The Sentinels were flying from New York to Geneva for a United Nations summit. Adrian had been gracious enough to offer his private jet, but despite the luxurious accommodations, you were bored. Grant was watching some old movie with Katya, Clint and Elijah were sleeping, Tony was working as always, and Bryce was somewhere up front bugging the pilots, no doubt, while Bucky sat across the way from you, polishing his vibranium hand with a handkerchief.

You sighed and stared out the window at the Atlantic Ocean. After a few minutes, your phone dings with a text notification. "You look bored." The message was from Griffin. "Wow, so observant. No wonder you were the world's greatest assassin." You texted back, rolling your eyes at him. He didn't look up from his task of polishing his vibranium hand until he received your text. He smirked and then chuckled softly, then he texted you back, "I have an idea of something we can do."

"I'm not playing Risk with you, you always win." You texted back. You sighed again and went back to staring out the airplane window. You got another text notification. "It's an even better idea than kicking your as- at a boardgame." Griffin's text read. You raised your eyebrow, a little curious. "What might that be?" You texted back, turning to look at Griffin. He continued to avoid looking at you. He read your text and responded, going back to rubbing the knuckles of his left hand with the handkerchief. No one watching you two would know you were having a conversation.

"Want to join an exclusive club, doll?" The next text from Griffin made your eyes widen slightly. He stood up from his seat and casually walked toward the back of the plane.