MCA #9, Wednesday Night

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It was late, and Steve was, like any sensible person, sound asleep in his bed, dreaming of sugarplums fighting AIM agents. And polar bears wearing snuggies.

This state of affairs was probably not going to persist.

((For that guy. Intruder and intruder's unconscious friend's identities NFB.))

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"And he cut your armor with his claws but that is not the same thing and you know it." Don't play obtuse with Steve, Tony. He'll frown at you.

Steve did not spare a glance for the more conscious gentleman on the couch, as he was too busy glaring at Tony.

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"If I can study it, I can make sure that doesn't happen again!"

WITH SCIENCE. Science that also didn't notice the angry prince on the couch. Oh, Marvel.

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The angry prince was just not that important in the overall scheme of things right now. Not when there was arguing with Tony to be done.

This was probably a new sensation for him.

"Or you could stop running around getting yourself into trouble with the armor in the first place." To say nothing of how the properties of vibranium made that unlikely.

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"I have to do this to help people! It's not like SHIELD is doing anything to stop AIM," Tony snapped. Like the angry teenager he was.

Maturity.

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"You don't know that because you do not know everything SHIELD does." If Nick Fury was in charge, half of SHIELD didn't know what SHIELD did. "You already said SHIELD and the FBI were chattering about this arms dealer!"

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"And not stopping them! They couldn't even stop that laser idiot!"

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"Who are you people and where am I?" T'Challa demanded, apparently having enough of this petty argument.

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Oh, good, he wasn't in a coma. That was a good sign. And he wasn't attacking them! Also a good sign. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Steve. Snapped at him. Holding up three fingers.

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T'Challa did not have need of your help, Steve!

"Get your hand out of my face," he said, grabbing for his mask as he stood up to try looming over Steve. It... did not work. But he was taller than Iron Man. Which made up for it.

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"Whoa, no need to get rude!" Said the guy who had been getting close to a shouting match with Steve previously.

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Looming over Steve was frequently a losing proposition, it was true. "We're just trying to help you, son," Steve told him. "Iron Man here...brought you back to my apartment." Thanks so much again, Tony.

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"Don't call me son," T'Challa snapped, yanking the mask back on. Because he had daddy issues, Steve. It was a common thing on Armored Adventures.

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"All right, just take it easy," Steve said soothingly. "You were unconscious five minutes ago, so..."

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"Stay out of my way!" Because no, he couldn't be nice about this. "Both of you."

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"Excuse you, I saved your ass!" TONY. STOP HELPING.

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"Listen, even if you can walk out the door without falling over, which would be fairly impressive, I don't know where Iron Man picked you up but you're not there any more, and getting back there might be a little tricky. The causeway can be temperamental. Letting us help you is really the smart move," Steve told him.

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Watch him walk! All on his own! He needed no one help, Steve.

"Iron Man?" T'Challa let out a bark of something that could be considered laughter. On some other planet of no joy. "I read the papers, Stark. You know who I am, but I also know who you are now."

Why yes, that was a threat.

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Well. That wasn't what he'd been expecting at all. At least he wouldn't know who Steve was? Excuse Tony, he was repressing the urge to whine 'But I saved you!'

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"Good, so we're all agreed to not blackmail each other," Steve said decisively. "Now sit down and let me check you over." Or else, T'challa. Or else.

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T'challa found himself sitting down suddenly. Why was he sitting down?

WHY DID YOU USE YOUR POWERS FOR EVIL, STEVE?

"I can return to my country, you have nowhere to hide if I tell," he informed Tony. With all the dignity possible while sitting on a stranger's couch in the middle of the night. In his Black Panther uniform.

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"You can't blackmail me!" Tony finally managed to get out, giving Steve a look like he could fix this.

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"No one's blackmailing anyone," Steve said firmly. "Now how many fingers am I holding up?"

The answer was two this time.

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"As long as he stays out of my way. Moses Magnum is mine to deal with." A beat. "Two," he ground out.

Steve, stop tormenting the angry Wakandan prince.

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"I'd love for him to, but unfortunately he doesn't listen to a word I say. Now who's Moses Magnum, and why can't anyone from your reality let law enforcement do their jobs?" Steve asked Tony.

No, and you can't make him. Nyah.

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SCREW THE RULES, HE HAD DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY.

T'challa gave Tony would could only be another glare from behind the mask before responding to Steve. Like two angry, angry school boys in the principal's office.

"He incited a riot in my country, and stole a priceless artifact from our treasury. He is a criminal who will pay for what he has done."