Aurora and the Avengers have been extra busy dealing with the aftermath of the fall of both SHIELD and HYDRA. After finally rounding up the rest of HYDRA, they now have new, unusual and personal threats to deal with. New friendships will be made, an...
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We were being escorted back to German Berlin headquarters. The charges, which involved a lot of reckless endangerments and harboring a wanted felon, were dropped. For us anyway, Bucky wasn't exactly as lucky. They took him in a separate vehicle, in what looked like a freaking cube jail.
The boys and I were able to change out of our suits, which were then confiscated. They even took my jewelry. What harm am I going to do with a few rings and necklaces? Okay granted one of the rings gives me the ability to fly and access to my scepter.
But other than that, what will a Yggsdrill ring and a necklace in the shape of a bow do? I didn't exactly want them to take away my stuff, but I really had no choice.
T'Challa and Veronica sit in front of Steve who sits in front of Sam and me. We were all silent, the only one who's actually done any talking was Veronica with the guy driving the vehicle. Rhodes had stayed behind to clean up the mess we had made. Veronica had stayed with us because out of all of us she was the only one who understood and spoke German. Being German herself.
"So, you like cats?" Sam questioned T'Challa, to break the eerie silence.
I looked at him with wide eyes. "Sam." I scolded. I don't particularly like silence, but did he have to ask that?
"What?" Sam defended himself. "Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don't wanna know more?" Of course, I want to know more but this doesn't exactly seem like the place where you ask that.
"Your suit . . . Vibranium?" Steve asked T'Challa. Veronica looked at him, "If it is vibranium that is very impressive." I can practically hear the interest in her voice.
T'Challes eyes narrow as he glances sideways at Steve.
"The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. A mantle, passed from warrior to warrior. And now, because your friend murdered my father, I also wear the mantle of king. So, I ask you . . . as both warrior and king . . . how long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?"
Considering my brother and I were able to get Jane out of Asgard and kill Malekith away from Asgard like my father had wanted. I'd say we can keep him safe. I mean, my friends and I disobeyed my father, the king of Asgard. So how hard can disobeying the government be? Again. Steve is stoned faced as the convoy heads underground.
We finally came to a stop, and we hopped down from the vehicle. Sharon stood with her boss and a few soldiers as we walked to them. Something tells me by the look on her bosses face we weren't going to like any of this. "What's gonna happen to him?" Steve asked as we saw them transport Bucky in what I literally mean is a cubed prison.
"Same thing that ought to happen to you." Sharon's boss said. "Psychological evaluation and extradition."
Sharon introduced us to him formally. "This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander."
