[Virginia AU] we rose up from the falling waters

[nerves_of_ice]

A little over a week goes by, and as it does Bucky falls into a pattern, slow but sure. He wakes with Sharon in the mornings, shares coffee and something that suffices for breakfast, then works a little on searches and checking contacts and sources from other time zones and locations. Mid-morning finds him at the Task Force offices with Riley and his team. Early afternoon finds him meeting with Ross, if there's any reason to; mid-afternoon he checks in with Steve, with Tony, or with Natasha before he goes back to tracing rumors and hints.

Today's different, though. Today is Sharon's first day back at work after her suspension, and Bucky's determined not to do a single damn thing that might possibly make it difficult for her.

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[marvel_npc]

"I'm a brother tryin' to do what's right," he challenges him. There're odd breaks and delays in the guy's questions, and he'd bet that he's talking to someone behind that mask of his. More of his Avenger cronies, he'd bet.

"This guy was a thief and a liar lookin' to do a deal with the CIA. I'm down here in the muck and the mess looking to get what he took back to the people he took it from, you feelin' me?"

[marvel_npc]

"Let me get this straight," Tony says, after a second. "You want to return the vibranium he stole to Wakanda?"

A few lines filter into view on his HUD. "Mr. Stevens?"

[marvel_npc]

Maybe he can get Stark to bring him in as a hero or something. Not that guys like this, especially this guy, usually give a shit about what Black and brown bodies end up paying the price for their power.

"Damn straight I do. So how about you leave me alone and let me do it?"

[marvel_npc]

That mask isn't the only thing in the van; FRIDAY has also picked up several semi-automatic weapons and an RPG, and Tony's voice is hard as he replies: "Yeah, that's not gonna happen."

He turns off his speaker and addresses Okoye, who has been listening in and viewing the data he's sending. "General, what's the call here?"

A muscle jumps in her jaw. "Bring him to our border," she tells him. "Klaue as well. And any of the evidence left behind in the van."

"You got it," Tony tells her, and casts around for anything he can use. There's a small plane nearby, obviously what Stevens was planning to use for his getaway. "But it's your lucky day, Stevens," he tells the guy. "Because the Wakandans definitely want to meet you. And just to make sure there's no funny business, I'll fly escort."

And he'll slave the plane to FRIDAY. It's not his first rodeo.

[marvel_npc]

Now that does surprise him, and he lets it show. "Man, you in touch with Wakanda?"

[marvel_npc]

"I hope so, or it's going to get awkward when we show up there," Tony informs him, as a whistling sound overhead announces the arrival of a few of his empty suit drones. One begins loading Klaue into the plane; another tears open the white van and starts hauling out guns.

"By the way, if the forensics show one of those guns is the one that injured the Task Force agent and if it turns out you fired it, things aren't going to go well for you."

[marvel_npc]

Looks like he's going to Wakanda with an Avenger escort. Not what he'd planned, but hey, he can work with it. Getting there's what counts. Erik makes his handgun disappear into the holster at the small of his back and rolls his eyes at Stark before he walks around the side of the plane, headed toward the pilot's seat.

[marvel_npc]

"We're on our way," Tony tells the General. "Send the coordinates."

She nods and ends the call, and he decides to wait until they're in the air to call Steve. In the meantime, one of the empty suits links FRIDAY to the barebones flight computer, giving him control. Another clanks into the plane to ensure Stevens can't access the small cargo area.

When he's as sure as he can be that Stevens can't control the plane and can't cause any other damage, Tony sends the plane soaring up into air, following after in the next second. "Check in with Cap," he tells FRIDAY. "And send a message to Barnes and Ross."

"On it, boss," FRIDAY confirms. "Have a nice flight."

[marvel_npc]

He wiggles the yoke back and forth a few times, just to check, but it's pretty clear that Stark's busy showing off his tech dick... which ain't as big as he thinks it is, but whatever.

Might as well let him do the work while he considers how to play this particular angle. Erik leans back in the pilot's chair and puts his hands behind his head, stretching out to relax as much as he can. It's a long flight to Wakanda.

[from_the_outside]

* * * * *

It's a relief to get into the rooms Nakia has set aside for them in the Citadel. Generous and welcoming as her friend has been, it's clear there's some strain beneath her smile, and Sharon wonders just how much trouble there might be if word of them gets out.

