he who hesitates is toast

“Oh, that car was for T’Challa,” Nakia says, flashing a smile at him. She comes to loop her arm through Sharon’s and starts leading her out the door, Shuri having already vanished down the corridor to the main lab.

“He had to catch up. Our car was vibranium.”

Ross makes another strangled sound. “That car? All of that was vibranium, just scattered about?”

“We reclaimed the parts,” T’Challa says, mildly. “We have some experience with this kind of thing, you must understand.”