{Due to missing context of in raw, where it only show Peter disappear but later it said Matt and T'Challa also gone to the starwars universe, I rewrite the content to fix that plothole}
Midtown Manhattan - Luxury Hotel Suite
The Manhattan skyline stretched endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite, a testament to human ambition and architectural achievement. But the five individuals gathered around the holographic display in the center of the room represented a civilization that had surpassed such achievements centuries ago, while remaining hidden from the world that celebrated them.
King T'Chaka of Wakanda stood with the regal bearing that came from ruling one of the most advanced nations on Earth, though few beyond Wakanda's borders knew of its existence. Despite being in one of New York's most expensive hotels, he maintained the quiet dignity that had made him respected throughout the international community that knew him only as the leader of a small African nation.
Surrounding him were the most important people in his life and his kingdom. Prince T'Challa, his son and heir, possessed the same quiet strength as his father but tempered with the energy and idealism of youth. Princess Shuri, brilliant and irrepressible, represented the future of Wakandan innovation despite her tender age. Captain Okoye of the Dora Milaje stood at attention with the perfect posture of a warrior who had devoted her life to protecting the royal family, while her lieutenant Ayo maintained similar vigilance near the room's entrance.
Their clothing was a carefully calculated blend of Wakandan tradition and Western fashion—formal attire that would allow them to move through New York society without attracting attention, but with subtle elements that reflected their tribal affiliations and positions within Wakandan hierarchy. The vibranium jewelry they wore appeared to be simple decorative pieces, but each item was a technological marvel that could serve as communication devices, defensive systems, or emergency beacons.
"This man has been evading Wakandan justice for far too long," T'Chaka said, his voice carrying the weight of two decades of frustration. The holographic display showed detailed intelligence files on Ulysses Klaue, complete with photographs, criminal associates, and a comprehensive timeline of his activities since his attack on Wakanda.
"Twenty years," the king continued grimly. "Twenty years since he violated our borders, murdered our people, and stole what belonged to our nation. Twenty years of watching him profit from Wakandan resources while remaining beyond our reach."
T'Challa's jaw tightened with the kind of controlled anger that came from growing up hearing stories of Klaue's crimes against their people. "We will find him, Baba. This time, Klaue will not escape to hide in some distant corner of the world. Justice will finally be served."
Shuri manipulated the holographic interface with the casual expertise of someone who had been working with advanced technology since childhood. "According to our intelligence network, Klaue has been conducting meetings throughout the city for the past several days. He's clearly searching for buyers who can afford his asking price for refined vibranium."
"What kind of buyers?" Okoye asked, her military training immediately focusing on the tactical implications of Klaue's potential customers.
"The identities are mostly encrypted or hidden behind shell corporations," Shuri replied, her fingers dancing through data streams that would have challenged the most advanced Western computer systems. "But some of the financial patterns suggest connections to international criminal organizations, terrorist groups, and..." She paused as a particular symbol caught her attention. "This is troubling."
The holographic display shifted to show a distinctive insignia that resembled stylized wings or claws—alien in design and immediately recognizable to anyone who had lived through the Battle of New York three years earlier.
"What is that symbol?" T'Chaka asked, though his tone suggested he suspected the answer wouldn't be pleasant.
"Chitauri technology dealers, my king," Okoye replied, her voice carrying the kind of controlled concern that came from a warrior recognizing a threat to global security. "Scavengers who collected alien technology after the invasion and have been selling it on the black market ever since."
T'Challa didn't need to finish his thought for everyone in the room to understand the implications. "Alien technology combined with vibranium... the weapons that could be created would be beyond anything currently existing on Earth."
"We must locate Klaue before he can complete any transactions," T'Chaka said with royal authority. "The security of not only Wakanda but the entire world may depend on stopping him."
When the king noticed his daughter giving him a particular look—the same expression she had worn as a child when she wanted to ask for something she knew might be refused—he raised an eyebrow with paternal amusement.
"Shuri? What is it?"
"Baba," she said in the carefully innocent tone that every parent learns to recognize as a prelude to negotiation, "since we're operating in New York, and there's a possibility of Chitauri involvement, perhaps we should consider..."
"What are you suggesting, my daughter?"
Shuri's grin was brilliant with teenage enthusiasm and genius-level strategic thinking. "Maybe we could ask the Avengers for assistance?"
"The Avengers?" Okoye's response was immediate and dismissive. "Why would we consider involving outsiders in Wakandan business? We have handled our own security for centuries without needing help from foreign superheroes."
