He-El cursed Nick Fury a few times.
He had thought they would set a time to meet again at their leisure. He had not expected this not to be a notice at all—Ancient One had already arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D., and Nick Fury had already dispatched a ship to the White House garden.
"I never should have given you clearance for ships to enter the White House." He-El cursed helplessly, rose straight from his office chair, and began walking out. He waved off the presidential guards who came to protect him, bringing only a handful of bodyguards with him to the spacious garden.
The evening glow gradually sank, dyeing Washington's sky crimson.
What arrived was not a S.H.I.E.L.D. Quinjet, but a Wakandan ship.
The sleek black Wakandan ship gradually emerged beneath the sunset, descending vertically onto the White House lawn. The flames from its four thrusters scorched the green grass.
The ship stopped and its hatch opened. Natasha and T'Challa, both dressed in black bodysuits, came down to greet He-El.
"BOSS, it's been a long time." Natasha welcomed He-El aboard with a smile on her lips.
"Good evening, Teacher." T'Challa smiled.
With a smile, He-El dismissed his bodyguards and walked toward the ship with Natasha and T'Challa, exchanging greetings with them. His gaze swept over Natasha's faint dark circles and the bloodshot veins in her eyes. "Have you been working very hard lately? Your dark circles are obvious, and your eyes are bloodshot."
Natasha's smile froze slightly. She widened her eyes, wiped beneath one of them with her hand, and sighed helplessly. "I really have been busy lately. I never knew so many strange things had already been happening in other countries. I'll tell you about them another day. It'll really open your eyes. The trip to pick you up, BOSS,