Fucking planes, how do they work?
Hulkling, who had still been trying to keep up with the plane while Stature and Wiccan hatched their master plan, looked much like an irritated bee as he buzzed around it in confusion when the plan turned out to be something much like shoving the craft into the ground. As Cassie grew and threw herself face first onto it, he buzzed closer to grab a handful of her costume over her shoulder in case he had to haul her away from a lost cause. She was only released when the plane seemed to even out, and Hulkling remained hovering with the jet tearing away below him until he almost collided with Billy trailing along after it.
"Left-right, right-left," he repeated, mostly for himself, with a nod before flying away once more. That couldn't be too confusing. It was an easier bid to grab at the tail with the plane slowing as it was, and Hulkling's claws squealed over the metal as he scrambled to get a good hold. It was punctured by those on his back feet so that Hulkling found himself swinging from the rudder without much semblance of control until he figured out how to let his wings catch the air and to the ruddering for them. He was pretty sure it looked as ridiculous as he felt.