T'Challa couldn't suppress his amusement at both his sister's request and Okoye's predictable reaction. "I think we should hear Shuri's reasoning before dismissing the idea entirely."
"Well," Shuri began, warming to her argument, "as the Americans like to say, this is their home turf. They know the city, they have resources we don't, and it would be strategically advantageous to have local support for our operation..."
"And it wouldn't hurt that you'd finally get to meet Tony Stark and prove once and for all who's really the smartest person on the planet?" Ayo asked with the kind of knowing smile that suggested she had heard this particular argument before.
Shuri crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks with indignation, looking more like a typical teenager than the scientific genius who had revolutionized Wakandan technology. "I'm tired of hearing that he's supposedly the smartest person on Earth when that title clearly belongs to me."
"There's the real reason," T'Challa said with obvious affection for his sister's competitive spirit.
But as he considered the tactical situation, his expression grew more serious. "Actually, Shuri's suggestion has merit beyond her desire to outshine Tony Stark."
"How so?" T'Chaka asked, recognizing the thoughtful tone that indicated his son was working through a complex problem.
T'Challa began pacing, a habit he had developed when analyzing difficult situations. "Wakanda has remained isolated from the outside world for generations, but we're now operating in the information age. If we're forced to use the full extent of our capabilities to capture Klaue—including the powers of the Black Panther—we will inevitably attract the attention of Earth's superhero community."
He gestured toward the window and the sprawling city beyond. "If we don't coordinate with the Avengers, we risk multiple parties converging on Klaue's location simultaneously. That could result in a chaotic situation where we're fighting the Avengers, Klaue's security forces, and potentially Chitauri technology dealers all at the same time."
"That would not be optimal for maintaining our operational security," Okoye admitted grudgingly.
"Then I will consider it," T'Chaka said finally. "But for now, we proceed with our original plan. If circumstances require Avengers involvement, we will reassess."
Shuri immediately bounced off her chair to embrace her father. "Thank you, Baba! You won't regret this decision."
"I hope not, my daughter. I hope not."
Hell's Kitchen - The Following Night
The New York night was alive with the kind of dangerous energy that made certain neighborhoods notorious after dark. In a shadowy alley behind a condemned warehouse, the kind of business that thrived in darkness was being conducted with the efficiency of long practice.
"These shotguns are simple, reliable, and easy to reload," Turk Barrett was explaining to his potential customers with the enthusiasm of a salesman who genuinely believed in his product. "Perfect for your kind of work."
"We need something with more precision," one of the buyers complained, examining the weapons with professional dissatisfaction. "This looks like cheap garbage."
"Hey, these are the best weapons you idiots can afford," Barrett shot back with the kind of casual insult that suggested this wasn't his first difficult negotiation. "Plus, they're completely customizable if you know what you're doing."
"Very impressive, Barrett," came a familiar voice from the shadows. "I'd be much more pleased if you applied that kind of technical knowledge to legal and productive activities."
Barrett's reaction was immediate and predictable—a combination of fear and anger that came from dealing with someone who had made his life significantly more difficult over the past two years. He grabbed a shotgun from his merchandise box, but his movements were too slow and too predictable.
Daredevil moved with fluid precision, dropping low and slamming the weapons crate shut just as Barrett was trying to draw his weapon. The criminal's hand was trapped, eliciting a howl of pain that echoed off the alley walls.
The potential buyers immediately scattered, but Matt had anticipated their flight routes. His billy club left his hand in a perfect arc, striking the furthest runner in the back of the head before ricocheting to take down the second man. Both criminals collapsed unconscious to the alley floor.
"It's always a pleasure, Barrett," Matt said conversationally as he approached the trapped arms dealer. "We need to have a conversation."
"Jesus Christ, why do you always have to hurt me?" Barrett whined, cradling his injured hand. "Wasn't that beating you gave me last month enough to satisfy your sadistic tendencies?"
"That depends entirely on how cooperative you decide to be tonight," Matt replied, his voice carrying the kind of controlled menace that had earned him his reputation throughout Hell's Kitchen's criminal underworld.
Barrett blinked in surprise at the change in Matt's usual approach. Where their previous encounters had been almost routine—professional interactions between a vigilante and a reliable informant—tonight felt different. More dangerous. More personal.
"There's an international criminal operating in this city," Matt continued, his enhanced senses monitoring Barrett's heart rate and breathing patterns for signs of deception. "I want to know when and where he's planning to hold his auction. You know about every illegal transaction in Manhattan, so tell me where I can find Ulysses Klaue."
