"Well, there's that." Ross plants both hands flat against his desk and leans on them, staring down at nothing as his mind races.

"Romanoff went looking for Stark. We'll just have to hope she can help him occupy the Secretary for a few minutes more," he says, finally, looking up. "I need to talk to King T'Challa. Carter, with me, and don't give me any backtalk about the paperwork."

His gaze pins Riley. "Agent, I'd previously been planning on assigning you to the Avengers to keep an eye on Barnes. Obviously that's gone sideways now, so if you want out of this mess and back to your desk, now's the time to speak up. Otherwise, join us."