Welcome To Marvel/ It's A War

Chapter 11: Illegal

Steve's POV

"So, you like cats?" Sam asked.

"Sam." I said.

"What?" Sam asked, "Dude shows up, dressed like a cat and you don't want to know more?"

I paused, "Your suit... it's vibranium?" I asked.

"The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. Passed from warrior to warrior, and now, because your friend murdered by father, so now I wear the mantle of both warrior and king. And I ask you, as a warrior and a king... how long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?" He asked.

I stayed silent and the car pulled into the area. They opened the doors and we got out.

"What are they going to do to him?" I asked, looking at the important looking man who stood next to Shannon.

"Same thing that should happen to you. Physical evaluation and extradition." He said.

"This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander." Shannon introduced.

I couldn't blame her, this was her job.

"What about a lawyer?" Sam asked.

"Lawyer, that's funny." Ross said.

"See that their weapons are placed in lockup. We'll send you a receipt." He said before walking away.

"I better not look out the window and see anyone flying around in that." Sam said as they took his suit.

They escorted us to another room, Natasha joined us on the way there.

"This is what making it worse looks like." She said.

She left us when we got in, where Tony was on the phone. He quickly spotted us and ended it.

I looked around the room, but I didn't see Courtney. Did she get away from the cops or what?

Damn it.

"Consequences? General Ross wants you both prosecuted." Tony said.

"And Courtney?" I asked.

Tony paused, "What about her?"

I glanced at Sam.

"Tell me you didn't bring a fourteen year old girl to rescue your metal armed buddy who blew up a building." Tony said.

I turned back to Tony.

Courtney's POV

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." I muttered, slicing into my arm with a steak knife.

I spotted a bullet and quickly pulled it out. I put it on the table and signed as the wound began to heal again.

One down, two to go.

I hate getting shot, the bullets always stay in me and the wound closes over it.

I got shot once before when Damian and Jake were trying to steal from a store and got caught. I had to fight the owner, and unfortunately, he had the gun.

Steve and Sam weren't back yet. I wasn't too worried aboht Bucky, because well, even if he is Steve's friend from a million years ago, he isn't the same person. I'm only helping because Steve deserves it. After everything he did for me.