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Jᴇssᴇ MᴄCʀᴇᴇ ([personal profile] twelveoclock) wrote in [personal profile] nostalgiabomb 2016-07-07 01:50 am (UTC)

[ Well, this sure makes for a tense ride to the airport, but McCree seems unfazed. He doesn't do the things he does so that people will like him, after all.

The airport is little more than a single hangar and a runway, barely an airport at all, though the singular plane taking up residence there looks really out of place given how large it is.

McCree pulls right onto the runway, and into the open bay on the back of the jet itself. There, they're greeted by a blonde woman who gives McCree quite the Look when she notices Peter. ]


Put him in kinda a bad mood, sorry Angie.

[ She just rubs her temples and mutters, What am I going to do with you, Jesse? Then she moves around to Peter's side of the Jeep and asks for him to follow her. She'll lead him to a medbay, but it's at least away from McCree? The flight is well under way once the doctor releases Peter from her clutches, but give that she's the best at what she does, that broken arm should me no more than a mended bone and a dull ache.

The jet is likely a holdover from the glory days, and McCree can be found sprawled on the couch, hat pulled down over his eyes. By all accounts he looks like he's asleep, until he says, ]
Doc get ya patched up?

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