T'Challa sprints out the door, hot in pursuit – and an invisible hand shoves him back and up and into the wall. As he drops, he sees the masked man lowering his weapon as the van careens back out of the alley, a familiar ring bouncing against his chest on a chain as they vanish.

He stares after them and makes ready to pursue, when he hears Okoye shouting. His General runs out to him, spear at the ready, looking grave. "My King," she says. "Nakia."

Nakia. He'd see her dive to the ground; was she hit, is she hurt? He turns and runs back into the remains of the chaos, then draws to an abrupt halt at the scene before him: Nakia and Ross both kneeling by a wounded Agent Carter. He sinks to his knee next to the woman, her rough gasps for breath scraping across his own heart, and looks at Nakia.