Going unnoticed by those filling the rows of chairs, T'Challa stood along the wall with the rest of the Royal Guard. His head was angled slightly so he could see the United Nations' entirety and keep an eye on the bustling Austrian street many stories below. Soon T'Challa was only half-listening to the speech his father, King T'Chaka, was giving. There was an unusual amount of attention being given to an unassuming Secret Service van. Police dogs were brought in and began barking frantically, causing those near the vehicle to flee the area.
Sounds of panic from outside began to creep into the meeting room, and Natasha stood up from her chair partially. She barely had time to process what was happening before the Wakandan prince's booming voice filled the air.
"Everybody get down!" T'Challa shouted, running towards the podium, and specifically his father.
Natasha grabbed the shoulder of the ambassador next to her and dragged him underneath the desk just as an explosion rocked the very foundations of the building.
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The Winter Soldier vaulted over the edge of the roof, and picked up the assault rifle he left lying there. "Сделано." He didn't look at the two individuals waiting behind him as he spoke. "Входить." (It is done. Move in.)
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"Baba?" T'Challa coughed, crawling through the rubble towards his father. "Baba!" he cried, kneeling on the ground and pulling the king into his arms.
King T'Chaka opened his eyes and placed a trembling hand against his son's face. "I am alright, my son," he said in a low, reassuring voice. "But there are others less fortunate than I." King T'Chaka coughed twice, wincing slightly, then his expression became stern. "Go. Stop this madness."
Worry etching lines in his forehead, T'Challa began to protest, but his father would not have it.
"This is what I have prepared you for, my son." With the final word, King T'Chaka removed his ring and pressed it into T'Challa's palm. In one simple act, he passed his mantel down to the next generation. "You are a warrior and a king. Now is the time for the Black Panther to take his place in the world."
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"Tony, you brought a suit, right?!" Natasha yelled over the chaotic noise of panicked ambassadors and congressmen flooding out of the half-demolished building.
"I'm insulted you think I would go anywhere without one." Tony deadpanned, with his eyes fixated on his watch. Moments later, an Iron Man suit appeared. He shot Natasha a smirk as the red and gold armor engulfed his body, then soared high above the mayhem, scanning for the attackers.
Once he found the individuals he was searching for, Tony called Natasha and Thor to his position. "I've got good news and bad news," he said when they were within earshot. "Good news is there's three of them and three of us. Bad news is they're uh, old friends." His exasperated sigh was loud through the speaker of his suit. "We're gonna have to assume they're not going to recognize us. Thank Hydra for that one."
Setting his jaw in determination, Thor glanced at Natasha who's expression mirrored his own. A small car came flying at them out of nowhere, but Thor swung his hammer wielding arm, and a bolt of lightning destroyed it before it got too close. A gunshot pinged off Tony's armored shoulder.
"Nat, take care of Winter Wonderland, will ya?" Tony said before he rocketed off the ground. Doing a quick flyby, he aimed a few stun shots at Silver Shadow who shot blasts of her own, diffusing his in mid-air. "Thor, the big guy's all yours!"
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Just a few countries away, Steve stood in front of the TV, trying to keep a neutral expression as he watched live footage of the attack at the United Nations:
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