Barrett stared at Matt silently for several seconds, clearly weighing his options. "Look, man, I only heard rumors, but—"
Matt's fist crashed through the side window of Barrett's car, sending safety glass cascading onto the alley floor. "I'm not in the mood for games tonight, Barrett. Tell me where Klaue is conducting his business, or the next thing I hit won't be made of glass."
"Okay, okay!" Barrett stammered, his previous bravado completely evaporated. "Don't get violent, man. I'll tell you what I know."
"That's better," Matt said, his tone shifting to something approaching cheerful satisfaction. "Now give me a location and a time."
"They're meeting at the old shipping docks tomorrow night," Barrett said quickly, desperate to end the encounter. "Pier 47, around midnight. That's all I know, I swear."
"Can I go now?" Barrett asked hopefully.
"You did well tonight," Matt acknowledged, stepping back to allow the man space to move.
Barrett looked up at him with obvious surprise. "Really? I can just leave?"
"You have five seconds before I change my mind."
The arms dealer practically threw himself into his car, the tires squealing against pavement as he fled the alley as if pursued by demons.
Throughout the entire interrogation, four figures had been observing from the rooftop of a nearby building, their advanced technology allowing them to monitor both the conversation and Barrett's vital signs to confirm the accuracy of his information.
"They're hunting Klaue as well?" Ayo whispered, her voice carrying surprise that such a coincidence was possible.
"It appears they want him out of the city as much as we do," T'Challa mused, his analytical mind already considering the tactical implications of this unexpected development.
"What are your orders, my prince?" Okoye asked, ready to adjust their mission parameters based on this new information.
Shuri's voice carried barely suppressed excitement as she saw an opportunity to implement her earlier suggestion. "Maybe we should try talking to them. After all, we're pursuing the same target."
"Who are you?"
T'Challa immediately spun toward the voice, which had come from directly above their position. Looking up, he saw the red-clad figure they had been observing standing on a fire escape landing with the kind of perfect balance that suggested superhuman abilities.
Recognizing that aggressive postures would only escalate the situation, T'Challa raised his hands in a gesture of peaceful intent. "We mean no harm. My name is T'Challa, and I am the prince of Wakanda. We did not come to your city to cause problems for you or your people."
"Then why are you here?" Matt asked, his enhanced senses analyzing every aspect of the group's body language and vocal patterns.
"Our presence relates to the man you were questioning," T'Challa replied with diplomatic precision. "Ulysses Klaue."
"You know him?"
"Unfortunately, yes. He is a criminal who has evaded Wakandan justice for twenty years, and his crimes must finally be answered for."
Matt's head tilted slightly as he processed this information. "What kind of crimes?"
"Murder, theft, violation of sovereign territory, and arms dealing," T'Challa replied, his voice hardening with each accusation. "He invaded our homeland, killed our people, and stole resources that belonged to our nation. I have come to New York to ensure that he finally faces the consequences of his actions."
The Wakandan prince stepped forward slightly, his posture shifting from defensive to collaborative. "We appear to share a common objective, and perhaps we could work together to achieve it more effectively. Cooperation might serve both our interests better than operating independently."
Matt remained silent for several long moments, his enhanced senses continuing to analyze the group while his legal mind processed the implications of international cooperation in capturing a wanted criminal.
"Alright," he said finally. "Tell me what you know about Klaue that might help us take him down."
Avengers Compound - Main Conference Room - Later That Night
The familiar hum of advanced technology filled the air as Matt Murdock sat at the conference table alongside his fellow Avengers, recounting his encounter with the Wakandans to Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Hank Pym, and Peter Parker.
"So let me get this straight," Tony said, leaning back in his chair with obvious interest. "Wakandan royalty just happened to be in New York hunting the same arms dealer you were tracking? That's either an incredible coincidence or..."
"Or they have intelligence networks that rival our own," Clint finished grimly. "Either way, it means Klaue is a bigger threat than we initially assessed."
Peter, who had been quietly listening to the briefing, raised his hand tentatively. "Um, sorry to interrupt, but what exactly is Wakanda? I mean, I've never heard of it before."
Hank Pym looked up from the holographic display he'd been studying. "Officially, Wakanda is a small African nation known primarily for textile production and agricultural exports. Unofficially..." He paused, clearly choosing his words carefully. "Let's just say their technological capabilities appear to be significantly more advanced than their public profile would suggest."
