WANDA RETURNED TO THE TOWER, people were waiting for each of them respectfully. Pietro was back as well, and was frantically calling his sister over. She started walking towards him, but not before turning to her best friend and mouthing "help me". All Robin did was wink at her.

Sam and Steve were waiting for Robin. As soon as Wanda turned around, they were already pushing him back into the elevator. The amused look he had on his face dropped. Another elevator encounter? He would soon be joining Annabeth and Percy in the "no elevators" club at this rate. He was getting really sick of getting pulled - or pushed - forcefully into them.

Once the door slid closed, he crossed his arms, looking between the two. "Alright, what did I say this time?" He asked, an eyebrow raised in question.

"You didn't say anything wrong," Steve assured him.

"Well..." Sam joked, the mood a lot lighter than the last time.

"Don't start with me," Robin said to his friend with an eye roll. He really just felt like laying down on his bed to rest.

Steve pressed the button to the main floor. He lowered his voice as he spoke. "Do you remember that person you asked us about?"

"The guy who decapitated a man in front of me? Nope, don't remember him at all," The demigod said sarcastically, shuddering at the memory.

"We think we know who he is, and we need your help to find him," The super soldier continued, ignoring the sarcasm.

Robin raised an eyebrow. "Why me?"

The two men exchanged a look, silently debating who would be the one to tell him. It was almost a silent battle. It took a few seconds before someone finally spoke up.

"You have some skill in the hiding department," Sam started, thinking back to all the times they had been unable to find him. "So we figured you might be able to help find someone in hiding."

The demigod sighed. "Fine," He said, letting his arm fall to his side. "Where do we start?"

The three left the building without speaking a word to anyone else. They had already been in the elevator, so what more was there to say? The entire walk to where ever it is they were off to, Steve was ranting about this man - whom Robin still didn't know the name of. All he knew is that he had a metal arm. Wasn't much to go off of, really.

As they walked through the crowded streets, Robin let his mind wander. Why was he here, with the Avengers? He was only putting them in danger - monsters at every turn, gods or titans out for his blood, old enemies who weren't done with him, they could be after him at any given moment. Sure, no one had gotten hurt but him, but he didn't want to risk anything.

He was even more curious on how he would help Sam and Steve. He was pretty useless, if he thought about it. Him, tracking someone down? As if! He had done that once, while looking for Percy when Hera kidnapped him - or relocated, as she called it. And even then, the pieces just kind of fell into place.

He shook his head and focused on the conversation at hand. They walked down the busy New York streets, listening to Steve's aimless rambling. Before he could hear one more thing, Robin interrupted.

"What's this guy's name?" He asked.

Steve face went a little red, having forgotten he never said anything. "Oh! Sorry, his name is Bucky, Barnes. He was my best friend." That set off a chain reaction, and he started talking all about the man once more.

Sam and Robin exchanged a look, but stayed silent. They weren't sure where they were headed towards. Steve seemed to just be leading them somewhere only he knew about.

The three soon arrived at a museum. Robin kept his mouth shut and didn't question it. This could be very significant to them and their friendship. There weren't many people in the museum, nothing but a few adults and a group of school kids on a field trip.

As Robin watched the children run around excitedly, he couldn't help but miss those days. As a kid, before he knew he was a demigod, he too enjoyed field trips. Most of the time, he ended up causing trouble, but it wasn't his fault.

The demigod followed the two older men towards an exhibit. It was all about Captain America. Robin scoffed at the sight.

"Boy Scout has his own exhibit in a museum. Should've known," He said, crossing his arms. While he was technically part of the Avengers now, it didn't mean he had to love them.

Steve deliberately chose to ignore the boy, and kept walking in silence. Robin sighed and followed, still wondering what they were really doing there. Was the man they were searching for here? He doubted it. Who willingly hung out at a museum? He certainly wouldn't.

Boards and props, all about Captain America and the war, surrounded them. It made Robin uncomfortable, really. He couldn't bare having this done for him. He wondered how jealous Tony was. He imaged he would want a statue built of himself.

Shaking his head at the fact that he got distracted, he looked ahead. Only Steve seemed to know why they were there.

"What are we doing here, Steve?" Sam asked, voicing the younger boy's thoughts.

For a moment, the super soldier didn't reply. He lead them to a specific area, where there was a board with information on his best friend. "Hopefully sending a message," Steve finally said.

Robin crossed his arms. "You needed us here to do that?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.

"We aren't going back to the tower yet, Robin," He informed.

"Whatever," The demigod mumbled, accompanying an eye roll.

Steve took a paper out from his pocket and hid it. Ignoring his friends' curious looks, he started to leave. The other two shared a look and followed.