Pete didn't hear his oh so witty comment as he had already handed the com back to the idiot in the swivel chair. He jogged to the helicopter pad where he hopped on board. The pilot handed him a packet with their flight plan and Pete looked it over, making note of a refueling stop. He quickly sent a text to his embassy.
The first part of the trip was long and Pete could only occupy himself with the few cigarettes he had. After a few hours the pilot indicated they would be landing for a refueling at a remote airstip and Pete smiled. He knew his operatives would already be there. When they landed, two of his operatives pulled the pilot out and shoved him in a nearby van. "You'll have him back at shield by the end of the day? We can't have this becoming an international incident," Pete shouted over the din. The operatives nodded and Pete and the British pilot took off. Hours later they finally landed near Iron Man. His soup can costume screaming at them, clearly camoflage was not his forte.
Pete hopped out of the helicopter and ran over to Iron Man. "This is him then?"