He got into the cockpit he was well dressed in military ceremonial stuff. He hated it. Dressed like a monkey. "uh right yea. Not in a flight suit but I can manage." He flipped all the right switches and the head gear so they could talk. "your right hand protege? Fury? I dropped him off on a few missions I thought he was CIA or NSA but none of those were his outfits. Truth of the matter is. The whole shield thing I thought was a urban myth. A shadow agency working to keep the world from spinning off?" He smiled as he pulled the stick to launch them off. The Large green Huey made it's way to the site. "General Phillips in his wisdom assigned me to be your man servant. I have seen alot of the news reels. You can handle yourself really well. seeing you on the boat on D-day with the captain charging the beach. Ballsy Director." He kept his eyes in the sky. "but I'm more or less your ace in the whole. and less of a body guard."