14694/This is a thing that we are doing.

This is a thing that we are doing.
Date of Scene:	06 February 2023
Location:	Roof Landing, The Triskelion
Synopsis:	we go to canada
Cast of Characters:	Black Widow (Romanoff), Phobos

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Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
It was pretty early in the morning, before the usual flurry of activity that would be the rooftop later in the day. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. There was no one on the roof though, outside the two people currently exiting the elevator. Natasha had scheduled for the lack of personnel so that she might bring up one of their secret operatives. Cameras had been turned off for this time period as well. It would allow him anonymity if he wanted to take off that annoying visored helmet with the modulated voice.

Natasha was dressed in her SHIELD uniform, weapon on her right leg but the left holster not present. After all, this was a leisurely moment in a sense. She led the way to the waiting Quinjet that had been prepped, the back hatch sitting open to allow them access. And once inside, she glanced over at him.

"So do you want to officially learn how to fly one of these things? I'm tired of being your chauffeur." Which wasn't entirely true since she as rarely along on his missions.

Though after that last debacle, she might be less likely to let him out of her sight.

Phobos has posed:
    The modulated electronic voice that answered her was absent of the nuance that she often would hear in her usual exchanges with the operative known as Phobos. That helmet tilts to the side as he affects a curious look, then swivels his head to consider the Quinjet. He steps forward, footsteps quiet on the tarmac as he runs a hand along the edge of the vehicle.
    Turning back to her he says in that electric monotone, "Two levers? One for up and down and one for left and right?" She can imagine the smirk he must be wearing under that helmet, because the faceless mask gives her no feedback otherwise.
    He does, however, lightly tap the bay door contorls and causes the rear ramp to slowly descend with a low rumbling whir.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"Well, we can just skip this after all since you know," Natasha said with her own smirk, which was readily visible because she didn't wear a mask. Which, honestly, was something she probably should've thought about back before helping the Avengers during the invasion of New York City. It would've helped to remain in the espionage business with digital masks and prosthetics being required.

"Seriously. And all the cameras are off if you want to take off the helmet. No one is allowed on the flght deck for an hour. But up to you. I know you well enough to know what's going on in there."

She raised up a fist and it almost looked like she was going to knock on the visor but she didn't.

Phobos has posed:
    The young man smiles, and this time she can see it as he doffs that helmet, tucking it under one arm. With it held like that he looks like a bike racer ready for the track, all he's lacking are the racing stripes on his uniform, even though that uniform is a more advanced combat suit primarily used for espionage... he always felt it looked like a biker. Which wasn't bad. Bikers looked cool.
    "That better?" He says, a brightness lighting his features, brought to life by that warm smile and those eerie pale eyes.
    He starts to set foot into the back of the quinjet, but waits for her to precede him, expecting her to move along with him. "I'm sure it'll take a good while to pilot it. Though I've had training for civilian aviation."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"You have?"

Despite all their time together and all their talks, Natasha had somehow missed that detail. It wasn't like it had ever come up for them. Though she knew he could handle sailing across the ocean which was pretty damned impressive. Most people in this day and age, especially his age, were lucky if they could do their own laundry.

She did move into the quinjet, walking between the jumpseats that were currently folded up and secured flat against the walls on both sides. It gave more room for them to walk side-by-side. THen she hopped into the pilot seat on the left, leaving the co-pilot open for him.

"I figure it's easier to learn if we go up and you get a feel for her, if that makes sense. How much training do you have? Ever done helicopters?"

Phobos has posed:
    "Eight weeks with a Piper Cub." Alexander says with a smile, "But that's... a far cry from a machine like this." He walks behind her and sets the helmet down on one of the rumble-seats nearby. Then he looks over her shoulder. A few moments later he settles into that co-pilot seat.
    "I've had less time on helicopters, but I know them conceptually. I could maybe crash one very well." He offers with a solemn nod, maintaining that deadpan tone that she's used to him using when he's out and about in public. That tone where he says what he says and people have a hard time telling if he's serious.
    "But sure, let's head on up."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"This is sort of a blend of the two, since we have the VTOL abilities. But you don't have to worry about the rotors so that's a bonus at least."