But the rooms – a large suite with rooms for all of them, a kitchenette, and a large living space – are warm and welcoming, hung with richly dyed cloth and with windows that look out over the Wakandan plains.

Two of the rooms share a large ensuite bathroom. Sharon glances at Nakia, but gets only an innocent glance in return. "I'll have some food sent up," Nakia tells them. "Do you need anything else?"

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky shakes his head. So does Ross, who adds, “You’ve been more than gracious. We appreciate everything you and King T’Challa have done for us. Really.”

[from_the_outside]

"I did this for me, too," she tells them, and comes to hug Sharon once more. "Rest well," she murmurs in her friend's ear, as Sharon embraces her back. After a moment, Nakia steps back and smiles at them all. "I will leave you, for now," she says, by way of farewell, and lifts her hand before she heads through the door and back to the hall of the Citadel.

Sharon looks around the living area and opts for a seat on one of the couches. What she really wants is sleep, but they haven't heard back from Tony yet, and she's not willing to close her eyes until they do. "Pretty nice digs," she observes, glancing around the room.

[nerves_of_ice]

“Everything here’s pretty nice,” Ross agrees. “Now give, Barnes. Any updates?”

“Not yet. I can call Natasha, but Tony hasn’t contacted me yet,” he reminds them.

[from_the_outside]

"He must soon," Sharon points out, curling into the couch corner. "I can't imagine anyone could be much faster at getting from point A to point B than Tony."

[nerves_of_ice]

“He’s probably going to call Steve first,” Bucky says, and tips his head toward Sharon. “Since he doesn’t have the latest update either.”

[from_the_outside]

Ross sighs and reaches for his own phone, checking whatever messages he might have. "Nothing here yet, either," he grumbles, and paces to the window to look out over Wakanda, then back again to shoot a sharp glance at Sharon. "Carter, shouldn't you be resting?"

"I'm sitting down," she points out. "There's zero chance you're getting rid of me before we hear from Tony."

[nerves_of_ice]

“Hopefully Klaue doesn’t have any more of those weapons up his sleeve,” he mutters. “Literally, even. RPGs I’m not so worried about.”

[from_the_outside]

"Yeah, what the hell was that weapon?"

Sharon glances from one of them to the other. "Did you ever find out?"

[nerves_of_ice]

“Yeah,” Ross says. “Mining tool. Modified. I thought it was bullshit until, well.”

“Have to wonder how he managed to get vibranium out of here in the first place,” Bucky murmurs. “Someone had to be helping him.”

[from_the_outside]

"I imagine the General will have her own investigation to find his associates," Ross says, dry, and goes to the kitchenette to pour a glass of water, which he brings over to Sharon.

She takes it with a small, crooked smile, and drinks. "Tell me the rest," she asks them. "While we wait."

[nerves_of_ice]

“How much did you catch before you went down?” Ross wants to know. Bucky has to keep himself from reaching for her hand.

[from_the_outside]

"Almost nothing," she says, after a second where her hand tightens on the glass. "I was in the surveillance room, with Nakia. I saw you arguing with T'Challa, and then..."

She flicks a fast, hunted glance at Bucky. "Everything went to hell."

[nerves_of_ice]

“I don’t know what they used to blow the wall,” Bucky says, quietly. “C4 or similar maybe. Or they could have hit it with the rocket launcher they used later, but I doubt it would have done that kind of damage. It was a pretty controlled collapse.”

Bitterness leaches into his tone for a moment before he forces it back. “By the time I pulled myself out of the debris two of the team were carrying Klaue out through the wall, and the third was covering them.”

[from_the_outside]

"The next thing I saw was Nakia right in front of the gunman," Sharon tells them. "So I tackled her." She grimaces. "Not fast enough, though."

She shakes off the grim thoughts and looks up at Bucky. "How did they manage to get away from you and T'Challa?"

[nerves_of_ice]

“RPG,” he says, succinctly. “Anti-tank. Concussive blast. By the time we picked ourselves up from the explosion they were barreling down the alley.”

He trades a look with Ross, then looks at Sharon. “Okoye came running out after T’Challa. I followed him back inside instead of going after Klaue, because I figured whatever kept him from it had to be serious.”