Mobile - Cap's Quinjet (December 2017)

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Cap's Quinjet

Stolen after the events of Civil War for transportation so that Steve Rogers could continue doing right, which, due to the Sakovia Accords, is now considered vigilante work.

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***Continued from the Treehouse***
December 24th 2017
23:57 local time

Steve opened his eyes. He was sat in the cockpit of the Quinjet with Maria Hill at the controls next to him. Below them were the tall mountain ranges that surrounded Wakanda. They had been in the air for almost 30 minutes.

"We're nearly at the City. You want to let the others know?"

Steve nodded to Hill and groaned onto his feet. He clearly needed more of a rest after escaping the Treehouse base and Talbot's troops. It had taken a toll on his back. Steve made his way out of the cockpit to join Nat and Scott. They had laid the unconscious Sam Wilson out on some of the seats.
Steve could see Nat was finishing up some checks on him.


"How is he?"



"I think he's ok."



Nat stood to face Steve as she spoke.



"I've checked him over. Nothing broken as far as I can tell. Probably a serious concussion but I'm no doctor and we have no real equipment here. When we get to Wakanda they'll know what to do."



Steve nodded. From what he'd seen of Wakanda's tech when he had left Bucky there, they clearly knew what they were doing.



"Despite getting caught with our pants down, the mission was successful. We have the locator."



"Yea, what exactly is that for again?"



Scott piped up with a furrowed brow.



"I'm all for breaking into places and stealing stuff but usually I know a bit more about what we're stealing. You said it was to find a prison?"



Steve held up his hand.



"I promise I'll tell you everything as soon as I can. We're working under orders from Fury. You know how secretive he can be. I promise, when I can tell you, I will."



Scott scowled but didn't offer any further objections. Nat, clearly used to this type of protocol, continued to check the equipment they had managed to take from the base. They had done well. As well as the locator Steve had swiped, along with the blueprints to the Raft prison, Scott and Sam had taken several crates that Scott had shrunk down during the escape. They were full of weapons, SHIELD issue armour, energy cores for Quinjets and some specific locked crates that Fury had asked them to keep an eye out for. Steve sat down beside Sam and checked his watch. 00:04. Wouldn't be much longer. He then noticed the time and called out to Scott who was idly kicking a SHIELD helmet along the floor.

"Cheer up Scott. It's Christmas morning. Many happy returns."

The engines of the Quinjet began to quieten as Hill's voice rang out over the intercom.

"We're here. Touching down now. Make yourselves presentable. I'm sure the King will want to speak to you about what happened with the American military right on his doorstep."

As the Quinjet landed, the gangplank drew down. Two lines of warriors were formed outside, each of them holding spears that Steve guessed to be vibranium. He had heard of the Dora Milaje but to see them was something else. At the far end of the lines, in a pristine black suit with purple inlay, T'Challa stood perfectly straight ready to welcome them. The city of Wakanda was as impressive as it always had been. Steve picked up the case containing the locator and made his way forwards to greet the King.

***To be continued in Wakanda***