“I’ll let that slide, Ben.”

Seems like you were going to say something different.

Hmm

“You do not have to bow to me, Reed,” T’Challa said at once. His people never bowed to him and he’d rather one of them do before any person from the outside world does.

“Word around is that you lost your way.”

“Heartbroken. Defeated.”

He couldn’t help but to chuckle a bit. “That’s understandable. And I’m sure you pitch up Johnny more than you do the kids.”

“Practicing without my armor is necessary,” he said, rubbing his now bandaged arm. “I can not always rely on my suit, Susan. And thank you for seeing to me.”

“Logan?!” He scoffed. “Definitely not him. A badger could do more damage.”

He hadn’t taken to kindly of finding out the news that the Wolverine had tried to swoon Ororo.

“A uh… disagreement,” he told her, blood dripping from his torso and onto his black shirt. “Nothing that I couldn’t handle though.”

“You look…”

“I was just saying hello. And I have some wounds to clean.”

He sighed, though his irritation was mild because he knew she was joking.

“That is not funny,” he said facetiously.