Captain America Airport Novels & Stories

she said, plastering a cheerful smile to her face. “Why do you look like the Cheshire cat threw up on you?” Ryker asked. “I guess it’s because I’m so happy to tell you the good news,” Jo said with a shrug. “We found an airport. Yay!” Raising an eyebrow, Ryker said, “What airport are we talking about?” “It’s a secret airport in Richmond, Virginia. It’s called Meadows Airport, and hardly anyone knows it exists.” “If no one knows it exists, I probably don’t have coordinates for it, now do I? And how am I supposed to get there without the damn radar picking me up?”

He did not know that while she hated flying, she hated airports more. Much more, when he was flying with her. "Welcome to Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport, Mumbai. The temperature outside is in high 30 degrees. The local time is 11:30 pm. Please remain seated till the seatbelt sign is on. Electronic devices can be switched on. Passengers with connecting flight- all other flights are on schedule. Have a safe journey ahead. Passengers with Mumbai as their final destination can find baggage claim information at the gate. Thank you for flying with American Airlines. We sincerely hope you fly with us again in the future," the pilot's voice reverberated as the aircraft taxied towards the

Several hours later, Keegan wakes to the captain speaking over the intercom. “Good evening, this is your captain speaking. Please fasten your seat belts and prepare for landing.” Eagerly, Keegan opens her window shade to take in the scenery before landing. There is a beautiful body of water and lots of greenery surrounding Shannon airport- just outside of Limerick. That wasn’t something she was accustomed to flying out of Atlanta, GA. She relaxes into her seat rubbing the sleep from her eyes and stretching as the plane comes to a swift landing. She glanced at the note card once more then places it back in her bag.

Dulles International Airport (the main international airport serving Washington D.C., located about twenty-six miles west of the city in northern Virginia) at eleven in the morning in August is nothing like JFK. It is quieter, more orderly, with the particular atmosphere of a city that takes itself seriously even in its transit infrastructure. Valentina clears customs and finds Ethan waiting outside the arrivals hall — not at the barrier with the drivers and the signs, but leaning against a column twenty feet back with his hands in his pockets, watching the doors.

Another message from Jenna. Update when you land. Captain’s asking if we lost you. He ignored it. Not yet. The airport came into view, its control tower standing tall in the distance. Alex parked in the short-term lot, grabbed his duffel bag, and hurried toward the entrance. He didn’t just walk; he moved like a predator on the hunt. Inside, the terminal was waking up. Security lines were short. He ducked into a side kiosk and pulled out cash. “American Airlines. One-way to JFK,” he told the clerk.

KISAREL. The cab stopped at the far end of the airport, where regular passengers weren’t even allowed. Through the tinted glass, I saw the silver body of Mr. Stark’s jet gleaming under the floodlights, his initials, O.S., painted near the tail. I wiped my face, grabbed the small luggage I’d thrown together after getting home from the betrayal scene, and stepped out.

Max: “Are you sure you’re supposed to be on a plane and not strapped to a rocket?” Me: “Very funny. I’d rather be on a rocket at this point.” Max: “Don’t worry, I’ll pick you up. Bring snacks, I expect you alive and intact. ” I laughed quietly, shaking my head. His texts made me forget the anxiety gnawing at me. New city, new office, new challenges… but at least someone was waiting for me on the other side. Finally, the captain’s voice came over the intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be landing in New York in approximately twenty minutes.”

Her voice was firm when she spoke. “I think I know,” she said. Daniel and I turned to her at the same time, our voices overlapping. “Where?” She took a breath. “The airport.” “What airport?” we asked in unison again. “A private one—owned by his family,” she clarified. “It’s just outside the city limits, in a secluded area near the East River Industrial Zone.” Daniel didn’t hesitate. He pulled out his phone and quickly relayed the information to the responding officers. Then, without wasting another second, we all rushed to his car.

I shot my dad a quick text and was received poorly as he sent back an angry face and crying face emoji. “Good morning Miss Summers, Mrs. Murdock” the pilot says as he shakes our hands once we’ve boarded. “I’m Captain Reese and I’ll be flying you from JFK to LAX on this lovely day. The flight will be six hours today, so sit back, relax, and enjoy your flight.”

As soon as I landed at the private airstrip on the edge of Panama city, I was quickly startled at the views before me. The entire local Airport were actually owned by my company, what even more shocking is, T.A.S told me, for the whole day, every flight that were bound to land here has been re-direct to the nearby airport. Not only that, the entire airport were filled with armed forces, but when I observed them carefully, on each of their gears there was a Half Wing and a full circle, which is the logo of my company Virtue.