The concept that he could probably crash one well has her giving him that /look/. Natasha then takes a moment to explain the various things on the controls in front of them. Which sounds very much like things he has dealt with, just might look a little different. She did point to the weapons system and that they would be worrying about that in the future. And if he did choose to start poking buttons, the ship had been stripped of armaments when being prepped.

Then she fired up the engines, called in on the radio to get clearance, and a moment later the ship was starting to rise vertically into the air. Once at the required height, she talked through how she was shifting from the VTOL to the normal engines and the ship smoothly leapt forward into the sky without so much as a rumble of distress.

The flight took them out to sea in short order, over water so that should they somehow manage to crash, at least they wouldn't be taking any buildings with them.

Phobos has posed:
    "Tupper was telling me it has a simplified version and an advanced version of the controls." Alexander sits in the seat and rests one hand upon the joystick next to him, not using it but getting a small feel for the ergonomics of the set up. "Where they disable the collective and limit the use of the variable jets. To make it more suitable for someone like me."
    He leans over and looks along the side window, trying to catch a look at those rotating jets before he looks back toward her. "How long did it take you to get up to speed in using a Quinjet?"
    The way he speaks, he's very open with curiousity, and at ease asking her these things. No sense of ego, no hesitation. "Or did your prior training make it easy for you to pick up?"

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"Quinjet wasn't too difficult. I'd already learned how to fly a Harrier back in the day when they were developed." Just a reminder of how damn old she was. And Natasha was about to make it even worse.

"Though helicopters were the really tricky ones for me to learn. It took me a bit to conceive of using four points of movement at once." Since it used hands and feet. "The newer stuff is so much easier to pick up after all that."

She pushed a few buttons and considered him. "It does have both settings but to be honest? I think it's stupid to start with the simplified controls. That's not going to help you when the shit hits the fan. We'll be skipping right to the advanced. Let me know when you are ready to take controls."

Phobos has posed:
    "I'm ready," He says almost instantly, resting his hands upon the stick and the throttle, his feet extend to find the resting place in the foot pedals, and his eyes flit around the holographic HUD then down to the control panel. He makes a few quick check of their course, their speed, their altitude, then considers the GPS display down to the middle of the data displays.
    "So does this count as our going out for date night? Or do we have other plans for the evening?" He asks this idly and off-handedly as he focuses on the ship...
    And when she passes off the controls to him there's only a slight shimmy in the craft as he takes control, then maintains current course and speed.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
And as those controls shift, she already had on her safety harness so she doesn't have to do so. Because if he does manage to flip them over or something, she'd like to remain where she was instead of thrown around the craft like a ragdoll. Not that she thought he'd have problems. Having flown a plane before, he should have the basics down.

"Flying a quinjet is a date?" Natasha had to ask with a soft laugh. She considered, glancing to the fuel gauge. "I mean if you wanted to head over to Europe for dinner with a high altitude jump at the edge of the atmosphere, it /could/ be. Don't think we could make it further than that without a refuel."

Phobos has posed:
    Alexander laughs softly, and glances at her, "I think... if we go off flight plan and head to Europe, we might get fired after the shenanigans we pulled." Considering they had been gone for a good long while. On a yacht.
    He then shakes his head. "Maybe somewhere in Canada? Do they have good food in Canada or is it all just Tim Hortons everywhere?" His lip twists up amused.
    "Or maybe in Quebec, since they have French food. So there that's an option."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"Depends on where you go. They have some good hearty steaks and the like. Some more exotic things if you go further out from civilization such as moose. Quebec could work if you want French. Nova Scotia for seafood. They probably have poutine everywhere."

He wasn't wrong about Europe. Though this time they wouldn't take a few months coming back. It would just be a refuel and jump back over. Yet, Maria Hill might have an aneurism if they did that. She began to type out something on the computer then glanced at him. "New heading. We'll try Quebec."