The United Nations headquarters in Vienna stood on the banks of the Danube, its blue-gray granite exterior gleaming with a cold, hard luster through the morning mist.
The main structure was a long, horizontal rectangular block, its cantilevered observation deck like a straight blade cutting through the low-hanging clouds.
The United Nations flag atop the main building unfurled in the breeze, its blue-and-white surface forming a solemn contrast with the building's gray tones.
Yet this sanctuary of peace was now shrouded in the tense shadow cast by the signing of the "Sokovia Accords."
Outside the main building, crowds had gathered to witness the signing of this important agreement, while inside the cordon, reporters from numerous major news outlets had already begun their coverage.
"This is BBC reporting live!" the blonde reporter said clearly, gripping her microphone. "How will an agreement signed by 117 countries bring an end to the 'lawless era' of superheroes?"
She suddenly stepped aside as three suited security officers pushed a wheelchair through the crowd—the Vibranium necklace around Wakanda's King T'Chaka's neck flashed past the camera, becoming the focus of the live broadcast.
At a balcony in the United Nations headquarters, a burly black man looked down at the scene below, seemingly lost in thought.
He was T'Challa, prince of Wakanda and the man destined to inherit the title of Black Panther.
Today, he and his father, King T'Chaka, had come to attend the conference as Wakanda's representatives.
Some time ago, dozens of Wakandan civilians had been caught up and killed in a battle involving superheroes. Therefore, they needed to attend as representatives and support the United Nations in signing the "Sokovia Accords"!
T'Challa turned around and suddenly spotted a beautiful red-haired woman, his eyes lighting up.
From her appearance and her conversations with others, he