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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."

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"...that's how that happened?" Tony, exposition for the rest of the class. "He's the one who killed the king?"

He looked over at Steve.

"It was all over Al Jazeera before..."

You know. The world ended.

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"Right," Steve agreed with Tony's subtext there. The king being, he assumed, T'challa's father. "Well, then. Okay. Does anything feel broken?"

He still wanted an answer about the law enforcement thing, boys.

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T'challa stood by his stance of 'screw the rules' on that matter. Stark would have to answer that for himself.

"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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"Was I perhaps not clear enough?" Steve demanded. "No blackmail. And we're just concerned for your welfare. You're free to leave, of course." Wouldn't he be thrilled to find he was on a small island off the coast of Maryland?

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