THE PAIN IN HIS CHEST grows worse . hands curl and uncurl into fists as he looks at the words streaming across the screen . not the way he wanted the news to be solidified ; that his best friend and king is dead . the agent sucks in a breath and bows his head . he is regent now . he is responsible for wakanda . while ross knows he can handle the responsibility , he can’t believe the news . he can’t process it . he looks over to the man on his left , still unsure of what to do or make of him . they may not be friends or allies , but they fought well together .
“ AND SO ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST. ” he reveled in the IRONY of his words; so many had died. so many had fought. so many lost everything . for what? he didn’t even know – this wasn’t his war. this wasn’t his fight and this wasn’t his world. he could leave and turn a blind eye to the workings of this world – of all the realms – and he would be alright with it. “ —- time to let the LESSER one’s clean up the mess. i’m DONE here. ”
Hellfirebound 