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screwyoumarvel) wrote2011-12-14 06:56 pm
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MCA #9, Wednesday Night
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.))
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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"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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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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The answer was two this time.
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Steve, stop tormenting the angry Wakandan prince.
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No, and you can't make him. Nyah.
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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."
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He looked over at Steve.
"It was all over Al Jazeera before..."
You know. The world ended.
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He still wanted an answer about the law enforcement thing, boys.
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"I am fine. And I will be leaving now. Or else I tell about Mr. Stark's night time activities."
Not even your magic powers could keep him from being surly, Steve. Sorry about that.
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Yes.
T'challa gave them each one last glare before stalking out of the room like an angry teenager that he wasn't too far off from being.
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All your fault, Steve.