Sam's grin brightens a little, when Jet turns it into a promise. "I'm holding you to that."

Then he chuckles. "Yeah, yeah, I've heard that before. You know, you super types sure like to make fun of us poor humans," he teases with a grin, clearly not at all offended. "We can find me a flight suit, though, and I'd love to see what you've got. Long as you let me return the favor when I get my wings back."

Not that he really thinks either of those will happen while they're under the Capitol's thumb. But one day, maybe.