"What is this?" Thrór took the photograph and pointed at the mark on Ulysses's neck.
"That's a tattoo. I don't think it was there before."
"No." Thrór pointed at the scorched red mark, clearly distinct from the black tattoo. "Those are tattoos. This is a brand."
"Let's look into it first." Banner entered the brand on Ulysses's neck into the computer, and the database quickly returned a result.
"This brand is in an African native language. It means 'thief,' and it's highly insulting."
"What native language?" Steve asked.
"Wakannada—no, Wakanda."
Tony's expression changed as he looked reluctantly at Steve. "If this guy brought something out of Wakanda..."
Steve seemed to recall something. "I remember your father said he bought it all out."
"I don't understand. What did he take from Wakanda?"
Tony glanced at Steve's shield. "The hardest metal in the world."
"Where is he now?"
Salva Giant Wharf, African coast.
Aaron rode his motorcycle down from the sky and stopped on a patch of road that was slightly drier and firmer.
He lowered his head to check the compass. Its needle pointed toward the Churchill Great Britain, a rather worn-looking freighter docked by the shore.
"How did you end up here? You really made me look for you!" Aaron took Abei out of his bag and gently rubbed its dragon head. "I'll be counting on you later. Try to help your master leave a good impression on her."
"Master, is this really necessary?" Abei said resentfully.
"No choice. The person I need to protect and look after is a cynical woman with superpowers!
Adopting a child from an orphanage is like painting freely on a blank sheet of paper, but she... I'm afraid I'll have to make the right corrections to a painting that's already taken shape. That