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[solarisirius]

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for Wanda | Post Civil War

[bhagadara]

News, as it tends to do, reached him slowly. After fleeing Sokovia, it would have been too obvious for him to return to India, too predictable and therefore too easy to track him down. Europe wasn't the best place for someone on the run, although the northern parts of Russia would be ideal if not for the fact that he hated the cold with every fiber of his being. So once the fuel in the quinjet ran out, he headed south, bartering medical knowledge for passage on anything from shipping vessels to the back of a stranger's motorbike.

It ended with him in Sudan, and even though his Arabic was less than perfect and he was quite obviously a foreigner, work wasn't hard to come by. Not having easy access to a radio or a television, he was more than content to remain oblivious to the outside world, and the outside world remained oblivious to him. People in the rural areas had no idea who he was, but were happy to accept his help, especially once he got a reputation going as a medical professional (which, technically, he wasn't, but he's spent more years as a field doctor sort of person than a scientist at this point in his life).

Of course, it didn't last; it never does. When the Wakandan king was among the casualties at the UN bombing, word traveled like wildfire, and the family he was staying with was only too eager to tell him what their neighbor had told them from their last trip into town; there'd been an incident with the Avengers, a young female member (they had a young female member?) acting rashly and ending the lives of many civilians in Lagos, bringing the incidents in Sokovia to the forefront again. The end results was the Sokovia Accords, meant to bring the members of the Avengers to heel and hold them accountable for their actions instead of leaving them free to do as they please.

Aside from being alarmed that they'd been so close to his location, Bruce felt no particular way about the Accords. He was retired for a reason, and the Accords could arguably have been drawn up because of him, not whatever this girl did. He was the most dangerous, uncontrollable, and volatile of the Avengers, so perhaps it's for the best that such a thing exists, although he doubts that there's a prison in the world that could hold him against his will if he truly wanted to be free.

And as soon as he'd forgotten about it, the letter came. Carried by some sort of high-tech bird-like device, red and black in color that just zipped through the air and landed, quite happily, on the roof of his host family's hut. They were out, thank god, and the contents were as he expected; it was from Steve, asking him to come to Wakanda so they could talk. Something had happened because of the Accords, and he wanted to discuss it in person, if at all possible.

Sudan and Wakanda weren't that far apart, and if Steve had found him, others would as well. He'd have to move anyways. Might as well make a stop in Wakanda along the way.

Of course they were staying in residence with the new king, and of course he'd be meeting them at the weird, secret hideout that was apparently the new Avengers haunt. With Tony Stark being involved in their group, Bruce really shouldn't be surprised that a prince was now somehow involved with them. It still makes him feel rather underdressed, just like he did on the SHIELD base, to show up in a private helicopter wearing his third-hand suit.

At least the view from up here was nice. Not that he was given time to really admire it, though, before being ushered inside to wait. Most everyone was out, apparently, since he hadn't really been able to send word ahead that he was coming, but there were a few members still here, and one of them had been radioed to come retrieve him. When he asked who, the guard had simply shrugged and answered, unhelpfully, "the girl".