FLIGHT ✔P.M. ₂

chapter nine

STEVE LED HIS TWO companions to a quinjet. It had been prepared in advance, probably while Robin was hanging out with Wanda. The sky above them was a colourful mix of pink and orange, the sun setting in the cloudless sky. It was a sight Robin loved to watch when he was on the Argo II, whether it be alone or with a friend. It was calming.

The super soldier was quick to push the other two inside the vehicle. Robin was quick to recover until Sam fell on top of him. The demigod swiftly pushed the other man off of him with a scowl.

"What in Hades was that for, Cap?" Robin asked as he got to his feet.

Steve didn't answer. He waited outside the craft silently.

The demigod sighed and went to the cockpit, where he sat down in the pilot's seat. He wouldn't be getting answers out of the super soldier, as stubborn as they both were.

He waited for what felt like hours but was actually only ten minutes. In those ten minutes, he'd switched position twelve times, none of them comfortable. That's when Steve finally came in, followed by another man. Robin immediately recognized him, even without the mask. It was the same man who helped him kill Asteroid the previous year.

Steve came over to where Robin was sitting, ushering him out of the seat. "We have to go!" He said.

Robin glared. "Fuck no. You aren't driving this," He said, sitting down properly and preparing the jet to take off. "I vividly remember hearing that you crashed into the ocean!" He snapped. He wanted nothing to do with the ocean, nor crashing into it.

Steve huffed in annoyance but didn't argue. He sat down in the next seat, while his friend went to the back with Sam.

"Listen to me very carefully," Steve instructed. "As of now, we're all in danger," He said, then explained where they were headed.

Robin set course for the location, then turned to look at the super solider beside him. "Thanks. I love being in danger," He said sarcastically, a less than amused glare on his face. Why did he have to be dragged into this?

Steve chose to, once again, ignore him. "HYDRA's been after Bucky for awhile," He informed. "Fury told us about this a week ago."

"What do I have to do with anything?" Robin questioned, facing the front again. He resisted making a joke about how Steve was in love with his friend, instead focusing on the important part.

"You were there when I uh, killed that cyborg guy," Bucky said awkwardly. "We think they might be after you, too."

Robin groaned. "Great. I'm getting chased... again," He muttered. He was silent for the rest of the ride to the set location - Norway. Why they were going to Norway, he didn't know. Maybe they had a secret base or something. Maybe they need the information that was there. Robin had no idea what was coming, and he wasn't sure he wanted to find out.

Not even a minute after they landed, Steve was already leading them to a car. The cold air was less than pleasant, especially considering Robin wasn't use to this weather. He crossed his arms, trying to sink into his hoodie like a turtle would it's shell. It didn't do much to heat him up.

The car was small, and Robin was quick to call shotgun just so he wouldn't have to be cramped in the back seat. No words were spoken as Steve drove the group to a separate location. It was a small rundown house in the middle of nowhere.

The son of Zeus didn't understand why they were hiding. They would be found no matter what, right? That's how his luck went. Despite that, he was almost relieved to take a break from the rest of the team. Okay, maybe just Pietro. He wasn't sure his heart could handle another word about his new girlfriend. Sure, he wanted to be happy for him. He was his friend, after all. Alas, his own feelings got in the way, as per usual.

Normally, Robin avoided catching feelings. Citrix was an exception. But Pietro? That, he didn't understand. He was loud, and arrogant. Why did he catch feelings for him? He didn't understand, and he hated himself for it.

The safe house, if you could call it that, had two bedrooms. Neither of them were nice. In one of them, one of the legs of the bed frame was snapped in half, causing the entire bed to be tilted downward. In the other room, there wasn't a bed frame at all, just a broken mattress on the floor. Robin scrunched up his nose. It wasn't the worse thing he'd ever had to sleep in, but it definitely wasn't the nicest. He slowly turned to face Steve, an annoyed expression on his face.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Boy Scout?" He was clearly unhappy with this arrangement. He would rather be back in New York. Now he was stuck in an unfamiliar town, and country, no less.

Steve shot him a look, an unsuccessful attempt to shut him up. Robin continued ranting.

"We don't have to be in Norway! I could be sleeping right now! In my own bed!" Of course, he didn't sleep, but they didn't need to know that. He just wanted to be in America, at least. A place he was familiar with.

Steve glared in the way that almost made the demigod want to punch him for attempting the kind of glare he threw - the glare meant to tell him that the decision was final, that there was no going back now. He'd seen that glare once too many times. This just made him antsy to leave, more than before.

"We're already here," Sam butted in, already accepting the situation.

"Sorry, Carter, but we'll be stuck here for awhile," Steve said apologetically as if he hadn't just been glaring.

Robin huffed and clenched his fists. As much as it pained him, he kept his mouth shut. He turned and walked towards the couch and flopped down there.

"Not taking a bed?" Bucky asked, almost mockingly.

The son of Zeus resisted the urge to roll his eyes and sat up again. "Yeah. Don't make too much noise when you're fu-" Sam was by his side in a split second, a hand on his mouth.

"Don't say any more," He scolded.

Steve's cheeks were a bright red, while Bucky just pretended he hadn't heard anything.

"Whatever," The blonde said, and both he and his best friend went into the first bedroom, closing the door behind them.

Sam took a step back, retracting his hand from the young boy's mouth. "You sure you don't want the other bed?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.

Robin rolled his eyes. "Just go to sleep," He said coldly.

Sam sighed but didn't reply, and went into the other room.