"I've seen Peggy Carter many times. She should have died a year ago. The spell I cast on her barely delayed things until now, giving her time to handle her own affairs. But death is inevitable. This day was bound to come eventually, and there was no need for me to take part in something destined to happen. Besides, I hate churches. You know why." Salomon maintained that same smile, remaining vague about his itinerary. "Compared to churches, I'm more concerned with the course of this world's development. This is Austria. During my time here, I found quite a few excellent restaurants, from food trucks to Michelin establishments. I intend to try them all." The Arcanist spoke lightly, as if nothing mattered to him, as though he were simply a tourist in Vienna on a culinary journey.
"You seem rather unconcerned about the Sokovia Accords." Natasha Romanoff was quite curious about his attitude. "This affects you too. You're an Ability Enhancer as well. Once the agreement is signed, the UN Security Council will have an excuse to wage war on Latveria. Aren't you worried?"
"Why would a lion care about lambs? Their bleating may be irritating, but do they dare ram me with their horns? Reaching a consensus always requires blood to be spilled. This process cannot be stopped. One side must have its spine broken, be forced to kneel, be pressed into the mud, before both sides can sit properly at the negotiating table." Salomon found a miniature bottle of liquor in the minibar and made a simple cocktail with ice. Natasha did not see the smugness she had expected on his face. Instead, she saw regret and sorrow. Yet it lasted only an instant. Soon, he resumed the bearing of the King of the City of Immortals. His