Sharon made the arrangements per cap's request. The idea was get the Wakandan forces to American soil quickly and effectively. Things remained calm. The other heroes that remained convinced of the globalist approach remained still and didn't interfere. Cap gave all rebel forces standing orders to kill all that interfered. Patriot militias had engaged leftists in various guerrilla pockets of activity across the nation but for the most part it had been contained. T'Challa's request had come at an opportune time. He'd probably wanted to sooner but his royal council had likely advised against it. Cap knew T'Challa well enough that he'd wanna get involved but the council didn't wanna involve Wakanda more than needed; this despite the king opening up the small isolationist nation to the world.

Cap was grateful for the king's cooperation. It would make things go that much smoother. At least on that end of it. From the enemy side it had grown suddenly quiet. Too quiet. That now disquiet ate at cap's mental reserves. That happened when combat was near. The enemy was gonna make a hit. This despite the advanced Wakandan security proving itself an effective deterrent to what might happen. Anyone in their right mind on earth knew what they were planning. And knew the strength of the Wakandans.

There weren't many overall hit forces that could would wanna deal with an advanced force like that.

Skull…

Cap and rebels had already anticipated it. They were ready with their newfound Wakandan allies. Now it would boil down to the actual fight.

The first major relocation series would be in New York. The Kirby had taken up another dominant air position over the world's capital city. From here the Kirby would coordinate with the Wakandan security elements to get the first blacks relocated to their ancestral continent.

This would be the real test for the matter.

The rebel force was deployed throughout the central Manhattan borough corridor and ready for anything. The war dogs of Wakanda were deployed as well. Other black Panthers were present too; including T'Challa's sister Shuri. They like cap were magically enhanced too.

Cap stood on a tall building roof and surveyed the activity. Everything seemed stable so far. But cap's gut was working in overdrive. He knew his old baddie red skull would be here and soon. He just knew…

Explosions came from ahead. On comms "cap to command. What's up?" "We're not sure yet," came Sharon's quick reply. What the hell.

Cap leaped away from the roof and free fell to the ground. He called his shield to his arm as he did. The Spartan shield could do what even his old shield could not in the fancy moves department. He struck the ground with the shield. The shield absorbed the impact completely and cap flipped out of it and poured on the speed for the growing explosions. He was closing fast… when enemy hitters from all directions started firing on the black emigrants.

Hydra. Skull. Cap threw his shield hard into a group of baddie shooters and took them down with a few solid hits. This drew the baddie fire. Their thinking he was vulnerable like before was nullified as his shield was already back on his arm again in a flash to block the rounds. He ran harder yet for the closest group. His men and Wakandan allies also engaged the baddies at this point. A full scale battle had started. It was indeed skull; as cap had feared.

But cap only wanted to relocate the blacks. Skull wanted to outright kill them. Cap only would have done that as a last resort. Skull would do it readily.

Cap dodged the growing enemy fire and went at the baddies at their upper level building positions. Cap sensed their surprise as he engaged them. They weren't used to seeing his angelic upgrade in action. And he was whooping their asses royal for it. That's the whole point fellas.

He beat down another group of them before engaging another group of them. This later group was hit at range by him. His shield smashed into them and bounced around independently with crushing force. Cap leaped into another group of baddies near them and assaulted them hard with foot and fist. One tried to shoot at him without his shield but it didn't work well. Cap anticipated this and brought the baddie he hit before him as a living shield to take the rounds before then throwing him hard into a few others. By now the shield had independently smashed down those outer hitters and returned to his arm physically more like his old one used to.

He ran forward/leaped again to close the gap on the other upper urban levels. Around him the growing fight intensified. Blacks were getting nailed left and right. Hydra was deliberately targeting the women and children.

"Steve; power readings down there are spiking," said Sharon. Gotta be skull. He's gonna make more moves. Wouldn't be surprised if he didn't do something directly at some point. That put a hard tactical solution into cap's mind at angelic velocity. "Sharon; target the Kirby's guns on the hydra positions." "Steve… there's still a lotta civvies down there…" "I know Sharon. It's on me. Fire when ready."

That was the thing with cap. Whether it be captain America or nomad, he always took responsibility for whatever he did. No matter what or how bad it was. Most people (including many blacks in his view) never took responsibility for their actions in what cap called the age of cowards; this day. But he was ever and always a son of liberty first in all things. He would hold all accountable. That was God's will. Proven in his current angelic form. People didn't have to like or understand it. It frankly didn't matter. It never would.

And cap wasn't here to instruct them. He was here to end them.

The Kirby guns fired. Rain fire. Much as Thanos had done. The Kirby guns, inspired by the insight carrier guns, could kill a thousand baddies a minute. Death from above. As only an archangel could deliver it. And it worked. That was war.