In an SUV, T'Challa sat in front of Steve and I, while we sat in front of Sam. I was thinking about Bucky. I could easily get out of these restraints if I wanted too. I knew why Bucky had told me no though. No place would be safe. We would be wanted and we would have no peace always looking over our shoulders.
"So, you like cats?" Sam asked, breaking the tense silence that had grown between us.
"Sam," Steve warned.
"What? Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don't wanna know more?" Sam argued, looking down to hide my laugh while shaking my head.
"Your suit . . . t's Vibranium?" Steve asked instead. I looked up at T'Challa then wanted to know more. His eyes narrowed as he glanced sideways at us.
"The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. A mantle, passed
