#92 We Part Ways

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James' POV-

As the day came to a close, the somber reality of parting ways began to set in. Nick Fury stood at the center, discussing last-minute details with King T'Challa. A decision had been made: Wakanda would serve as a safe meeting point.

 For those of us now on the run from the UN and Secretary Ross, it was the ideal safe haven. Fury addressed the group, his tone serious but reassuring, "Wakanda will be our safe zone. Whenever it's necessary, anyone can come here to regroup and send word to the others."

He turned his attention to Clint, who was standing quietly to the side. "Don't worry, Barton," Fury said, locking eyes with him. "Ross will never get to your family. I'll make sure of it."

Clint nodded, grateful but still visibly tense. "Thanks, Nick," he said in his usual calm manner, though his relief was clear.

My dad shifted his attention to Scott Lang, offering him a grateful smile. "Thanks for standing with me, Scott."

Scott, ever the fanboy, grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. "No worries, Cap. It's an honor. Always."

Fury clapped his hands once, drawing the group's attention. "Alright, so here's the plan. Hill will stay with me, and we'll drop Barton and Mr. Lang back in the US."

Turning to my mom, he asked, "What about you, Romanoff?"

She sighed, her eyes flicking over to Dad briefly before lingering on me longer than expected. I tried not to react, but I could feel the weight of her gaze. Finally, she sighed again and looked back at Fury. "Where will you be going?" she asked.

"Somewhere in Europe," Fury responded.

"Good. Give me a ride?" Mom asked with a hint of detachment in her voice.

Fury nodded. "Sure thing."

He then shifted his attention to me. "What about you, Roberts?" He raised an eyebrow, waiting for my response.

I felt both my mom's and dad's eyes on me, but I didn't dwell on it. I wasn't staying with them—at least, not yet. With a nonchalant shrug, I replied, "A Wakandan ship is headed to Japan. I'll roam around Asia for a while."

Clint raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Asia, huh?"

I rolled my eyes at his teasing. "Yeah, Asia."

With that, everyone started to walk out of the room, scattering in different directions. 

I glanced back as we left the room and saw Mom lingering behind, her steps hesitant. She was probably waiting to talk to Dad. Something about the way she stood there, half in shadow, made me realize they needed that moment to themselves. They had to talk—really talk—before parting ways, and I didn't want to intrude on their privacy.

With a deep breath, I followed Uncle Clint and Wanda outside into the cool evening air. The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow over the horizon. The breeze was a welcome relief after the intense day, and the three of us stood in silence for a moment, soaking it in.

Wanda broke the quiet, her voice calm yet direct, "She knows."

I blinked, caught off guard. "Who?"

"Your mother."

My heart skipped a beat. "Wh-what do you mean?" My mind raced, trying to catch up. "What does she know?"

Wanda sighed, giving me that knowing look she always had when she read someone's mind. "That you're her son."

Beside me, Uncle Clint gasped in shock, his reaction louder than mine. "What? How? Wanda, did you tell her?"

Wanda shook her head, her expression soft but serious. "She figured it out. I just... confirmed it."

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