"You're in Wakanda. He can't get to you there." It's where they'll have to set up shop. Working on US soil wouldn't be an option, he had no idea what was left for them, who was left, what resources would be available. What kind of government was still around that might try to handle half the planet vanishing. Half the universe vanishing. There was no telling what kind of earth he'd be returning to when he flew back. If there'd be an earth when he flew back. "If I make it back, we'll set up shop there."

The odds weren't great. He knew that. But he'd try, he didn't have any other choice but to give it his bet shot.

"The upshot is this gives me the biggest fucking 'told you so' to throw at him if he's still around." That something was coming. That they needed to be able to handle their own shit if they were going to get past it- to get off his back and let him work, let him look forward enough to plan for something that there was no planning for. "The thing here, is-"

The big thing, the thing he was getting tired of discussing but then he'd never had to discuss it- anyone that took issue with Ross was on the other side of the damn planet for the past two years. "I was working with the UN. I was not, nor have I ever, worked with Ross. He was a part of the equation I had to try to work around."

Which was infuckingpossible with how politics worked and the overall bullshit of him being the member of the UN with the most experience with enhanced, specialized teams despite the fact that the entirety of the experience was in antagonizing and attempting to vivisect the same. Scrubbing his face he peeled away, heading back to the coals. He had a list to work through and daylight was burning. "I didn't have a choice. It was deal with him or walk and leave Rogers to handle him and that was only going to end badly- and it ended badly anyway. Not sure why I'm surprised by that anymore."