"Ask Steve Rogers," she says, calmly. "Unless you think he'd lie to you."
But she relents a little at Nakia's quiet advice, and takes a deep breath before turning her phone on and pulling up the screen she's been checking every day since Leipzig.
Every day since she went off the grid.
"Here." She takes a step forward and stops when the Dora come to alert, spears pointing warily in her direction. Holding her hands up, she gives Nakia the phone back and nods to T'Challa. Nakia, taking her meaning, brings the phone up to him.
It's not much. A simple map.
With one blinking light in what the rest of the world thinks is the undeveloped space of Wakanda. "If he isn't here now, he was here recently," she says, matter-of-fact. "I've been tracking him since he left Leipzig."
She still feels zero guilt about it. In her opinion, it's his turn.
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But she relents a little at Nakia's quiet advice, and takes a deep breath before turning her phone on and pulling up the screen she's been checking every day since Leipzig.
Every day since she went off the grid.
"Here." She takes a step forward and stops when the Dora come to alert, spears pointing warily in her direction. Holding her hands up, she gives Nakia the phone back and nods to T'Challa. Nakia, taking her meaning, brings the phone up to him.
It's not much. A simple map.
With one blinking light in what the rest of the world thinks is the undeveloped space of Wakanda. "If he isn't here now, he was here recently," she says, matter-of-fact. "I've been tracking him since he left Leipzig."
She still feels zero guilt about it. In her opinion, it's his turn.