It was Hermione who spoke.
There was no sympathy on her face, only a hint of impatience.
Hermione felt her mood sour every time she saw these black guys.
Wakanda in the Marvel Universe was especially bad. They had this baffling arrogance, looking down on everyone and everything, radiating an inexplicable sense of superiority. They sat on a Vibranium mine, yet she had never seen them demonstrate any real ability. Just looking at them irritated her.
And now they actually dared to raise their voices at her.
In the end, she could only chalk it up to the power of her bloodline being too hard to suppress.
Nick Fury was somewhat better. He knew his place, had enough self-awareness in front of her, and had a decent head on his shoulders.
"What do Ultron's crimes have to do with me?"
"The Vibranium was spoils I seized from Ultron. You couldn't take it back yourselves, and now that I've destroyed him, you come running to claim the fruits of my victory and demand Vibranium? Are your faces made of Vibranium too? Or do you think I'm easier to deal with than Ultron?"
"Get one thing straight."
Hermione sneered.
"If it weren't for me, Ultron would have wiped Wakanda off the map."
"You couldn't protect your own assets. A robot beat you senseless and even destroyed your home, and in the end, you needed me to clean up the mess."
"The two of you are only alive to stand here yapping because of me. Forget kneeling down to thank me-now you're blaming me?"
"I haven't even asked you for payment yet!"
Her voice dripped with undisguised contempt as she mocked them.
"What, can't survive without Vibranium? How about I find you a plantation so you can revive your traditional industry? Don't worry,