"Everyone thought it was him, there was photographic proof and none of us had the time or sense of mind to wonder why, after being a ghost for years, he'd fuck up or act out now. I didn't have time. The Secretary of Defense wanted him brought in, set up a german task force and Rogers fucked off to find him on his own. I had to argue with Thaddeus fucking Ross to cool it with the itchy trigger finger to let me bring them in. Mostly to keep him from vanishing Barnes, because he'd want to, you know he'd want to. I had to bargain for the right to arrest a friend." Someone he trusted. Someone he went to bat for. Someone he'd tried so hard to protect in any way he could even if he'd stepped away. "...And I got twenty four hours to find him and bring him in. So we tried- the German task force located them in Romania and there was...Rogers had gotten there first. There was a fight. There's always a fight. Officers get critically injured because it's a swat team versus two super soldiers and a mystery third party that's as enhanced as either of them. The Black Panther? T'Challa. Prince, now King, of Wakanda."

God, what a clusterfuck.

"Ross is breathing down my neck, Rogers and Barnes get brought in, T'Challa's in custody, and I'm trying to get Rogers to sign to make what he'd done aboveboard. Legal. Arguing with him that we need to be on the same page with this and I thought maybe he'd trust me to handle it, because it's all I fucking do. But- I don't know. Nothing I did was the right option, no argument I could make got through to him. His mind was on where Barnes was being kept and mine was on trying to keep everything from cracking open."