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The council before him sat, wary as they waited for the confirmation. While his own son paced before them, his disapproval lining his face for all to see.

T'challa hadn't been on board with the mission since hearing of it- Though Erik hadn't endeared himself to the young man when he'd pulled a pair of American guns on his own face when he had personally visited the other. Relative or not, T'challa had vouched for a form of punishment for the actions as opposed to the two boons he'd chosen to offer the Wakandan foreigner.

One for the unfortunate situation bestowed on him all those decades, and another for completing the task at hand. With an unspoken vow to let him join the world, he'd been unknowingly left out of.

His son, in the end, had refused to see the true light of things- He had, after all, set about his own brother's, Erik's father, execution the moment he'd put a spy to shadow him.

Regardless of the situation, Erik himself had neither been responsible for the father's sins nor had he been in the wrong for greeting them with anger.

Even now, after the revelation he'd received, he'd wished deeply to have known of his nephew long before the man had grown... Disillusioned.

Though the man hadn't yet asked for his boons by word... T'chaka feared for what the man would eventually call for his reward for successfully dealing with...

He briefly shook his head as he recalled the spiritual meeting he'd had. The meeting with a deity who, until recently, had elected to take a backseat in the affairs of the physical world.

Bast, for whatever reason, had decreed the deed be fulfilled by Killmonger, and no one else- Another fact that troubled his own son, just as it did him.

"We should have received word, by now." The Elder of the Mining tribe intoned, a heavy expression on her face.

"Patience..." T'chaka remarked carefully, as his son turned to look at them all once again. "T'challa, stop your pacing, it will not help you."

His son shook his head briefly before he took the single chair in the middle, electing to heed his words.

"Perhaps the prince was right, we should've sent our own-" The River Tribe's leader spoke up.

"And ignore the words of Bast itself?" T'chaka challenged. "I think not- Besides, Erik, for all that he was raised in another country, is still Wakandan."

A sound promptly echoed off, beeping from the device held in his hands as T'chaka immediately let the hologram through, his stomach dropping at the disgruntled expression on his nephew's face.

Unfortunately, before either of them could speak up, T'challa's own expression practically frozen, as a luminescent circle immediately started ripping through the physical space before them as every leader immediately sprang to their feet, barring him. His son practically ran to stand before him as each of them watched someone- Erik's intended target walk through.

"You trespass, foregiener!" T'challa's voice boomed as each of the Tribe Elders took a step back, all of them silently and secretly turning on their communication devices to call for reinforcements. When T'challa made to move, T'chaka calmly laid a hand on his son's shoulder, as Killmonger's holographic expression turned passive.

"You know, I really wish you hadn't been involved." The stranger calmly intoned as a second body walked on through behind him- The masked face of Iron Man, eliciting a gasp out of one of the other Elders.

"Easy Quack." The former Merchant of Death intoned, his metallic hand on top of the other's bandaged arm. "So this is Wakanda, huh?" Iron Man's robotic head swiveled around, taking in the room itself. "Pardon my french, but where's the third world struggle?"

T'challa shrugged his hand off as his body was rapidly encased in Vibranium armor, the man settling into a fighting stance, while Iron Man promptly pointed his hands towards them.

Yet, T'chaka couldn't take his gaze off the one next to him, the one Bast had warned him could bring about a doom that encompassed their entire world, let alone country. He couldn't help but take in the indifference that filled his face, even as a squadron of Wakanda's warriors and guards filtered through and started surrounding the two of them.

"Quack, I am a fan of stand-offs as much as the next guy, but these guys are packing some real heat on them."

T'chaka chose that moment to stand, and raise his head, even as the stranger scoffed at them.

"I am not here for a fight, old man. I know as well as you do, that all I have to do is put down Killmonger to stop whatever plan you've concocted. You won't risk the international spotlight-"

"You speak to the king, watch your-"

"T'challa." He immediately warned his son. "This man does not care for one's title." No man capable and willing to walk into the hall of another royal's hall would.

"Look at you, you can rub two brain cells together."