"How advanced are we talking?" Peter asked with growing curiosity.
Tony activated the room's main display, showing satellite imagery of what appeared to be a modest African city surrounded by farmland. "On the surface, it looks like any other developing nation. But Friday's been analyzing the energy signatures we detected from their equipment tonight, and the readings are... interesting."
"Define interesting," Matt said, his enhanced hearing detecting subtle changes in Tony's voice that suggested genuine concern.
"The kind of interesting that makes me wonder if I'm actually the smartest person on the planet," Tony replied with uncharacteristic humility. "Their technology isn't just advanced—it's operating on principles that I can't even begin to understand."
The room fell silent as the implications of that statement sank in. If Tony Stark, arguably the most brilliant inventor on Earth, was admitting technological inferiority, then Wakanda represented something unprecedented.
"So what's our next move?" Clint asked, breaking the contemplative silence.
Matt straightened in his chair, his decision made. "I told Prince T'Challa that we'd consider working together on this. Given what we've learned about Klaue's activities and the potential buyers he's meeting with, I think we should take him up on that offer."
"You trust them?" Hank asked skeptically.
"I trust that they want Klaue captured as much as we do," Matt replied carefully. "Beyond that, we'll have to see how things develop."
Tony activated his communication system. "Friday, send a message to our new Wakandan friends. Tell them we're interested in coordinating our efforts against Klaue, and we'd like to arrange a meeting to discuss operational parameters."
"Message sent, Boss," Friday's synthesized voice confirmed.
Peter looked around the table with obvious excitement. "So we're really going to work with actual African royalty? That's pretty cool."
"Just remember, kid," Clint said with a slight smile, "royalty or not, they're still people with their own agendas and motivations. Stay alert and keep your spider-sense active."
"Always do," Peter replied with confidence.
Pier 47 - Manhattan Shipping District - 11:45 PM
The Manhattan waterfront at night carried a different kind of energy than the bustling financial district just a few miles inland. Here, among the massive shipping containers and towering cranes, the city's legitimate commerce gave way to the kinds of transactions that required darkness and discretion to flourish.
Tony Stark hovered silently above the pier complex in his stealth-configured armor, his sensors conducting a comprehensive sweep of the area while maintaining radio silence with the rest of the team. Below him, the organized chaos of the shipping yard provided perfect cover for the kind of illegal auction that Ulysses Klaue specialized in conducting.
"Visual confirmation on our target," Tony whispered into his comm system, his armor's enhanced optics focusing on a distinctive figure supervising the arrangement of several metal cases near a converted shipping container. "Klaue is here, and he's brought enough security to start a small war."
From his concealed position on a nearby warehouse roof, Clint Barton adjusted his scope and counted the hostile forces arrayed below. "I've got eyes on at least twenty armed guards, plus some kind of technical equipment that I can't identify from this distance. This guy definitely isn't taking any chances."
"The energy readings from those cases are off the charts," Hank Pym reported from his position near the compound's mobile command center. "Whatever Klaue is selling tonight, it's generating electromagnetic signatures that are beyond anything in my database."
Matt Murdock crouched in the shadows between two shipping containers, his enhanced senses providing a detailed map of the entire operation. "I can hear multiple languages being spoken down there. Sounds like he's got buyers from at least six different countries, maybe more."
"Any sign of our Wakandan friends?" Peter asked from his web-slinging position among the crane superstructure, his spider-sense tingling with anticipation.
His question was answered by the distinctive sound of advanced aircraft engines that seemed to materialize from nowhere. Four sleek vessels descended from the night sky with the kind of silent precision that made even Tony's technology look primitive by comparison.
"Well," Tony muttered with grudging admiration, "I guess that answers the question about their stealth capabilities."
The Wakandan ships landed with barely a whisper of displaced air, disgorging their passengers with military efficiency. T'Challa emerged from the lead vessel, now wearing the distinctive black uniform that marked him as the Black Panther, while Okoye and Ayo flanked him in their traditional Dora Milaje armor. Even Shuri was present, though she remained near the aircraft with what appeared to be some kind of advanced monitoring equipment.
"Avengers, this is Black Panther," T'Challa's voice came through their communication system with crystal clarity. "We are in position and ready to coordinate our assault."
"Copy that, Panther," Tony replied, still adjusting to the surreal reality of working with Wakandan royalty. "What's your assessment of the situation?"
"Klaue has positioned himself in the center of the pier, using the shipping containers as natural barriers against external assault," T'Challa reported with tactical precision. "His security forces are well-armed and professionally positioned. This will not be a simple capture operation."
