Bucharest, safe house
Bucky Barnes was buying plums. Though he only wanted to be an ordinary person, that had become a luxury the moment his face appeared on the big screen.
When he returned to the apartment, even from three floors away, his sharp hearing picked up the sound of SWAT boots on the stairs.
Crash!
The window shattered, and a flashbang exploded.
German special forces surged in like a tide. Bucky did not kill anyone; he merely smashed through the floor with his mechanical arm, trying to escape.
Just then, that familiar red-and-blue shield came spinning in, blocking the hail of bullets for him.
"Steve?" Bucky looked at the brother he had once believed dead.
"Don't kill anyone, Bucky." Steve caught the shield. "Someone is framing you, whether it's Vienna or this."
The two fought their way out together, but on the rooftop, a black afterimage cut off their path.
The man clad head to toe in a Vibranium suit—Black Panther T'Challa—lunged at Bucky like a rabid dog, burning with the desire to avenge his father. Even if he was not dead, it was unforgivable.
"Blood for blood!"
Ignoring Captain America's shield, T'Challa took the attack head-on and slashed his claws at Bucky's throat.
Machine-gun fire from a helicopter forced all three to leap from the building and into a tunnel, where a breathtaking highway chase erupted in an instant.
Above the overpass.
A black sedan was traveling parallel to the traffic below.
"Looks like our prince is really angry."
As Gwen Stacy drove, she watched Black Panther leap across car roofs below as though he were doing parkour. "His suit is made of Vibranium. Even Captain America's shield can't break through it."
"Vibranium is indeed tough, but his body is still within human limits."
Jiang Li opened