[Leipzig AU] good for trouble

[from_the_outside]

Busan glitters like a disco ball in the night, and no one gives them a second glance as they stroll through the fish market, Sharon in her white dress on Ross's arm, the rest of the team behind them. "Sophia," she says, warmly, and exchanges air kisses with the woman, her pink visor and plastic apron both bright. She knows to expect them, and after she pats Sharon fondly on the cheek, she nods them through.

They spread out through the casino, the team's voices low in her ear. She stays by Ross, playing the part of arm candy, applauding when he wins and consoling him when he loses.

There's no sign of Klaue yet, and the metal briefcase full of diamonds stays locked to the wrist of one of the other agents. "I'm going to get a drink," Sharon murmurs to Ross, and makes her way through the crowd to the bar. 

The martinis here are fine, but not as good as Nat's.

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[from_the_outside]

"Hi, baby."

She unzips the dress and undoes the halter, letting it fall in a whisper of material to the floor, then bends to undo her shoes. "I can't talk long, but I wanted to just check in."

[nerves_of_ice]

"I'm glad you did," he murmurs. "Busy night?"

[from_the_outside]

"You could say that."

She shakes out her jeans and drags them on, then pulls on a button-down shirt. "I ran into some of your new friends."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Did you now.” At least he won’t have to try to hide that from her.

“Must have been a surprise for everyone.”

[from_the_outside]

"That's for sure."

She shakes her hair out of its bun and buttons up her shirt. "Not quite sure what's going to happen with everything, but it could had gone a lot worse."

[nerves_of_ice]

“I bet. Everything and everyone secure?”

He refuses to pry into anything she can’t tell him, but he can at least ask general questions.

[from_the_outside]

"Everybody's fine. And the hard part is over."

Aside from whatever negotiations Ross will need to make with T'Challa. "Mostly just talking left."

[nerves_of_ice]

That sounds promising, at least.

"Good." His warm smile comes through in the sound of his voice. "I'm glad. For a lot of reasons."

[from_the_outside]

"Me, too."

She tugs on her socks and ankle boots, then picks up her dress and phone, closing the speaker and setting the phone to her ear. "Sorry, baby, I've gotta go. But I'll call again later, maybe once I'm back in Berlin. Okay?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Okay," he reassures her. "I understand. Take care of yourself, sweetheart. Talk soon."

[from_the_outside]

"I will," she promises. "Talk soon."

She hangs up and slips her phone into her back pocket, then zips her dress into its garment bag and tucks it into her duffel.

It's probably too much to hope that Ross and T'Challa have come to some sort of arrangement yet, but she's feeling optimistic.

[nerves_of_ice]

He puts the tablet away and goes to find Shuri to bring her up to speed with the limited information he has. Still, it's promising... at least until the Task Force runs up against the impenetrable wall of determination that's T'Challa when he's set on something.

Then again, they've got more reason to know than most outside Wakanda, so it's not like they're going in unknowing.

[from_the_outside]

An hour or so later, Okoye has returned and the Wakandans have changed out of their evening wear – in T'Challa's case, out of his cat suit – and Sharon goes to join Nakia to look out the window as dawn breaks over the city, casting everything into a cool light.

"Any progress?" she murmurs, tipping her head back at the trio of Ross, T'Challa, and Okoye.

[marvel_npc]

"Not much." They can hear the faint sounds of Klaue's taunting from the room beyond. Nakia ignores it, focusing instead on watching the street. Even as early as it is, the city hums with the bustle of people heading to work or other places, focused on their own goals and needs.

A white service van moves slowly down the street, probably searching for an address on the cramped signage for each building, as she glances at Sharon.

"The king will not be moved on this. Klaue must come with us."

[from_the_outside]

"Ross might agree to that, if he gets the information he needs out of Klaue first."

He certainly won't agree to letting Klaue go without any ability to question him. She slants a sidelong glance back at Nakia. "You know we've got to find out what we can about his network."

[marvel_npc]

"Mm. I know." She glances over at the others in time to see Ross tap T'Challa on the chest dismissively with the back of his hand.

"Your boss needs to keep his hands off King T'Challa," she informs Sharon. Okoye looks like she's ready to put the point of her spear through Ross, and Nakia feels much the same way. "Or this will get much more difficult very fast."

[from_the_outside]

She desperately wants to ask if anyone in this room is currently getting their hands on King T'Challa, but that will have to wait.

