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Enjoy chapter four!

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Natasha and Saleen led the way into the United Nations complex, the Doctor and Clara behind them, Natasha wearing dark purple, Saleen in ice blue, Clara a black and white diamond-patterned dress, the Doctor his usual attire. "Excuse me, Miss Romanoff, Doctor, Miss Oswald?" one of the staffers walked up to them.

"Yes?" Natasha asked.

"These need your signatures," the staffer handed over a clipboard. The three of them obliged. "Thank you."

"Thanks," Natasha nodded.

"I suppose none of us is used to the spotlight."

The Doctor turned at the heavily accented voice, straightening when he saw it was a young black man with a regal bearing. Recognizing his features from someone else, he nodded. "It's not always so flattering," he said dryly.

"You seem to be doing all right so far," T'Challa, King T'Chaka's son, told him. "Considering Miss Romanoff's last trip to Capitol Hill, I wouldn't think she would be particularly comfortable in this company."

"She might not be," the Doctor shrugged. "Who am I to judge? I'm certainly not."

"That alone makes me glad you're here, Doctor," T'Challa nodded.

"Why?" the Doctor looked around. "You don't approve of all this?"

"The Accords, yes. The politics, not really. Two people in a room can get more done than a hundred."

"Agreed," the Doctor chuckled.

"Unless you need to move a piano," another voice said.

"Father," T'Challa smiled.

"Son," T'Chaka nodded, then turned to the Doctor. "Doctor."

"King T'Chaka," the Doctor bowed slightly. "I apologize deeply for what happened in Nigeria."

"Thank you," T'Chaka shook his hand. "Thank you for agreeing to all this. I'm sad to hear that Captain Rogers and the Bad Wolf will not be joining us today."

"Yes," the Doctor sighed. "So am I."

"If everyone could please be seated," a voice said over the speakers. "This assembly is now in session."

"Thank you," the Doctor bowed one last time to the Wakandan King and his son before walking over to join Natasha, Saleen, and Clara in their row.

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"When stolen Wakandan vibranium was used to make a terrible weapon, we in Wakanda were forced to question our legacy," T'Chaka spoke in front of the assembly. "Those men and women killed in Nigeria were part of a goodwill mission from a country too long in the shadows. We will, however, let misfortune drive us back. We will fight to improve the world we wish to join. I am grateful to the Avengers for supporting this initiative." Natasha and Saleen nodded when T'Chaka looked their way; the Doctor, however, frowned, spotting T'Challa looking intensely out one of the windows. "Wakanda is proud to extend its hand in peace – "

"Everybody get down!" T'Challa suddenly yelled, running for his father.

The Doctor's eyes widened, then a huge explosion shattered the windows, blowing through the conference hall. Clara screamed, and the Doctor grabbed her, diving for the ground. Clara curled up into him, the Doctor holding her close, phasing them through shrapnel showering them. A quick glance to his right, and he saw Saleen covering Natasha, an ice shield covering them.

When everything appeared to settle, the sound of sirens now filling the air, the Doctor cautiously raised his head to see the damage.

And right away, he saw T'Challa cradling the body of his father, the prince – now king, he supposed – weeping as he grieved.

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"My mom tried to talk me out of enlisting, but, um, not Aunt Peggy," Sharon told Martha as they walked down the hall of her hotel. "She bought me my first thigh holster."

Martha laughed. "Very practical."

"And stylish," Sharon agreed as they stopped by the elevator.

"And the CIA has you stationed over here now, yeah?"

"In Berlin," Sharon corrected. "Joint Terrorism Task Force."

"Sounds fun," Martha smirked.

"I know, right?"

Martha cleared her throat, folding her arms. "So, when you were spying on us from across the hall . . . "

"You mean when I was doing my job," Sharon corrected.

Martha gave her a look. "Did Peggy know?"

"She kept so many secrets," Sharon sighed. "I didn't want her to have one from Steve."

"Thank you," Martha said sincerely. "I don't know if he could have handled that."

Sharon smiled, then nodded when the elevator arrived. "Thanks for coming with me."

"No problem," Martha shook her head.

"Martha," Sam ran up, eyes wide. "There's something you gotta see."

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"A bomb hidden in a news van ripped through the UN building in Vienna," the news anchor was reporting on the television in Sharon's room, Steve, Martha, and Sam watching in shock as Sharon spoke on her phone. "More than seventy people have been injured. At least twelve are dead, including Wakanda's King T'Chaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect, who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Solder: the infamous HYDRA agent, linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations."

Sharon walked up to them as Steve shook his head. "I have to go to work," she said quietly, watching a medical chopper arrive.

