The elevator door dings and opens to the glowing Gotham night. On the roof, washed in floodlights, the Aerie One waits patiently, a little knot of people hanging around near the hatch.

"There's my baby," Zinda says, fondly, and leads the way to the jet, the hatch opening and unfolding to them as they near it. She tips her head at Bucky. "C'mon, Sarge. Let's get you kitted out. And I'll find that comm for you, Canary," she tells Dinah. "So don't you go runnin' off without it."