Re: I don’t care what you think of me, unless you think I’m awesome. In which case you are righ
"Good. Just want we need." Natasha dryly commented on Bruce's announcement. The pilot flipped switches, checked dials, and made sure that the Stark created cloaking technology she'd learned to hate so much was operational. "I never thought this would be the even-tempered bird in the air." All of them wanted the safe return of Eva, but somehow the quinjet seemed the least volatile at the moment.
Nat quirked an eyebrow at her Banner and visually chided the scientist for his choice to don her favorite jacket. "Oh sweetie, if this turns into a code green we'll have more important things to worry about." Her fingers danced across the back of his neck, then stole a twist of his curly locks. Natasha's hand retreated, only when she felt the White Wolf's eyes upon them.
Bucky stared, not intentionally, but there he was. He cleared his throat and busied himself with the sniper rifle he'd cleaned and started to reassemble. "Yeah..." he agreed with Bruce and glanced just long enough to see if Natasha's eyes were no longer fixated on him. "At least this is something I can get behind..." The veteran had accepted Thor's orders with ease. Bucky's head turned when the commotion from the back of jet appeared. A few stragglers had made their way onto the ship. "I'll secure the hatch." Bucky offered to put some distance between himself and the cockpit.