T'chaka raised a hand once again, the moment he saw the signs of his own guards about to attack the other for his tongue.

"Tony, you've seen what you wanted," The stranger calmly remarked, pocketing his hands. "Go back to the tower, I'd rather not leave it unguarded in case Killmonger wants to try again." The stranger intoned, now looking directly at the hologram in his hands.

Suspicion and wariness filled his fellow elders at the words- T'chaka almost couldn't believe the words himself.

Iron Man turned a single look towards the man before snorting, "Try not to blow the country up." The hero deadpanned. "The UN would throw a hissy fit if the only first-world country in Africa suddenly went off the map. Even if they don't already know the truth of it."

And with that, the potential enemies were cut in half as, to their surprise, Iron Man promptly made his way back through the open portal- Even more surprising was the fact the portal closed down behind him as the stranger stood, surrounded by his guards and warriors, with the Black Panther in between the two of them, completely unfazed.

His son, at the sight, slowly relaxed his stance as he raised himself back to his full height.

"I am not looking for a war with you." The stranger stated calmly. "So I really, sincerely, urge you to drop whatever bullshit-" His son's grinding teeth filled the room. "-you've concocted against me, 'cos I really don't recommend trying again."

"The 'bullshit' you refer to, has more ground than you'd ever believe-" T'chaka started to speak, calmly.

The man, to every single person's anger around him, scoffed again interrupting him. "Let me make one thing clear, I couldn't give two shits if the goddamn cat herself said so, and if it was her, I will take Schrodinger's advice and put it into a box if you don't stop."

And with those words, T'challa chose to strike, despite his own heeded warning as his senses screamed at him to turn a blind eye-

He watched, with bated breath as the enhanced form of the Black Panther's fist crashed against the stranger's face, as his face swiveled, a loose tooth flowing out of it as the rest of his body was flung back into the ground in a crumpled heap. His squadron of guards immediately holding their Vibranium spears, an inch away from the man's face.

"You know the problem with basing everything about your civilization on one material?" The man's voice echoed off, undeterred as he pushed himself off the ground, turning his face back to look him in the eyes as a grin cut his face.

T'chaka had been a second from giving off the order to capture the insolent foreigner before to his shock he, as well as the rest of the people around him, felt a backlash from their own clothing, weaponry, the walls, and even the very ground beneath them as strange energy of some kind rippled all across the building.

All of them falling to their knees as their throats gasped for breath, the stranger, calmly, stood up before them as he dusted off his clothes, walked to the side, and picked up his tooth of all things. Killmonger's passive holographic expression turned from passive to shocked as the device bounced on the floor, having dropped it, and swiveled around the room for a moment uncontrollably.

The man then proceeded to walk up towards the country's guardian, the Black Panther, T'challa in an even worse state compared to the rest of them as his uniform kept on discharging electricity everywhere, his son on both knees, his hands barely keeping his face from hitting the floor.

The stranger raised T'challa's head and calmly slapped him across the face. "That's for the tooth." He deadpanned before letting go of the furious man's head and raised himself back up to his full height. "Where was I? Right, the problem with that is- All it takes to shut you all down, is a single off switch." He finished, reaching into his pocket to pull a small bullet out to wave before them. "One bullet's data can bring down you're entire civilization. Do remember that before you decide to go for strike three. You ought to thank your nephew for been a fuck up because if he had killed anyone trying to get me, he wouldn't have a country to pull a coup over." The stranger finished as he opened up another portal and walked through.

The only thing left in his wake was a single piece of paper latched onto the spot he'd been punched into, one that was rapidly turning into ash, its effects loosening up in the process.

Despite not having been told as much- He knew then and there that the man could and would likely make a more permanent version if pushed.

This was a warning. And for the life of him, he couldn't see why Bast had felt the need for him to receive it...

Turning his attention back towards the dust left over by the piece of paper... T'chaka couldn't help but shake his head in surprise. He had spent his life wondering of the wonders and risks Vibranium possessed- He had never thought he'd see the day where paper alone could prove it's equal.

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