The United Nations building had been bombed.
A bomb placed in a news van had destroyed the United Nations building in Vienna.
At least twelve people had died and over seventy had been injured, including King T'Chaka of Wakanda.
The authorities released a video of the suspect and confirmed that he was James Buchanan Barnes, a former member of the Howling Commandos.
According to relevant intelligence, James Barnes had worked for Sentinel Services for the past two years, apprehending many evil Mutants guilty of crimes. Yet during the United Nations conference, he had vanished without explanation...
Seeing the enlarged image of James Barnes in a hood on the television screen, Aaron barely stopped himself from laughing out loud.
That definitely was not Barnes. Someone was framing him.
But it had nothing to do with him. As long as Barnes had not prayed to him, his master, for help, it meant he was capable of handling it himself. There was no need to meddle.
On the contrary, he was happy to see someone give his followers something to do.
Only by realizing the importance of strength would they work harder at digesting their potions.
T'Challa sent his father to the nearest hospital, secretly arranged for the royal guard to protect him, then returned to the crime scene in a fury.
"Have you found anything?" T'Challa asked.
"MI6 has been notified. The forensic team will arrive soon." Natasha hesitated before adding, "I'm sorry, but it may not have been Barnes."
"T'Challa, the task force will decide who goes after Barnes."
"That won't be necessary, Miss Romanoff." T'Challa clenched his fists tightly. "I'll kill him myself."
"You have to find him first." Aaron interjected meaningfully. "But maybe it really wasn't him! There are far too many ways to change one's appearance these days.