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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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SAM WAS SEATED in the Pilot's seat this time, Ivanna beside Steve and Wanda as Wanda tended to Vision. Bruce, Natasha, and Rhodey all sat in their seats. Steve had ensured that the proper coordinates would be used, and they were on their way to Wakanda.
"Drop to 2600, heading 0-3-0," Sam called back, "I hope you're right about this, Cap. Or we're gonna land a lot faster than you want to."
The group sat silently as they passed through the force field and entered Wakanda. Ivanna rose from her spot and crossed the Quinjet, standing behind Sam to look at Wakanda as they flew through it.
"It's beautiful here," she mumbled.
Sam grinned and looked back at her, then nodded as he continued flying and then landed the jet. The group made sure they had everything of theirs, and then Ivanna moved to open the ramp. It lowered to the ground and the team walked out. Ivanna passed by Bruce and Rhodey as they were speaking with each other, wanting to walk beside Natasha to meet T'Challa.
"Seems like I'm always thanking you for something," Steve smiled and shook hands with T'Challa. The king of Wakanda have just as happy of a smile and then turned to the two women standing beside each other, smiling,
"Agent Romanoff, Agent Niloleavna,"
Ivanna returned the smile as his gaze dropped, and turned her head back to see Bruce bowing.
"What are you doing?" Rhodey asked Bruce like he was crazy.
"Uh, we don't do that here," T'Challa spoke and waved his hand in the air to show Bruce that he had no reason or concern to be bowing to T'Challa, "So how big of an assault can we expect?"
The group began walking back toward the castle behind them, Bruce stepping forward to speak with T'Challa.
"Uh, sir," the scientist stammered, "I think you can expect quite a big assault."
T'Challa nodded and Steve spoke up, "How are we looking?"
"You will have my King's Guard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and..." T'Challa cut himself short and turned his attention to the newcomer of the group,
"A semi-stable, 100-year-old man," Bucky spoke with a grin on his face as he walked toward Steve.
Steve returned the smile and pulled Bucky into a hug. Ivanna folded her arms over her chest and smiled softly, feeling a slight nudge on her shoulder that caused her to glance back. Natasha was watching Ivanna with amusement and titled her head toward Steve.
