Sharon Carter (
from_the_outside) wrote2022-03-30 05:39 pm
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[Leipzig AU] good for trouble
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.
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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"We're not going to make it," Shuri warns. Bucky starts to reach for the gearshift and emergency brake to throw them into a drift skid, only to hear T'Challa say, "Keep going!"
Suddenly the car tilts up into the air as T'Challa rolls to the side of it and uses his claws to help them corner. Bucky grins, wide and bright. "I've done the same thing with my hand before," he observes, causing Shuri to laugh as the car lands back on the ground and Wakanda's king lands on its hood.
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No Klaue. He reaches in and removes the driver, tossing him behind the SUV and into the path of the remote-controlled car. "Hey, what was that?" Shuri demands, as the car bumps over the unlucky man.
"Don't worry about it," T'Challa tells her, leaping back onto the roof of the car as the SUV drives up onto the curb and launches itself into the air in a chaos of shattered metal and glass. "You're doing great."
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"Hey, look at your suit," she tells T'Challa. "You've been taking bullets, charging it up with kinetic energy!"
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A second later, the release of kinetic energy sends the SUV flipping back over nose, and he arcs gracefully through the air to land back on the controlled car.
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"Faster, Shuri," T'Challa demands, to which she yells, "I'm going as fast as I can!" Bucky opens his mouth to make a suggestion, but suddenly they're out of time as Klaue leans out a window and aims at them.
"No no no no no--" The blast from the weapon hits the car in South Korea, and in Wakanda, Bucky and Shuri fall to the ground as the vehicle is destroyed and the link vanishes.
"Brother!" she screams.
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"Klaue!" he shouts, as he stalks forward, as the man rolls out of the SUV and staggers to his feet, clutching the precious vibranium. Around them, people gather in a curious semi-circle. T'Challa releases his claws with a metallic sound. "Did you think we would forget?" he demands.
Klaue aims the strange weapon at him and fires. It disrupts the suit for a moment, but only a moment, and then T'Challa is on him, ripping the thing free of his arm. "Look at me, murderer! Where did you get this weapon?"
"You savages didn't deserve it," Klaue scoffs, and in a fit of temper T'Challa lifts him by the throat and shoves him against the wrecked car as Klaue begs for mercy.
Mercy! "Every breath you take is mercy from me," T'Challa hisses, and prepares to strike.
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"Ihlabathi libukele," she warns, desperate. If he strikes, all will be lost in the eyes of the world outside Wakanda, a world they cannot ignore, much though some would wish to.
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Next to her, Ross leans out the driver side window. "Come on, guys. Let's go, huh?"
A siren sounds, and Task Force vehicles come following behind as she and Ross get out of the car to take custody of Klaue.
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"There would be," Bucky murmurs. "And if he'd executed him in public like that outside Wakanda -- it wouldn't have been good, Princess. Especially with his particular skills. Captured's better, he can arrange to have him brought here and dealt with. It'll be okay."
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She removes her communicator from behind her ear and leaves the sand table with a reluctant sigh. "That was fun, though."
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Still, he'll feel better once he hears from Sharon. It's not hard to put together the fact that she'd been looking into alternate uses for vibranium a few weeks ago with her sudden trip on Task Force business with what apparently would have been a notable black market sale from a known vibranium thief.
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As Ross grinds his teeth and the caravan winds its way towards the Task Force's safe room, she takes moment to pull out her phone to text Bucky. It's looking like it'll be a long night – what's left of it, the night is already hurtling toward dawn – and she doesn't want him to wait up if it'll take a long while before she can call.
hey, long night, might be a while yet before I can call
I can call tomorrow if it's getting late there
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A soft, amused breath escapes him as he looks at the screen. A long night, huh? He just bets.
as long as you’re ok
that’s all I need to know
call when you can
its fine
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at ease
call you when I can
She slides the phone back into her pocket and tries to remember the time difference between South Korea and Wakanda.
The Wakandans, unsurprisingly, are grim and silent through the ride – aside from Nakia, anyway. She winks at Sharon when their eyes meet, and Sharon suppresses a huff of laughter as they pull in to the safe room. T'Challa and Okoye have a low conversation and the General glances over the Task Force personnel as they get out of their cars, then turns to leave.
"She is getting our things," Nakia whispers to Sharon, who nods.
"What?" she says, and gestures to her pretty white dress. "You don't want to stay in evening wear for this?"
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She hasn't had the opportunity to observe T'Challa with outsiders like this before, but cannot fail to notice that this, at least, seems more familiar to him than she might have expected. She is going to have to find out more about how things took place in Vienna and Berlin.
"You know we are going to have to come to an agreement, yes?"
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She folds her arms and looks over to where T'Challa and Ross are talking. "Do you think they know that?"
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The Task Force team brings Klaue in and secures him in the little interrogation room with its two-way mirrored window, while he pokes fun at them the entire time.
"He is very irritating," she notes.
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She leans onto a desk and watches as the other agents set up monitors and start brewing coffee. "So I hear you met my special gentleman friend."
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"Of course."
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By himself out there in Wakanda, now with Steve and Tony gone, too. She's absolutely certain he's been downplaying what he's been thinking and feeling, not wanting her to worry.
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"He is very quiet, and has been keeping much to himself, but I believe Shuri is determined to see to it that this changes. T'Challa as well, now that he has more time to give."
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She lifts a hand and pats Nakia's arm. "I'm going to go change. Back in a minute."
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"This will be difficult," she murmurs, and Okoye nods. "Yes. But we cannot leave Klaue with them. Under any circumstances."
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