Continuing his leave with Tony suddenly appearing at his side, questioning him, Steve sighed. He really didn't think it was wise to speak with Tony about his mission, but didn't want to be rude either. "I have some woman located in Oregon," he began, looking down to the folder curiously. "She's apparently a skilled warrior and has the abilities of a Shifter." Steve still didn't know what that implied, so he tried to reason that it would be something dangerous. According to this woman's prior information, it seemed a logical theory.
Rather than continue the chat with Tony, the solider gave a quick wave and headed out to his apartment outside of SHIELD. Toothbrush, weapons, extra clothing and of course his shield were all packed carefully inside his suit case. Checking the flight on his ticket, Steve still had an hour to kill before reporting to the airport. He took his opportunity to look over Malia's information once again. She was quite a radical character, judging from her history.
Finally Steve looked up and saw that his plane would be leaving in a few minutes. Grabbing his suitcase, locking the door and double checking everything, he left. The ride to the airport was short, but upon his arrival, Steve found that flying had definitely changed a lot since his own time. He passed through metal detectors, which surprisingly didn't go off from his shield, he figured SHIELD had something to do with the security customs allowing him to pass without problems.
Steve boarded the plan, finding he had a window seat. The landscape soon became nothing more shapes as the plane climbed up in the sky.
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Grabbing her drink from the cashier, Syndella sat down to enjoy a warm hot chocolate at her favorite cafe in London. The ambient music was pleasant and she easily found herself humming along to the melody. A few passing customers would occasionally glance down curiously at the only woman in London's rare heat wave who was still insisting on wearing black gloves. To anyone who wasn't aware of her condition, Syndella might have seen rather strange, wearing protective clothing. However, without her gloves things would become very difficult for Syndella. Unless she was working. Her gloves were always removed while working at the hospital.
"May I sit with you?" Suddenly a young man, rather handsome in fact, asked with a smile.
Syndella sighed, trying her best to return the honest smile. "Sure, of course."
The stranger sat down, his hands busied with a coffee of his own. Syndella could feel his eyes studying her carefully, although his stare lingered a tad too long on her chest. Men are always the same. Only after one thing.
"So, what's your name?" He asked, attempting to chat her up.
Syndella frowned, rising from the chair with her hot chocolate in hand.
"Sorry, " she apologized with a false smile. "I just remember I have to be somewhere."