The Soldat, The Captain and The Asset

3.5: The Argument

The sun is sitting high in the sky, casting down on the bustling city. A car is driving towards the roundabout, the traffic congested but still managing to squeeze through the twisting roads of the inner city of Berlin. A police motorbike goes around the circle, blocking people from exiting onto the roundabout. A man looks through his window, his hand resting just above his horn in annoyance at the obstruction in this midday traffic. A police convoy drives through the roundabout. It's made of a couple of police motorbikes on either end, with 4 police cars and two large grey armoured trucks.

Inside the first one, Bucky's head is sitting back against the metal headrest of the metal chair he had been restrained inside, a minor electromagnetic pulse going through his cybernetic arm to stop him from trying to break free of the prison pod he's in. There is a group of armed guards sitting on the other side of the glass-walled pod, looking at Bucky sitting inside, a look of defeat on his face. Inside the other truck, Yawa is in a similar position, her weapons having been removed from her person. She looks over at the guards with a glare, a murderous look in her eyes, thinking about escaping to try and get to Bucky.

In the front of the convoy, an SUV is heading it, driving through the busy German streets. T'Challa is sitting in the front, his hands on his lap but unrestrained. In the back Sam is sitting with Steve, both of them behind the grated panel that's stopping them from reaching into the front. "So, you like cats?" Sam stifles a laugh, tilting his head forward to look at where T'Challa is sitting.

"Sam." Steve glares over at him, elbowing him in the ribs which does nothing to remove Sam's interest in the topic.

"What?" Sam replies. "Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don't wanna know more?"

"Your suit..." Steve says, looking over at T'Challa who is currently sitting in front of them. "It's Vibranium?"

T'Challes eyes narrow as he glances sideways, his eyes glancing over at where Steve is sitting. "The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations." He informs him, looking back towards the front. "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?"

Steve looks over at the king with a stony faced expression, his eyes facing forward, avoiding making eye contact and conversation with the man. He watches as the convoy heads underground, into one of the sub-levels of a multistory secure facility, the walls stretching up high into the sky. A man walks over to them as they are removed from the SUV. He looks mid-40s with grey hair and a forced smile on his face, trying to act friendly with them. Beside him is Sharon, her hands in her pockets as she looks over at the three men exiting the SUV.

Steve's eyes drift over to where the pods are being removed from the trucks that they had come in. Yawa leans forward slightly, being stopped by the metal bar over her chest as she looks at Bucky and the others. Her hands clench, pulling at the restraints with no success. Bucky glances at Yawa, looking defeated. His eyes drift away, looking forward, sighing. His arms are lax in their restraints, wanting to get this over with, just wanting to go back and rest. Steve looks back over at Sharon. "What's gonna happen to them?" Steve asks, pointing towards the other two super soldiers.

"Same thing that ought to happen to you." Everett answers. "Psychological evaluation and extradition." He explains to them, his hands clasped behind his back. He looks Steve up and down.

"This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander." Sharon informs them.

Steve looks over at Everett, studying the physically older man with a crucial eye. "What about our lawyer?" Steve asks, crossing his arms over his chest,