"Good to see you, Nakia," he says, and looks past her to where Okoye stands, silent and watchful. "You too, General."

As T'Challa apologizes, he shakes his head and starts to reassure him -- only to feel the bottom drop out of his stomach as he continues.

Oh, Christ. No, he pleads with an uncaring universe. It doesn't take a genius to put the pieces together, not when Steve Rogers is standing right there, not when Wilson and Romanoff helped them escape, not to mention Sharon throwing her entire career out the fucking window for them. Why me?

"Goddammit," he curses, exasperated beyond belief. "Might as well get it over with. Where is he?"