“So did I. Until yesterday. Look,” Ross tells her. He points out the window of the train at the gleaming poles that lean in and out as other trains pass. “They’re transporting raw vibranium on those. And those glowing things are sonic stabilizers.” He glances at her, a little sheepish. “I asked a lot of questions.”

Bucky leans against the wall by T’Challa as the train begins to move. “I hope you’re having fun,” he murmurs, low and wry. “With as much trouble as we’ve brought you.”

“It is not that much trouble,” T’Challa says, firmly. His smile flashes for an instant. “And I must admit, it is a lot of fun to see how you all react.”