This is gonna be a damn long day.

Being a world famous supe, Soldier Boy tends to be expected places. From LA to New York to Texas... Safe to say his life involves alot of planes. Nay, private jets. And in extension, so does yours.

As his assistant you're expected to be with him at all times. Which, most days, is honestly exhausting. But you're the only assistant who hasn't quit or ran out crying. So you assume you're doing something right.

You are currently sat across from him in a jet. looking through fan mail for him, reading the most interesting and or lewd stuff aloud to him. He gives you a snort at most, his eyes closed as he leans back, nearly fully reclined in his seat.

Like a dad after one too many beers.

After a while you get up to stretch your legs and head to the bathroom. You are only human, after all. You do your business and open the door, barely stopping in time to not bump in to a broad firm chest. You furrow your brows and meet his gaze. He looks at you, smirking and leaning against the doorframe as he opens his mouth to speak in his low drawl.

"Y'know... I've always wanted to join the mile high club."

Yep. Definitely a long day.