"You don't know how amazing it is Ross even let you all in here," she murmurs. Ross likes the king, she knows; enough to relax SOP and let him join in on the interrogation, but –

"Hey," she says, quietly, nudging Nakia. "Ross is going in. We're getting started."

[marvel_npc]

She manages to keep a straight face even as Okoye's disgruntled "Americans" reaches her ears, but all hint of humor vanishes as Ross and Klaue begin to speak.

Sharon doesn't know she, T'Challa, and Okoye can hear what's going on in there, she knows. She turns back to the street and watches it as Klaue begins to tell Ross about the secrets of Wakanda that have been so closely guarded for so long, mixing it up with South American and Spanish legend.

The Golden City. How did he learn so much?

At least it doesn't seem like Ross is buying it. "Wakanda is a third world country," he counters. "And you stole all their vibranium."

[marvel_npc]

"I stole – ?"

Klaue dissolves into giggles, then lunges forward, shifting the chair he's restrained to by a few inches as Ross sits up and away from him. "All of it?" he growls. "I took a tiny piece of it. They have a mountain full of it. They've been mining it for thousands of years and they still haven't scratched the surface."

It's impossible, of course, but it's a strange story to tell, and Ross frowns, slightly, as he thinks about that arm cannon. "If you don't believe me," Klaue continues, "you ask your friend what his suit is made of. What his claws are made of."

He doesn't want to believe it – and he doesn't – but Ross hasn't gotten to where he is without a healthy dose of skepticism. He turns it over in his head, then glances back at Klaue and leans down to pick up his coffee before exiting the room, his expression carefully neutral.

[marvel_npc]

One look at Ross's face and he knows what is coming. He has to appreciate the man's directness, at least.

"Your father told the UN that Klaue stole all the vibranium you had," Ross says, bluntly. "But now he's telling me you have more?"

Beside him, Okoye shifts her stance. T'Challa maintains a polite expression of disbelief as he considers Ross. "And you believe the word of an arms dealer strapped to a chair?"

[from_the_outside]

A white van drives slowly by, then turns behind the building, and Sharon frowns as she sees Nakia watching it. "What's up?"

Nakia shakes her head. "Perhaps nothing," she murmurs, but tips her head toward the agent on monitor duty. Sharon follows as she goes and studies the different camera inputs. "Where's this?" Nakia asks the agent, pointing to an empty alleyway.

The agent gestures with his thumb over his shoulder. "Back there."

Nakia glances up and as their eyes meet, Sharon knows the same worry written on her friend's face is etched into hers, as well. "That van just turned in back there," Sharon murmurs, and Nakia nods.

"Come," she says, and heads into the main room.

[marvel_npc]

He's good, Ross realizes, as he scrutinizes T'Challa's features. He's very good, but he hasn't answered the question, and that's because he's lying.

"How much more are you hiding?" he breathes, only to whirl around as the other Wakandan woman bursts back into the room with Carter at her side. "Kukho into eyenzekayo emva," she snaps, which turns out to be all the warning they have before the wall of Klaue's cell explodes.

[from_the_outside]

People are screaming and yelling as dust billows into the rooms. The one-way glass fractures and then explodes inward as a man in a tribal mask pushes in, firing bursts of bullets from a semi-automatic weapon nudged against his shoulder.

There's no time to think. She sees Nakia stand and the man move forward and is in motion in the next heartbeat. "Get down!" Sharon yells, and tackles her friend as the man squeezes off another scattering round of bullets. She feels a hand push, hard, between her shoulderblades as they drop, but it's not until they hit the floor and she finds she can't get up again that she realizes she's been shot.

[marvel_npc]

"Hold still," she murmurs, cradling her friend across her lap. Sharon has very likely just saved her life, and been badly injured in the process.

Ross is shouting orders, sending the rest of his team running, and T'Challa has vanished through the wall. Okoye gives Nakia a searching look and runs after him as Ross drops down by her side.

"How bad is she?" he demands. "Bad," Nakia murmurs, pulling Sharon's ripped shirt aside to reveal the horrific wound in her spine. "Very bad."

[from_the_outside]

Pain is setting in, along with a horrifying numbness in her arms and legs and torso. It's all she can do to keep breathing, to try and push away the gray film that's trying to push across her vision.

Sharon whimpers, low, her breathing rough and labored, feeling cold all over. She can hear Nakia and Ross talking, but can't tell what they're saying, can't feel Nakia's gentle hands on her back. The fear is a distant thing, coiling up around her, tightening a little more with each terrified gasp for air. The cement floor is cold against her forehead, but she can't lift her head.

She can't do anything.