"I'm really not that fast at aiming."

Rete's bot drops to the ground. "They're on their way to rendezvous with us and then head into town to catch up with Jet," it reports, "rather than stay to encounter the airplane."

"Well, at least someone's making good decisions. Let's go meet up with them." She takes off at a light jog.

Rete leads the way toward Lorica, who keeps pace with the others.

Loki does her best to hide the group as they move - the plane passes over them, goes a bit, then starts to circle, flying more slowly.

Around the same time Jian catches up to them.

"If we knew who the plane was I'd be tempted to go introduce myself, as an independent agent, but if they might just shoot me out of the air..."

"SHIELD's stupidly variable about how trustworthy they are, too, even if it's them..."

"People are sometimes reluctant to shoot me; I could try talking to them, if it looks like pretending we aren't here's gonna fail."

"Do I have better odds being seen with you or striking off?"

"I think best odds are if we can delay until we get Jet and Wiccan targets a teleport out of here, but I don't know how likely that is versus them noticing us. I can also talk to them as a delaying tactic; I don't mind being left behind. - I think if we stay still here I can cover us decently, especially if the Scarlet Witch continues focusing on keeping them from finding us, and Jet's probably more able to find us than we are to find her. That'll give Wiccan extra time to target..."

"Okay, I'll stick by you."

She nods, as Wiccan starts mumbling.

And then, soon after, as the plane's apparently running a search pattern over them, Jet zooms up.

"Do we have a plan for getting out of here?"

"Yeah, Wiccan, any second now - "

And then the world sort of shivers, and Wiccan's spell goes off.

They're all elsewhere.

Jian stumbles.

She doesn't appear to be any elsewhere she recognizes.

And, more importantly, she can't see the rest of her team.

This is an alpine forest and it's cold.

"Wiccan. What the fuck," she groans, face palming. Unfortunately, speaking of the overpowered magic user apparently doesn't summon her.

Jian rests a hand on her sword, listening, and turns slowly in a circle. Is there anything not an alpine forest around? Or anything she could use for shelter - her metabolism's a super soldier's, and she can adapt, but she wasn't dressed for the cold.

There's a cute little alpine village with smoke rising from its chimneys down that way, if she squints through the trees.

Well, trudging towards the cute little alpine village it is.

She doesn't get any less annoyed over the course of the walk, though it settles more into a sulky simmer than anything active.

There's a path of sorts she can find en route but it isn't paved, or carved into steps in steeper sections.

The village has no cars and no streetlights and the houses are all made of wood.

LARPers? Amish? Bizarre aesthetic choices? Different planet or dimension? Who knows!

Jian doesn't have cell reception (she checks on the way over, then turns off her phone), even the pricey international roaming kind, or a functioning GPS, which suggests she's not on a familiar Earth. Joy.

Is there anyone out and about in the village?

Yup. Not too many - it's cold - but somebody's going from house to barn, somebody's chopping firewood.

She lets her route take her towards whoever's closest, then.