The mission goes off as planned, and he’s all the more grateful because it’s been a rough week of planning leading up to it, and even though it was something he’s done a million times, the amount of logistic bullshit involved had been making him lose sleep. He reaches the extraction point just as Bodhi swoops in closely—skillfully, as always.
Grip tightening against the strap keeping his pack to his back, he hops on the jet and grips onto the safety bar before gesturing for Bodhi to take off again. It only takes a few moments for him to resecure his rifle into his gun rack before he’s sliding into the passenger seat next to the pilot with a hefty sigh.
“God. Glad that shit’s over.” He laughs and straps himself in properly (safety first). “I hope the next mission brief isn’t half as long as this one was. I mean, not that I can't handle it, but a guy needs room to breath every now and again.”
Bodhi is waiting and ready, as planned with the jet, so when Bucky steps in, he's already closing the ramp and starting to pull away. Then they're picking up speed as they take off into the altitude.
As per usual, he doesn't consider it a success until they're well off and away, focus and tension still keeping him rigid in the seat until Bucky slides into the seat next to him. He drops his shoulders, relaxing an inch or two - but hands are still tight on the controls. The radio buzzes, and he picks it up, to report the extraction went off as planned. No hitches.
Thankfully. He heaves a sigh, hanging up.
Bucky saves him the trouble of reminding him to buckle up, and Bodhi shakes his head. "You mean you don't love this? Could have fooled me." He raises a brow. "Any unexpected trouble?"
“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I love running missions, especially if I get to have a little bit of fun along the way. Bonus if you’re picking me up cause Johnson ain’t a fan of talking — the guy straight up ignored everything I said off report last time! Seriously! What the hell! — but man the logistics on this baby were off the charts. Too much to keep track of that I don’t usually gotta do. I may as well have been running the damn thing, even if that ain’t my actual job to.”
As usual, Bucky could easily be both sides of the conversation himself, but he does ease off a bit to answer the other question, the actually probably might be important and relevant to the job question. “No trouble though. Unless you count a bird leaving a nice package along the middle of my rifle before I finished packing up.” Which is clearly unexpected trouble in Bucky’s book, but their superiors probably wouldn’t quite agree with that one.
pilot + agent
Grip tightening against the strap keeping his pack to his back, he hops on the jet and grips onto the safety bar before gesturing for Bodhi to take off again. It only takes a few moments for him to resecure his rifle into his gun rack before he’s sliding into the passenger seat next to the pilot with a hefty sigh.
“God. Glad that shit’s over.” He laughs and straps himself in properly (safety first). “I hope the next mission brief isn’t half as long as this one was. I mean, not that I can't handle it, but a guy needs room to breath every now and again.”
sorry abt the delay!
As per usual, he doesn't consider it a success until they're well off and away, focus and tension still keeping him rigid in the seat until Bucky slides into the seat next to him. He drops his shoulders, relaxing an inch or two - but hands are still tight on the controls. The radio buzzes, and he picks it up, to report the extraction went off as planned. No hitches.
Thankfully. He heaves a sigh, hanging up.
Bucky saves him the trouble of reminding him to buckle up, and Bodhi shakes his head. "You mean you don't love this? Could have fooled me." He raises a brow. "Any unexpected trouble?"
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As usual, Bucky could easily be both sides of the conversation himself, but he does ease off a bit to answer the other question, the actually probably might be important and relevant to the job question. “No trouble though. Unless you count a bird leaving a nice package along the middle of my rifle before I finished packing up.” Which is clearly unexpected trouble in Bucky’s book, but their superiors probably wouldn’t quite agree with that one.