They left in darkness and they'll arrive in the pre-dawn gloom, which is good, as far as she's concerned. There shouldn't be too many people up and around and paying attention to them in the small hours of the morning.

But it does make this whole trip feel even less real than it did to begin with. She pulls herself from her cycle of catnaps as they soar over Nunavut towards Quebec, gets up to make a new pot of coffee and dig out something resembling breakfast that Bucky can eat one-handed. She sits cross-legged in the co-pilot's chair and sips at her coffee, watching as the sky gets busier, as the lights of once-familiar cities begin to sparkle in the darkness below.