We weren't tortured anymore; but neither were we relocated from our NYC captivity. None had come to attempt rescue. Not even Peter. Days had surely gone by and all were worried. Yet he must have trusted in my judgment. I hoped so...
Elektra rejoined us. "It is underway now my sisters..." "What are you talking about?" Sabra demanded. "The invasion of Wakanda is underway..." "Impossible," countered Sabra. "Really? After everything you have seen us do...to you...to your great savior here..." She grabbed my face firmly by the cheeks and turned it out to face them. "...and yet still you doubt..." She turned my face back to her and smiled. "You didn't see it, did you...?" I frowned while she held my face tight in her grasp. She laughed. "Your brother..." Oh no... "That's right Themysciran Diana... did you think your devil brother forgot about you and what is happening here?" "Did you forget about the dead avengers he has from the previous reality at his command? The dead Hulk for example..." "The Lord Beast serves your brother...the Lord Ares - the lord of all..." With that she let go of my face and bowed to a knee; the ninjas around her did the same.
"What is she saying Diana?" said Dust. "How could I have been so stupid?" I said aloud. Elektra grinned and slowly stood up again. "Not stupid Diana... just played. None are better at war than your brother, right?" I could only nod. Brother had been busy behind the scenes. While Peter and I had worked on our marriage he'd just gone deeper into the shadows to work his evil for yet another grand round of his type of drama. He would have had it no other way. He could easily twist all of theses forces to his gain; and now I was seeing it truly, and only, for the first time.
A magical image appeared before us... It was Wakanda. The Sobek followers had indeed aided the Hand/BoM. Magneto was there... he used his incredible powers, along with Hand allies backing him, to make the vibranium come out of the mountain from where the meteorite had crashed long ago. He ripped it out of the ground while the Hand/brotherhood/Sobek cult backed him up.
The Wakandan forces led by Black Panther engaged them but Ares unleashed his greater demon army upon them; and leading them were the dead avengers from Peter's native reality. This had gone from bad to worse. Whatever Peter and our allies did for us wouldn't matter now; the Wakandan matter was now the real threat to everything else. Yet despite seeing it all go down the way it did...I couldn't make myself fight. It was as though the will had been sapped from me.
It wasn't truly the Beast that had done this or taken my hammer from me; it had been brother that had done it. It all made sense now. None now knew what they were truly facing. No warrior could beat brother at the game he'd invented/perfected over the eons. This played out swiftly as Wakandan bodies went down. And then, we saw brother's own Wakandan internal agent - Killmonger - take the fight forward on my brother's behalf. Killmonger... was a son of war. Our troubles had just multiplied in a short time.
