THE NEXT MORNING, the team were in various places around the building doing various things. Lana had been sat in her room for an hour after she woke up and eventually went downstairs to get something to eat.

She made some cereal and poured herself a glass of orange juice and sat at the counter scrolling through her phone. Just as she was about to take a bite a loud voice came through a speaker causing her to jump and spill milk on her clothes.

"Lana get over here. Stop making a mess of yourself and do something actually productive," Tony said. His voice was teasing and she knew that he had seen her jump on the cameras.

"I will throw a door at you," Lana responded glaring at the camera. It went silent on the other end aside from Natasha's laugh, "That's what I thought."

Lana went back to her room to change and joined the team. As she walked in she saw Steve, hand Thor a tablet.

"What's this?" Tony asked looking or his shoulder.

"A message," Steve replied as Thor shoved the tablet at Tony's stomach, "Ultron killed Strucker.

"And he did a Banksy at the crime scene, just for us," Tony replied sarcastically.

"This is a smokescreen," Natasha said, "Why send a message when you've just given a speech."

"Maybe he wants to be president," Lana shrugged.

"No. Strucker knew something that Ultron wanted us to miss," Steve replied.

"I bet he..." Natasha started, "Yep. Everything we've had on Strucker's been erased."

"Not everything," Steve said. Lana looked up at him and groaned. Steve led the team to the archives. They started pulling out boxes that had anything to do with Strucker and started to filter through them.

Steve stood next to Thor, "Know associates. Baron Strucker had a lot of friends."

"Well these people are all horrible," Bruce muttered flipping over the files.

Tony saw one and pointed at it, "Wait. I know that guy," Bruce handed him the file, "From back in the day. He operates off the African coast."

"Back in the day? What are you 80?" Lana snickered. The team looked at her and she raised her hands in defence.

"Black market arms," Tony continued before looking at Steve who was looking at him with narrowed eyes, "There are conventions. All right? You meet people. I didn't sell him anything."

It was silent for a moment before Tony spoke up once more, "He was talking about finding something new, a game-changer. It was all very Ahab."

"This?" Thor pointed to something in the photo.

"Ah, it's a tattoo, I don't think he had it," Tony responded carelessly.

"Those are tattoos, this is a brand," Lana looked over his shoulder while Bruce took the photo and scanned it with the computer.

"Oh, yeah. It's a word in an African dialect meaning 'thief'. In a much less friendly way."

"What dialect?" Steve asked.

"Wakanada," Bruce had to look twice before he stuttered, "Wakanda." Tony and Steve looked at each other in silent conversation.

"If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods..."

"I thought your father said he got the last of it."

"Boys sharing is caring," Lana said.

"Yeah. I don't follow. What comes out of Wakanda?" Bruce asked.

Steve shifted as Tony said, "The strongest metal on Earth."

"Where is this guy now?"

Lana tidied some of the papers while the team busied themselves on finding Klaue. "Блядь!" A curse in Russian made them look up to where Lana was holding her finger.

"What?" Natasha asked.

"Paper cut. Nothing to worry about," Lana waved off.

"The big scary Russian got a paper cut?" Clint snorted in amusement.

"Shut it," she snarled as it healed.

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