The Missing Years [TLV PSL]

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The Admiral drops them off... inside a quinjet. An empty, parked quinjet, with trees outside the windshield. B looks around with a frown, duffel bag of his meager things over one shoulder and hair mostly pulled back. Some bits escape, not quite long enough to stay in the tail.

"I thought we'd wind up in Wakanda," he admits. "Is this where you left from?"