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Nightti.
In the top-floor hall of Avengers Tower.
The sa group from earlier in the day— Steve and the others— were still present, but now Tony and the Secretary of State had joined them.
"Alright, what's the urgent matter you called back for?" Tony, dressed in a dark T-shirt, leaned against the desk, scanning the group seated in the hall. Steve and the others were focused on the Secretary of State.
"Isn't the current situation clear enough?"
The Secretary of State, an elderly man with graying temples, sighed lightly. "I understand. You've saved the world multiple tis and fought tirelessly to combat cri. However, the public sees you more as vigilantes than superheroes now."
Natasha, clearly frustrated, retorted, "Mr. Secretary, you throw around the term 'vigilante' so casually. Would you dare use that word to describe Kyle?"
"That's different."
The Secretary of State avoided the topic. After all, this era of peace had been built by Kyle. The Symbol of Peace's contributions were beyond his place to discuss.
Or, more accurately, no one in this world dared to stand in front of Kyle and question his actions.
But the Avengers were a different matter.
"Think about it," The Secretary of State said sternly. "A group of super-powered individuals living in Arica, frequently disregarding sovereign borders, ignoring local law enforcent and laws. Your actions are reckless and without consequence. Now, the governnts of the world can no longer tolerate this situation."
At this point, the Secretary pulled out his phone and pressed play on a video. The footage showed Hulk rampaging through city streets, Thor striking a tower with lightning, Iron Man battling Ultron, and Scarlet Witch using her powers to move bombs, which destroyed buildings.
All around them, ordinary citizens were screaming and fleeing, caught in the crossfire of these superhuman battles. They were re flesh and blood, easily injured or killed by even minor fallout from the fighting.
"The Battle of New York, the Helicarrier incident, the Washington battle, and the Sokovia conflict— you rember all of these, don't you?"
The Secretary put away his phone, and upon seeing the heroes in the hall fell silent, he cald himself and pulled a docunt from his suit jacket. "Of course, there is a solution. This is the Sokovia Accords. Led by Wakanda, 117 countries support this agreent. It seeks to regulate and limit the actions of Superhumans. Every nation will have the right to oversee and monitor their activities. Superhumans will no longer be able to act unilaterally. If they do, they will face sanctions from over a hundred countries."
"Only by signing this agreent can the Avengers continue to operate in harmony with the world."
The Secretary's decisive words marked the conclusion of his speech. He left the Sokovia Accords on the table and exited the hall alone.
The group sat in silence for a long ti.
Finally, Tony broke the silence and shrugged with an indifferent expression on his face. He picked up the agreent and flipped through it, then casually pulled a pen from his pocket.
"Tony," Steve tried to stop him.
"A kid… no, many kids… lost their future because of my mistakes," Tony said, his face expressionless as he signed his na on the agreent. "I think this is for the best— more structure, more oversight, and more legality."
"This isn't like you, Tony. You're afraid— afraid of making another mistake in the future," Steve said, disappointnt evident in his voice. He stood up from the sofa and headed for the door. "I won't sign. And I believe Kyle won't either."
Tony put down the agreent and stared out into the night sky, muttering quietly to himself, "Because the Godfather doesn't make mistakes, but we do…"
...
The Avengers team developed a rift tonight, one that would be difficult to nd.
And the night was far from over.
In New York, on the sixth floor of the Assembly Building.
Wakanda's current king stood with his back to the wide floor-to-ceiling window, addressing the reporters from the podium. He criticized the actions of the Avengers while explaining the importance of the Sokovia Accords.
Seated near the front was a young Black man wearing a necklace with panther claws— Wakanda's prince, T'Challa— smiling as he watched his father.
Suddenly.
T'Challa had an overwhelming feeling of dread, an instinctual warning from deep within his primal intuition. It was as though he was about to lose soone precious. But that precious person was standing right in front of him...
T'Challa's eyes widened. In his rapidly contracting pupils, he saw a dark object shooting up toward the floor-to-ceiling window behind his father on the podium.
"No!!"
T'Challa cried out in despair, rushing forward to throw himself toward his father. His reflexes were quick, but not quick enough. The object struck the window, detonating into a fiery explosion.
Boom!!!
The rocket blast illuminated New York's night sky.
The windows on the sixth floor shattered instantly, and the explosion engulfed the podium where T'Chaka stood. Mid-air, T'Challa was thrown backward by the force of the blast. Inside, the reporters scread and scattered in panic.
It was a terrorist attack— a direct assault on the King of Wakanda.
Through the thick smoke filling the room, T'Challa crawled across the floor, his ears ringing as he struggled to reach his father. But when he got there, his father was already lying in a pool of blood, lifeless.
T'Challa's bloodshot eyes looked through the broken windows, spotting a man with disheveled hair and a chanical left arm getting on a motorcycle and riding away amid the panicked crowd.
"I will kill you. I swear, I will!" T'Challa growled through clenched teeth with rage burning in his chest like wildfire.
anwhile, Steve had just returned ho and hadn't even had ti to shower when his phone rang. He glanced at the screen— it was Natasha.
"What's going on?" Steve answered the call, knowing that a late-night call from Natasha could only an sothing urgent.
Natasha spoke quickly, "Captain, the King of Wakanda was just killed in a terrorist attack at the Diplomatic Building in New York. It looks like one of your old acquaintances was spotted at the scene— he's a pri suspect!"
"Bucky? Got it."
Steve took a deep breath. Ever since their battle on the Helicarrier, Bucky had disappeared. Now, he had suddenly reappeared in New York, suspected of assassinating the King of Wakanda. The situation was grim.
No matter what, Steve had to find Bucky and get to the bottom of this.
Steve swiftly donned his Captain Arica uniform, grabbed his vibranium shield, and instructed Natasha to stay in contact, keeping him updated with the latest intel. If the police got to Bucky first, it would be too late to salvage the situation.
What Steve didn't know was that after informing him, Natasha hesitated for a mont before making an ergency call to the Carl Family.
In the current tense situation, if Captain Arica stood by the suspect's side, the already fragile state of affairs would completely collapse.
And in such a deadlock, there was only one man who could save the situation.
(End of Chapter)
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