***

"Call MI6," Sharon said, the Doctor giving her a nod as she passed by. "See if we can get Micro Forensics to hurry this up. We need the whole team here in two hours, or it's not worth it."

The Doctor walked past, spotting T'Challa sitting on a bench, staring off into space. He sat down on the next bench. "I'm sorry," he apologized.

"In my culture, death is not the end," T'Challa told the Doctor, twisting a silver ring between his fingers. "It's more of a stepping off point. You reach out with both hands, and Bast and Sekhmet, they lead you into the green veldt where you can run forever."

"Sounds peaceful," the Doctor remarked.

"My father thought so," T'Challa nodded, sliding the ring onto his finger. "I am not my father."

The Doctor frowned. "T'Challa, the task force will decide who brings in Barnes."

"Don't bother, Doctor," T'Challa shook his head, standing up. "I'll kill him myself."

The Doctor frowned, watching him go. In the next second, Clara walked up to him, holding out her mobile phone. "It's the Bad Wolf," she told him.

The Doctor immediately took the phone. "Jessie?" he asked, turning away.

"Pietro and I just saw the news," she said, sounding terrified. "Please tell me – "

"We're fine," the Doctor assured her. "Clara, Saleen, Natasha, myself, we're all fine."

"Oh, thank God," Jessie sighed in relief. "What the news said, about Bucky . . . "

"I never saw the bomber," the Doctor said, looking around. "I don't know who did it, so I can't judge. But a word of warning: if you get ahold of Steve or Martha, T'Chaka's son, King T'Challa, he's going after Barnes himself. That could end nastily."

"I'll warn them," Jessie said. "I'm also sending Pietro off the grid for a while. If the UN's looking into Wanda, it's best to keep him safe."

"Agreed. Where?"

Jessie hesitated. "Somewhere safe," was all she said.

The Doctor frowned. "Is this because I've taken Tony's side in this?"

"Partly," Jessie admitted. "Let's just say this – there are very few places I would trust Pietro to go to. Even less people."

The Doctor sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Jessie, I hate this."

"I do, too," Jessie told him. "And I don't blame you for this at all, my love. I blame the Accords."

He closed his eyes. "Stay safe. I love you."

"I love you, too."

The Doctor hung up, handing the phone back to Clara. "I assume she told you Pietro's going off the grid?"

"Yeah," Clara slumped next to him. "I don't like this."

"No, neither do I," he admitted.

***

Saleen wiped at a cut on her cheek, Natasha dusting off her jacket when her phone rang. Natasha didn't check the Caller ID before she answered. "Yeah?"

"You all right?" Steve asked.

"Ah, yeah, thanks," Natasha answered. "The four of us got lucky." She paused, hearing the sound of sirens on the phone, then stood up, looking around. Those sirens had just passed her by . . . which meant Steve was in Vienna. "I know how much Barnes means to you, I really do," she said. "Stay home. You'll only make this worse. For all of us, please."

"Are you saying you'll arrest me?" Steve asked.

"No, someone will if you interfere," Natasha shook her head. "That's how it works now."

"If he's this far gone, Nat, I should be the one to bring him in."

"Why?"

"Because I'm the one least likely to die trying."

Natasha opened her mouth to respond when the dial tone hit. "Shit," she grumbled, hanging up on her side as well.

"Steve?" Saleen guessed without looking at her.

"You think?" Natasha dropped her head in her hands.

***

Steve walked across the street to the counter of the nearby coffee shop, joining his wife and best friend. "Let me guess," Martha smirked to herself as she took a sip of her tea. "She told you to stay out of it."

When Steve nodded, Sam frowned. "Might have a point."

"He'd do it for me," Steve argued.

"1945, maybe," Sam conceded. "I just want to make sure we considered all our options. The people that shoot at you usually wind up shooting at us."

Steve looked to the side when Sharon walked up. "Tips have been pouring in since that footage went public," she said, looking straight ahead. "Everybody thinks the Winter Soldier goes to their gym. Most of it's noise . . . except for this." She slid a file across the counter, Steve taking it. "My boss expects a briefing pretty much now, so that's all the head start you're gonna get."

"Thank you," Steve told her sincerely.

"And you're gonna have to hurry," Sharon warned, turning to leave. "We have orders to shoot on sight."

Steve and Martha exchanged worried glances at that. They'd have to move quickly if that was the case.

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I gotta tell you, I am so happy I decided to just straight update this. There might be tears coming, but I'd rather get the whole thing over with and leave out the suspense than just leave everything hanging. I would die of the suspense of writing before you guys would.

Two down, two to go! Next up - introduction of the Black Panther!