Wakanda
It had been weeks, maybe even months since Steve and Bucky disappeared into the secrecy of Wakanda, Bucky back on ice, afraid of what his mind would do under the control of someone else, and Steve left alone with his thoughts. It seemed that Steve was almost always alone. He received the occasional update from Sam, still hiding after the breakout from Ross' prison, but in the serenity of the jungle, Steve was now, and again, alone.
That morning, not a special day, no day out of the ordinary, Steve woke up and began his daily routine. The difference about this morning was about to show itself however. Waiting for his daily coffee in the kitchen, his phone rang. Assuming it was Sam with another update, or simply a joke to lift his spirits, Steve answered without even looking twice at the caller ID.
"Hey man, tell me something good" Steve said into the receiver.
"Aww, you miss me that much, huh?" The voice on the other end was not Sam. Tony Stark certainly knew how to throw a guy.
"Tony. How did you get this number?"
"Seriously? Wow you really are an old man. I literally have every ounce of modern technology at my fingertips, and you're wondering how I managed to find the number of some dinosaur flip phone? Honestly Cap. I'm hurt. Hurt." Tony hadn't lost his charm, obviously.
"What do you want Tony?" Steve had plenty of time on his hands, though none of it was reserved for Tony.
"Look, I know we had our little disagreement…" Steve made what Tony assumed to be a snort on the other end of the phone, "but something has happened, and I think it's something that you need to see."
"I appreciate the call, and that you think I need to see whatever it is that you have put together recently, but something tells me that I'm not exactly welcome with open arms back home. Unless Ross has moved on to hunting down someone else." Steve wasn't bitter, but Tony knew that he absolutely had to get Steve back onto American soil, no matter what.
"Ok, my fault there, and I'll handle Ross, and everything else." Tony was basically begging now. Steve wasn't budging. "You really need to see this. No one knows what to do. Please Steve." Steve leaned back against the counter of the small kitchen in his room, head hung in defeat. He had never heard Tony have such sincerity in his voice before, and knew that something was clearly wrong.
Steve took a long pause before responding to Tony, and thought if it was really worth it to take the chance and return to the states. "Alright, fine." Even though he agreed to the meeting, Steve still had his reservations about stepping into what could be the most obvious trap.
"Great! I'll have a jet come and get you ASAP. Send me your coordinates and get packed." Tony was practically giddy on the other end, which led to even more suspicion from Steve.
"Oh no. I'll meet you somewhere neutral. Then I'll send you my coordinates." Even if Tony was sending someone to arrest Steve, he knew that he couldn't give away where Bucky was. Protecting Bucky was top priority.
"Fine, fine. Just let me know when you're ready. I'll be waiting." Tony quickly obliged to Steve's wishes, and they both hung up at the same time.
Steve looked around the apartment that T'Challa had provided for him and wondered what Tony could possibly have up his sleeve. He pressed a small button on a wall panel, and within a few minutes, a knock arrived at the door. "Please let His Majesty know I'm going to need to borrow one of his planes." Steve let the man know who came to the door. He acknowledged Steve with a quick nod of his head.
"Guess I better start packing."