↱VICTORIA↲
VICTORIA PLACED herself in the metal chair across from the other woman's own. Her tanned, smooth skin was bare, the smudges of eyeliner being the fair exception. Her wings were exhausted, folded tightly to her back. The Archangel hadn't yet explored the idea of having sore wings.

"So. You willingly trespass on... Wakanda, of all places. You've got guts, Knight."

The Dark Knight's eyes narrowed into a glare, which didn't phase the other woman at all. She had practically looked into the eyes of Medusa once; a stare down with a (seemingly) not genetically altered person was a piece of cake. After a moment in which Victoria gloated in silent victory, the other woman looked away, clenching her sharp jaw. She was attractive, Victoria wouldn't lie, but it also lead her to wonder why the Knight would keep such a face behind a mask.

"My name is Jacqueline," the Knight finally said, voice quiet. Victoria smiled, leaning back in her chair. "You really tricked us there, Jack."

"It's sexist of you to assume I'm a man," Jacqueline fired back, not missing a beat. "It's not often you see a woman riding a black stallion with a giant sword at her side," Victoria countered, raising an eyebrow at the woman. Jacqueline's eyes widened, then narrowed, before she set back in the metal chair. "Well, it's not often you see an English woman with black wings." Victoria's eyes narrowed.

The door opened, and both heads snapped to see who it was. T'Challa stood there, expression displaying how uncomfortable he was. "Am I interrupting something, Victoria?"

She scoffed, nimbly getting out of the chair. "Nothing at all. You do realize you're the king of this country, right?" she asked, switching places with T'Challa as the man moved to stand by the chair. The Black Panther gave her an exasperated look, only negated by the ghost of a smile on his face. Victoria waved her goodbye, quietly closing the door behind her as she left.

↱T'CHALLA↲

T'Challa didn't recognize the colored woman - which was an unwelcome surprise, but there wasn't much he could do about it. At the same time, the man supposed if the Dark Knight wasn't well known, that meant she wouldn't be much trouble. Or, it could mean she knew how to cover up her tracks. Carefully observing her cold, detached stature (somewhat similar to that of the Black Widow's) with her clenched jaw and blank face, the King was willing to bet on the latter. At the same time, he could see the fire simmering underneath the surface - and he convinced himself that the reason he was intrigued by it had everything to do with business.

"I didn't do anything, Your Highness. I would've been fine, had not your mediocre boy band of super-heroes showed up."

Outside the door, Victoria restrained Sam Wilson, as well as herself.

"Not yet, Ms. Ramirez, and as king I can't take that risk."

The veiled threat of prison hung heavy in the air, T'Challa easily managing to retain his calm composure. He doubted he would get anything but a black eye if he approached the attractive, tempered woman with even a hint of anger. He didn't want to put her in prison, she was right, she hadn't really done anything, but trespass. With a sigh, he patiently waited for Jacqueline's response.

"Can't I make a deal.. Your Highness," she added, quietly. T'Challa inaudibly scoffed, allowing a smile to curl on his face. "If you wish to accept - I can make you a deal, Ms. Ramirez. But there'll be a few catches, as you're aware."

The Knight's eyes narrowed, as she mulled over the idea. Finally, after a painstakingly long moment, she sighed, chin up. "What's the catch?"

"You'll have to stay in Wakanda for 6 months. However, I won't cage you up. It seems my mediocre boy band is short on fire power, and I'm sure you'd be glad to.. Assist them, for the period of your stay. The Archangel will be your watcher, as I was to her during her own sentence."

Victoria burst into the door, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, and Steve Rogers tumbling after her. The Archangel was crushed under the 3 other men, Mr. Rogers' extra weight not helping. T'Challa and Jacqueline had already risen, and the Black Panther distantly realized that the Knight had been handcuffed to the chair. This seemed to fade away from his mind as all 4 superheroes jumped to their feet, Clint awkwardly stumbling into a wall before wholly recovering.

"Your Honor, I object!" Clint yelled, pointing his finger in the air. Sam elbowed him, "We're not even in court!" Clint looked taken aback, before grumbling under his breath, "I still object."

Victoria flapped her wings in an irritated manner, leaving Steve to just shrug. "Sam dragged me here."

T'Challa inhaled deeply, blinking before he responded.

"Victoria."

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"If I remember correctly, you trained one of the most difficult assassins of all time."

Victoria immediately stepped forward, her formerly dormant nature gone just like that. The anger seemed to radiate off her, and everyone (asides from the King, who only feared it would anger her more) stepped back, weary. The woman stood inches away, the faint scent of copper hanging in his nostrils.

"We don't speak of Helena. Ever. Are we clear?" she growled, and the Black Panther nodded. He could easily see the watery sheen in Victoria's eyes as she turned away, lip trembling. Jacqueline stood in the corner, wide-eyed. Steve only looked shellshocked, whilst Clint and Sam were slowly backing out of the room. The Archangel only spared him a pained, betrayed glance, before she was gone with the wind. The tension in the room didn't leave with her.

"I hope you didn't want me to be a therapist, Your Highness," Jacqueline muttered, slowly moving from her corner. T'Challa didn't respond, only glancing around at the chaotic room.

"Even for me, that would be too cruel of a punishment, dear Knight."