Adam knew he was being followed. He could feel those eyes on him, most of the time. It wasn't something he was unfamiliar with, not since that would-be Apocalypse that hadn't happened. Apocalapsed. Armageddon't. So many puns, so little time. Even if it was more than they had before. But it was years ago, really, and he was tired of being watched. Things had been coming to a head, of late. He'd been doing a lot of thinking, even as they traveled (now that he was deemed old enough). And wherever they went... he was there, keeping an eye on him. Waiting for some sign that things weren't over, yet. And, to be perfectly honest, he had to admit he really had no idea if things even were over. He supposed, logically, so long as he lived, there was a chance it would happen.
He hated the concept, as much as he hated the entire to-do and nonsense that had happened when he was younger. The entire thing was nothing but an irritation, and he was tired of being interfered with. Of having opinions shoved down his throat and expected to smile, nod, and go along without question. Of seeing evidence of tampering by Others, and being guided one way or another according to a design that wasn't entirely of human devising. It was... infuriating.
The blond teenager glanced to the side, barely a flick of bright eyes to the left, and back to the front. Wherever he did end up traveling, one of Them came along with him. While they might have outgrown many other of their childish whims, the light-hearted nickname had stuck. However, since they'd been keeping their noses fairly clean, hanging out together barely raised an eyebrow, these days.
Pepper caught the glance and gave a minute nod as they trailed after the Youngs through the airport. He was following them, still. The ...demon? Devil? Crowley, or something, wasn't it? She thought so. Not that names really mattered. She hardly had the focus to remember them, these days. She was more fluent in body language, and she could read the tension in Adam's frame as clearly as if he'd been raving his fury to the room at large. The demon was a bit harder, but his very 'muteness' made him stick out all the more, like a bit of black on a gray wall. She tugged the purse higher on her shoulder, shifting a freckled hand to a more comfortable grip. It didn't really have much in the way of feminine accessories, but it did have a very large and heavy book, a decent weapon in a pinch. Not that it would really help much against his ilk, but that had never stopped her before. She was fairly sure a man accosting a young girl in a place as crowded as this would definitely fall out in her favor, especially if she started shrieking.