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"Four AM?" Fat Amy groaned, "What kind of whack job starts their day this early?"
"Slave drivers," Beca quipped as she fell in step with Amy. They were all currently climbing out of an SUV parked at an airfield located God knows where. Beca, who couldn't tell if she was still drunk or hung over, had climbed straight to the back of the SUV and fell asleep, with little regard for where they were going. She was the last to climb out once they reached the airfield. Most of the others had already made their way towards the second car that had carried their bags and began unloading.
"Come on ladies," Jessica called as she flung their bags out of the vehicle, "The early bird wins the war."
"That's not even how that saying goes," Amy fired back.
"And it's too early to play teacher's pet, Cappy," Beca chimed in.
Out of nowhere, locks of red hair appeared next to Jessica. The Captain handed Chloe her bag, unlike the ones she had unceremoniously dumped on the ground. "Thank you Captian," Chloe said, brushing her fingertips across Jessica's forearm, "Ignore them. Some people just aren't morning people." Chloe threw her duffle bag over her shoulder as she began walking towards the plane that was waiting for them. "Or they just can't hold their liquor as well as others," the red headed added as she sauntered passed Beca.
"Hello to you too Red," Beca said to her retreating form.
"Some history there?" Fat Amy questioned as they both grabbed their bags.
"Not really," Beca answered, "Ran into her at a bar last night."
"And?" Amy probed.
"Shot me down cold," Beca stated, "Again."
"To bad short stack," Fat Amy replied, "You can't win them all."
"Who says I want that?" Beca shot back.
"Who wouldn't?" Stacie swept in and joined their group, "Even I got to say that girl is fine." Lilly was next to join the group, whispering something unintelligible. Well Beca, who was closest, may have heard her. But once she caught the word "duct tape" she thought it would be best to tune Hawkeye out.
"If I wanted her I'd get her," Beca assured the group, "It would take me a week... Tops."
"What are you guys talking about?" Aubrey, who was waiting by the bottom of the steps leading to the plane, asked.
"Nothing," Beca answered simultaneously with Stacie and Amy's "Chloe."
"What about her?" Aubrey asked.
"Nothing," they all answered at once.
"Seriously guys," Aubrey began. She was crossing her arms and shifting her weight to her right foot, obviously preparing for a lecture. "If I hear so much as a peep about her not getting the respect she deserves from you guys I will not hesitate to take out my own security detail." Any protests from the group were immediately cut off when Chloe stuck her head out of the door of the plane.
"What are we waiting for?" Chloe asked.
"The sun to come up," Beca continued complaining.
"Well come on," she said, "I wouldn't keep me waiting too long. It makes me feel disrespected."
The circle of people on the ground exchanged guilty looks, realizing they had been overheard. One by one they made their way onto the plane. Beca noticed that Chloe had chosen the seat next to Jessica. They were talking animatedly. Beca made her way to the row of seats behind them. "Remind me what you said about the first superhero you meet?" Beca said as she passed by Chloe.
"What's that supposed to mean Stark?" Aubrey, who was right behind Beca, challenged.
"Nothing Aubrey," Chloe spoke up, "Let it go. I don't think Beca is feeling well this morning." Beca took her seat just in time to see the last moments of Chloe squeezing Aubrey's hand. She was getting the idea that Chloe was a naturally touchy person. She quickly reminded herself she didn't care.
"Morning everyone," Fury greeted, being the last one to climb on the plane. She stood I'm the aisle at the front of the plane, addressing everyone as they took their seat.
"Are you up there to tell us how to buckle our seatbelt?" Beca asked, "Because I'm more of a hands on learner, really."
"Everyone pass your cell phones forward," CR instructed.
"What? Why?" Stacie objected. She looked like she was mid text message. Probably talking to one of her many boyfriends.
"We are dropping off the grid," CR explained, "Since we are trying to help Aubrey disappear, we need to disappear."
"That should be easy," Fat Amy said, "A handful of above average humans and one god. That screams blend in." Cell phones were being passed forward as Amy spoke, a protest on everyone's lips.
"Oh come on guys," Chloe piped up, displaying some of that cheery nature Beca had witnessed the night before, "Try thinking of it like a vacation. It's like those spy movies. We are probably going to end up on some Russian mountainside in the snow. It'll be beautiful."
"What if we end up in some rain forest somewhere?" Stacie said.
"Yeah like King Kong's stomping grounds," Beca added.
"Ew. No!" Stacie continued, "The bugs in that movie are disgusting."
"What?" CR interrupted, "No! Guys, we aren't going to a rainforest."
"So it is a Russian mountainside?" Amy observed.
"Ok that's enough!" CR silenced everyone, "Just shut up! Put your seat belts on so we can get out of here." Beca raised her hand. "What Stark?"
"You still never showed me how this buckles," Beca answered, "Now what am I supposed to do?" Chloe turned around in her seat to face Beca, peering down at her over the back of her seat. Beca smirked up at her. "Is this the part where we get on to the hands on learning?"
"Something like that," Chloe replied. The next thing Beca knew, she was quite literally stuck to her seat, several inches of spider web securing her from the shoulders down, stopping at the bend of her elbow. The plane erupted into laughter. Chloe just smiled sweetly.
"This joke is getting old fast," Beca told her.
"I'm still laughing," Jessica said in between giggles.
"You said you wanted help," Chloe replied, returning to her seat, "Who am I to turn away from a comrade in need?" Beca pulled against her restrains to no avail. At this moment it was hard for her to remember why she even agreed to this.