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The fugitive Avengers stood protectively in front of Wanda in the gardened courtyard where T’Challa had agreed to let Tony meet with them. Clint took a menacing step towards his former teammate. “You and Ross aren’t locking her up.”
“Of course we aren’t.” The Wakandans had scanned him for tech at their embassy before flying him in themselves and requested only that he give up his phone and wristwatch for the meeting. It was very much Tony fucking Stark before them rather than Ironman, but he still projected an amused confidence at the bristling former superheroes. “Individuals locking people up is kidnapping. I’m here on behalf of the International Criminal Court to bring Ms Maximoff to the Hague.”
“No.” Rogers was absolute in his tone. “T’Challa let you come here to talk, he’s not letting you take her to be given over for some sort of show trial and locked up or experimented on!”
“Not anything close to what will be happening and I don’t need King Kitty’s permission to deliver a warrant, or to leave his country - just to enter it.” He had a happy, carefree expression.
Sam snorted. “What, you think there’s remote controlled suits on their way here or something? I know you’re used to being the top dog in gadgets, but Wakanda is the most technologically advanced nation in the world. They could detect and disable them before they were a mile over the border.”
“Hmm, yes, that is true.”
Wanda spoke up for the first time. “Then why are you smiling?”
At that, Tony’s smile grew to a delighted grin, as if Wanda had given him the best present ever. “Because,” he replied in an oddly accented tone, “I know something you don’t know.”
“What’s that?” Steve asked in annoyed confusion even as Clint and Sam tensed in concern.
A tornado of movement suddenly surrounded them with what seemed to be sticks and rocks from the ground and a few objects the size of small birds which flew right at Wanda’s hands and face.
“I,” the inventor said cheerfully as red magic slid harmlessly off the larger pieces, “am not a nation.”
By the time he was done speaking, suits had formed around both his prisoner and himself and they launched into the open sky.