Hope all you want bright boy, it doesn't help. Scott would find himself in motion, a hand gripping the back of his suit and dragging him fast enough that he seemed to hover, faster still until he was rising like a human kite. Still faster and then they were both up, not true flight, not like some supers had, but a light sort of graceful glide that held them aloft with just the swiftly passing ground beneath them to indicate the speed at which they were really moving.