The group returned to the technology center, where T'Challa was still waiting. Upon learning that a wormhole had suddenly appeared, Shuri hurried back as well.
She happened to see Deathstroke and his group emerge, with an extra Iron Man among them.
"Tony." T'Challa took a deep breath and shook hands with Iron Man. "I told Deathstroke before that you're welcome to visit Wakanda, but it would be best to let us know in advance."
"Sorry, my mistake." Tony flashed a roguish smile as his helmet retracted into the armor. "After all, to outsiders, this is just the East African savanna. Who would know Wakanda was here? I invented Space Wormhole technology and merely wanted to try teleporting at random. I didn't expect this to be your home."
Tony Stark was the sort who needed to be handled gently. Black Panther's subtle protest only stirred up his contrarian streak. He did not mention apologizing again, instead insisting that this place looked like nothing but barren land to the outside world.
T'Challa knew he was lying through his teeth, but with Deathstroke present, he could not press the matter. He merely smiled and let it pass.
Shuri's eyes widened like a cat's. Without any hesitation, she grabbed Iron Man. "A wormhole generator? Is it based on Cosmic String Theory or spatial folding? What does it use for energy? Can I take a look?"
Tony would never show his inventions to an ordinary person.
But he thought highly of Shuri. Perhaps because he wanted to make up for something to Wakanda, he generously handed the metal rod in his hand to the girl.
"You and Peter can study it together. Look closely, learn well."
His urge to play teacher had flared up again.
"Damn it, my phone really is dead." Storm stood there