Re: [En route: Janus, Steve, Atticus]
The belly of the plane was full, containing both Atticus, with glasses and books, and... Cat? Steve, who didn't smoke much, wildly wanted a cigarette. He'd never actually seen Atticus and Cat interact. (Of course he hadn't forgotten—couldn't and wouldn't ever forget—how he'd hurt Cat all those months ago. He still felt some guilt about that, though he tried to keep it out of the way.) The man could only pause, watching past lover and present lover with open, blue eyes, before he found the seat next to Atticus and dropped his large frame into it with only the slightest jostle to the aircraft. His wince was apologetic, but he didn't hesitate to open his knees wide, brushing against the man next to him. He didn't want to bother any of Atticus' work, so he just stole some of the man's coffee and took a sip. "Hey," he said to both Cat and Atticus.—It only took him a second longer to realize that scent of scorching that lingered in the close shell of the plane meant Cat wasn't Cat at all, but Janus. Steve smiled now that the confusion was cleared up. If he could reach her, he gave a pat to Janus' knee in belated greeting. "I almost didn't recognize you there," he said amiably, before he let his head fall back as much as it could, given seats were made for people smaller than he was.
The crew closed the doors and announced they'd be getting in the air. Steve, who'd been flying in planes since they were tin cans hanging onto hope, didn't pay much mind. He didn't even bother to buckle up. Instead, he looked to Janus when she spoke from Cat's mouth, asking if they were going to fight. Blue eyes slid to where shield sat covered in leather, then back. Steve sat forward, elbows on his knees. "From what I can tell, Teddy's being held hostage by a group of special-powered individuals seeking what looks like revenge. I'd expect a fight. But, I always expect a fight."