"Hopefully, it should be. Get in, get out. Be home in time for dinner (in four days or so)."

She claps him on the back.

"Ah, you wish it was Florida. I will pack a bag."

She stands up, finishing her coffee. Despite her light aspect, she wasn't looking forward to going back to Russia either.

"I can bring someone else, if you would like to sit this one out."

She didn't expect him to.

"Well, the extraction date is two days from now, and the facility is in..."

She makes a face.

"St. Petersburg."

// I dooooooont

Why, you looking? Want me to try and hook you up?

-facilitate their escape."

Her brow furrows as she scrolls her phone, reading the message.

"There's a small contingency of scientists that wish to defect from Advanced Idea Mechanics and join SHIELD."

Which is an organization started as a branch of Hydra founded by Baron Strucker.

"A small team is to infiltrate and -

Mm. It is not something I ask about, surprisingly.

-Mun 30+
-MV/MS
-MDNI

Oh I don't know. Certainly gay. Unsure if attached or not.

"Eh, Bob deserves to chill. Besides. We will get bored with nothing to do."

Her phone goes off. Speak of the devil.

// I TOO HAVE WRITTEN KURT AND DO THE SAME TOO hfhdhdhd yeah

"Rule us??"

Oh... Yep. She was in a different universe. The mission has officially gone wrong.

"Superman." That fucking name though...

"He did something bad to you?"

"Hm? The Supes?"