LANA WAS WORRIED about Steve. He and Sam had disappeared with Bucky and they were nowhere to be found. She knew, now that he had run off, without signing the Accords, there would be serious consequences.

Currently, she sat in the same room she was in almost an hour ago, with Secretary Ross pacing in front of her.

"I don't suppose you have any idea where they are?" Ross said.

Tony replied, "We will. GSG 9's got the borders covered. Recon's flying 24/7. They'll get a hit. We'll handle it."

"You don't get it, Stark. It's not yours to handle," Ross replied gazing at the chaos of the German forces, "It's clear you can't be objective. I'm putting Special Ops on this."

"It's our team," Lana protested.

Natasha nodded, "What happens when the shooting starts. What do you kill Steve Rogers?"

"If we're provoked," Ross said calmly.

Lana scoffed. She hoped with every fibre of her being that it wouldn't come to that.

"Barnes would've been eliminated in Romania if it wasn't for Rogers. There are dead people who would be alive now. Feel free to check my math."

Tony glared up at him, "All due respect, you're not gonna solve this with boys and bullets, Ross. You've gotta let us bring them in."

"How would that end differently than last time?" Ross asked.

"Because this time, I won't be wearing loafers and a silk shirt. 72 hours, guaranteed."

"36 hours," Ross replied, "Barnes. Rogers. Wilson."

As he walked out Tony called after him, "Thank you, sir." He sighed deeply looking at the two, "My left arm is numb. Is that normal?"

Natasha stood and rested her hand on his shoulder, "You all right?"

"Always," Tony responded.

Lana muttered under her breath, "Liar."

He ignored her, "36 hours. Jeez."

Natasha looked at him, "We're seriously understaffed."

"Oh yeah. It'd be great if we had a Hulk right about now. Any shot?"

Natasha chuckled, "You really think he'd be on our side?"

"No," Lana scoffed and Tony shrugged.

"I have an idea," Natasha said.

Lana feigned horror, "Oh no."

Tony rolled his eyes at her, "Me too. Where's yours?"

Natasha looked at him as though he had grown two heads, "Downstairs? Where's yours?"

Tony just smirked and got up.

➵

Tony had gone back to New York to find his new member, Natasha had gone off to make a few other calls so this was left to her. Lana had suggested that the new king of Wakanda might help, seeing as he had tried to kill Bucky earlier that day.

She stood in front of his vehicle waiting for him to arrive.

Lana saw them approaching. It was first a tall woman with a shaved head, then the king and another man behind. Despite the woman being tall Lana was slightly taller.

When the woman caught sight of her, her face hardened, "Move or you will be moved."

Lana smirked, "It's funny that you think you can."

The woman glared before the king spoke, "As entertaining as that would be..."

Lana looked at him, "You really think that you can find him?"

"My resources are considerable," T'challa replied.

Lana looked at the ground, "Yeah it took the world 70 years to find Bucky, so you could probably do it in about half the time."

"You know where they are," he stated.

Lana shrugged, "I know someone who does."