𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒸 {𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌}

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒

"A message. Ultron killed Strucker." Steve said as Riss made her way into the room.

"And he did a Banksy at the crime scene, just for us." Tony said, looking at the picture.

"This is a smoke screen." Nat said. "Why send a message when you've just given a speech?"

"Strucker knew something that Ultron wanted us to miss." Steve offered.

"I bet he... Yeah." The computer beeped. "Everything we had on Strucker's been erased." Nat confirmed.

"Not everything." Steve disagreed. They sifted through the paper files. "Known associated. Baron Strucker had a lot of friends."

"Well, these people are all horrible." Bruce said, setting his file down.

"Wait, I know that guy." Tony took the file. "From back in the day. He operated off the African coast. Black market arms. There are conventions. All right? You meet people. I didn't sell him anything."

"Sure as shit hope not." Riss replied.

"Carissa Carter." Steve warned.

"Language." Tony finished. "He was talking about finding something new, a game-changer.It was all very Ahab."

"This?" Thor asked, showing a picture.

"Ah, it's a tattoo, I don't think he had it." Tony answered.

Thor pointed. "Those are tattoos, this is a brand."

"He's right." Riss looked closer.

"Oh, yeah. It's a word in an African dialect meaning 'theif'." Bruce said. "In a much less friendly way."

"What dialect?" Steve asked.

"Wakandan." Bruce struggled to say it. "Wakanda"

Steve and Tony looked at each other. "If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods..."

"I thought your father said he got the last of it." Steve replied.

"Clearly not." Tony pointed to Riss.

"It was already where when my boomerang was made." Riss stated.

"I don't follow. What comes out of Wakanda?" Bruce asked.

"The strongest metal on Earth." Tony answered.

"Where is this guy now?" Steve asked.

Riss stayed a beat behind, standing beside her dad. "You think I'm one of Tsark's puppets?" Ultron asked Klaue. "His hollow men? I mean, look at me. Do I look like Iron Man? Stark is nothing!" Ultron cut his arm off, Klaue stumbling back. "I'm sorry. I'm...Ooh. I'm sure that's gonna be okay. I'm sorry."

"He cut the guys arm off and all he has is 'I'm sorry'?" Riss whispered to Steve.

"Shh." Steve replied.

"Don't compare me with Stark!" Ultron demanded, kicking Klaue down the stairs. "It's a thing with me. Stark is... He's a sickness!"

"Now." Tony cued. He was up above them, watching the same scene they had witnessed. "Ah, Junior. You're gonna break your old man's heart."

"If I have to." Ultron replied.

"Nobody has to break anything." Thor said.

"Clearly you've never made an omelet." Ultron commented.

"He's got Tony's wit, that's for sure." Riss muttered.

"He beat me by one second." Tony mumbled.

"Ah, yes. He's funny." Pietro said. "Mr. Stark. It's what? Comfortable? Like old times?"