Tony watched Lucian soar into the sky and vanish completely into the clouds before looking away.
"Come on, what are you still staring at?" Tony turned toward the aircraft parked nearby.
Leaning beside the hatch, Pietro couldn't help asking, "Don't you have armor? Why do you still need a plane?"
Tony shot him an irritated glance.
"Because I have to bring you two along, plus an overweight green passenger. My armor isn't a taxi, understand?"
The aircraft soon reached the island.
Picking up Hulk went surprisingly smoothly. The big guy had eaten his fill of grilled meat and was in a very stable mood. He didn't lose his temper when he saw Tony, either, merely grunting twice before following him aboard.
"Natasha, send your coordinates," Tony called over the comms. "We're bringing you some 'local specialties.'"
A dozen or so minutes later.
Inside the airborne Quinjet, the atmosphere was somewhat subdued.
Steve Rogers sat on a bench, looking down as he wiped the shield in his hands. His movements were slow, his mind clearly elsewhere. Beside him, Clint Barton was checking the specialized arrowheads in his quiver one by one. Natasha stood at the console, watching the constantly fluctuating energy readings on the screen, her brow furrowing ever deeper.
The rear hatch slowly opened.
Tony walked in with Wanda and Pietro, followed by the massive Hulk. But Hulk was quiet, simply finding a corner to sit in.
Tony wasted no words and walked straight to the metal table in the middle.
He took the vials out of a storage compartment and set them on the table.
Steve stopped what he was doing, glanced at the vials on the table, then looked up at Tony.
"What's this?"
"From Lucian." Tony pulled over a chair and sat down, crossing his legs. "Super