The word reached the world of what cap and T'Challa had discussed. Moreover, and for which cap was grateful for, T'Challa addressed the world; and all blacks in particular. He asked them all to come home to the mother continent of origin. He further said there would be no choice if they wanted to avoid continued war. Cap watched this privately in his carrier cabin. He didn't intend to say anything. His fair skin blue eyes and blond hair wouldn't help sell it in all truth; any more than red white and blue would either. It had to come from an authentic source. A tribal source. Because blacks were typically tribal by nature cap had learned in his experience. That wasn't gonna change. Even utopian Wakanda was made up of different tribes. Even they hadn't always been at peace. Cap knew Wakandan history well enough to know that. And there had been times in Wakandan history where even the five tribes had gone to war. It was utopia in a sense; but a delicate balance was more accurate. Bast was still the dominant deity of their pantheon. That balance could be disrupted. It had been in the past. To say that hadn't happened in Wakandan history was a lie and didn't know their history.

To those that didn't know war couldn't understand that either.

And for those that had been in actual war like cap and T'Challa they would do everything possible to end that war so that peace and life could flourish again. But as warriors too they would keep the good fight going if needed. Because even though they desired peace above all they would never want a false peace either. This mindset eluded most; especially those who'd never been in combat. True warriors loathed combat; but wouldn't run from it if needed either for the greater good. True warriors were balanced versatile and wise.

This was how T'Challa spoke. Wise and clear. He said it exactly the way it needed to happen. He called cap a key ally in the fight. Cap wanted to be that too. He wanted to be whatever was needed to restore the peace so that prosperity could return again.

Nomad vowed to make America great again and keep it great again; as nomad. The ronin approach was the best defender a nation like America could have. Integral yet separate. Like the ronin of old that served their daimyos and shoguns in such a manner. It was a little feudal in some ways but effective. That arms length association was always the best one for a nation serving warrior to have. It kept them true to their code without getting sucked into the politics and corruption that would always exist there. This was yet another reason cap had retired from his hallowed role. No regrets either.

T'Challa finished his brief yet powerful address. He didn't go into every detail but enough so that what wasn't explicitly stated was implicitly stated. That much was clear. He'd also made clear that things would happen to those that didn't cooperate with the relocation order. There would always be resistance. That was just the human condition.

Sharon came in. "See it all?" He nodded. "We'll need Wakanda's help with the relocation initiative. Security mostly." Cap leaned back and nodded. "Agreed. If radicals attack the security escorts it makes more sense for them to take the blows than our people. Frankly it won't be optically racist." Cap didn't give a rat's tail about optics but the tactics of it had to be considered; including the social aspects. And doing it a certain way would help ensure it was done the right way. That was just the truth of the entire operation. Things were leveling off for the moment. That was an advantage that cap would take.

Red skull was very much still out there too…

But they had to go with what was evident and be ready for the worst. But one kept moving. One didn't stop. It was like the d day beach: if you stayed on the beach or went back into the water you died; the only way to survive and win was to go forward into the jaws of death. And that wasn't a guarantee either; but rather a fighting chance. Most would never understand that either; only experience it as a movie action sequence or similar.

"Do you thInk 'he'll' make a move?" Sharon was thinking the same thing cap was: skull could make a hit attempt. It was a distinct possibility. There was nothing to deny it.

"It's possible. There's more. Now that red skull is a demon or something and with this other one Mephisto backing him it's reasonable to assume they could send back the heroes I've killed as demons too." Sharon frowned at that. "You mean like a demon Spider-Man or hulk?" "Yeah." In essence he'd killed them saw them die felt their life forces pass on… but they were dealing with powers that could defy death. Sharon "this whole thing feels like a fantasy novel." In essence it was. Before his angelic ascent cap wouldn't have seen things that way typically. Now he did.

They could literally fight the same enemies over and over again. Cap didn't like that idea at all but that's how things were looking.

"Send word to T'Challa. Make the arrangements to get this off the ground." "Will do." They shared a hand squeeze before she went off to do the job.

If you show your ugly face Schmidt I'll be ready for you…