[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=639A5E][center]Frederick Flynn[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/f2f1ca2eda79440e53b1a9f16ff6eb7e/tumblr_njmy1s4MwO1tta1ono1_400.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=639A5E][b]Location:[/b][/color] Pym's Lab
[color=639A5E][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]

	Flynn for the most part like everyone else sort of slept for the entire flight. He didn't care too much for flying long distances across the country, but there wasn't much else that he could do about it. California from DC was a long way, it was a long flight to any point on the west coast, he knew that all too well from the times he had spent flying to Washington State over the years since that was where his family lived. He had kept close to Bonnie though, not too sure what else to really do.

	Goose had been content being up on the front dashboard of the quinjet. It was his favorite place to sit when he had to fly in one, as it always had the best sunbeam ever! On occasion during the flight, he'd poke a few people with his paws, trying to get them to pet him whether they wanted to or not, but he always went right back to his perch to sleep. Long flights were boring, but he was used to them for the most part.

	When they landed and got there, Flynn started looking around at all of the different bits of technology in the lab. If Pym thought Hawkeye wouldn't be able to understand anything about what was going on, he doubted that he'd figure anything out. [color=639A5E]"...So, what's going to happen if this doesn't work? I mean I'm sure it probably will and the science goes over my head by a mile, but still... What's going to happen if this doesn't actually work?"[/color]

	The cat was wandering around the lab, brushing up against people as he went, eventually walking over to a few bits of tech though as he started poking at it. He then jumped up onto a table, looked at everyone else, before proceeding to knock over a mug full of pencils, sending it falling to the ground. The group of ants catch the mug before it actually can shatter, and Goose looks at them a bit strangely. [b]"Mrow?"[/b] he asked, confused, before he looked at the others again, still sitting on the table.