Adrian sat quietly in his jumpseat thinking about the task at hand, they had a plan but as Helmuth von Moltke famously said No plan survives first contact with the enemy. And so he sat there trying to formulate a backup plan. He saw Price toss Steve a targeting doodad for the toys he brought along and explain in detail about them. He looked at the Brit dryly and not pulling his punches he flatly said “You’ve got a scratch artillery company in that box at best so don’t fuck this up, Victor. Those things were untested last time we fought Ronan and I don’t trust untested weapons.” He was supposed to be better than that, but maybe he’d lowered his vaunted standards. Or maybe he was just overhyped and just proving it. The super soldier was sure of one thing, he didn’t have the time or the patience to hold a spoiled rich kid’s hand or sugarcoat shit. Maybe he worked on his orbital toys, but Adrian honestly didn’t care, they were a good thought but they weren’t going to win them this fight.
He took a tube of gray paste from his utility belt tossing it to Steve. “SWORD standard issue patch kit, nothing too fancy but it’ll keep you airtight if you spring a leak. Don’t forget to check your seals before we disembark, Sharon will skin me alive if I let you float yourself.” With that said Adrian started to check the seals on his own suit before double checking his new sidearm - it was something Coulson gave him that Price had made for SHIELD. At least this thing had been field tested. He knew Rogers hated going into space, he didn’t like it either but his work as a SHIELD liaison to SWORD and a combat instructor for the space agency meant that if he wanted to get paid he had to suck it up. “Hey Cap, I’ve always wondered something, why did you go with cuffed boots back in the 40s?” He thought it looked kinda silly and figured it was part of those old USO propaganda shows. “Heh, my grandpa was at one of those shows where the Army had you deck a fake Hitler and sell war bonds. I’ve still got a few of em’ in a safe.” They were more valuable now than they were when his grandfather Luther was still alive but he could imagine that they’d be nostalgic to Steve to see one day. Luther was around Steve’s age and Adrian could imagine how he’d rage at the bullshit that was Steve being 93 and looking like he was in his 20s.
He looked over at Tony with a knowing grin. “When we get there you’ve got thirty seconds to sign the moon before I have to tell on you. ‘Sorry boss, he did it while I wasn’t paying attention’. C’mon, you know you want to, hell if I had a laser I’d do it. Best damn autograph there is. And besides, she said not to blow it up, she didn’t say anything about signing the damn thing.” That grin turned into a wide smile at the idea.