Clint's voice carried a note of concern as he continued his reconnaissance. "I'm seeing movement on the outer perimeter. Looks like more buyers are arriving, and some of them are bringing their own security details. This is turning into a convention."
"How do you want to handle this?" Matt asked, his enhanced hearing detecting the increasing complexity of voices and conversations from the auction site.
Tony made a rapid tactical decision. "We go in fast and coordinate. Panther, can your people handle the external security while we focus on Klaue and the auction itself?"
"Affirmative," T'Challa confirmed. "My warriors will secure the perimeter and prevent any buyers from escaping with vibranium samples."
"Spider-Man, you're with me," Tony continued. "We'll approach from above and disrupt the auction directly. Hawkeye, find a position where you can provide cover fire for everyone. Daredevil, work with the Wakandans to coordinate ground-level assault."
"What about the buyers?" Peter asked, his sense of responsibility warring with tactical necessity.
"We capture them if possible, but Klaue is the primary objective," Tony replied grimly. "If they resist, we treat them as hostile combatants."
The coordination between Avengers and Wakandans proved remarkably smooth, despite this being their first joint operation. As Tony and Peter descended toward the auction site, T'Challa and his warriors moved with the fluid precision of a pack of hunting cats, systematically neutralizing Klaue's outer security ring.
The first sign that something was wrong came when one of T'Challa's target called out in alarm. Instead of the quick, silent takedowns they had planned, Klaue's guards proved to be equipped with technology that seemed designed specifically to counter superhuman abilities.
"What the hell?" Peter yelped as an energy net materialized around him, the crackling field disrupting his web-shooters and sending painful jolts through his enhanced nervous system. "This isn't normal security equipment!"
Tony's repulsors impacted against a shimmering barrier that absorbed the energy and redirected it back toward him with doubled intensity. He barely managed to avoid being struck by his own weaponry as he executed an emergency evasive maneuver.
"These aren't ordinary mercenaries," T'Challa reported with growing alarm as his vibranium claws sparked against armor that should have been easily penetrated. "Someone has provided them with technology specifically designed to counter enhanced individuals."
Clint's arrows found their marks with typical precision, but instead of incapacitating their targets, the specialized arrowheads seemed to have minimal effect against the guards' protective equipment. "I don't like this. It feels like we're walking into a trap."
The auction site erupted into chaos as Klaue's voice boomed across the pier through amplified speakers. "Welcome, Avengers! And our special guests from Wakanda! I was wondering when you would finally decide to make an appearance."
Spotlights blazed to life, eliminating the shadows that had provided tactical cover and revealing the true scope of the operation they had stumbled into. What they had believed to be a simple illegal auction was actually an elaborate ambush designed specifically to capture Earth's enhanced individuals.
"You didn't really think I was foolish enough to operate in New York without taking precautions against superhero interference, did you?" Klaue continued with obvious satisfaction. "I've been preparing for this confrontation for months."
The shipping containers that had appeared to be randomly positioned revealed themselves to be sophisticated weapons platforms, their sides folding down to expose energy cannons and capture devices that were clearly designed using principles beyond conventional human technology.
"Those are Chitauri weapons," Tony realized with growing horror.
"All units, fall back to secondary positions," T'Challa commanded with royal authority. "This operation is compromised."
But even as the heroes attempted to retreat and regroup, the trap continued to close around them. Energy barriers materialized to block their escape routes, while hunter-killer drones emerged from concealed positions to pursue them through the maze of shipping containers.
"Friday, I need an emergency extraction," Tony called out as he dodged another volley of alien energy blasts. "Contact Hank and tell him to get the Quinjet airborne immediately."
"I'm sorry, Boss, but external communications are being jammed by unknown technology," Friday reported with synthesized concern. "We're cut off from outside support."
Peter swung desperately between the towering cranes, his spider-sense screaming warnings about threats from every direction. "Mr. Stark! There are too many of them! We need to find a way out of here!"
"Working on it, kid!" Tony replied, his armor's systems straining to adapt to the alien technology being used against them. "Just keep moving and don't let them surround you!"
The battle raged across the pier complex as both Avengers and Wakandans found themselves fighting for survival against an enemy that had anticipated their every tactical advantage. For every move they made, Klaue's forces seemed to have a prepared countermeasure.
It was Matt Murdock who finally identified their best chance for escape. His enhanced senses had been tracking the patterns of the energy barriers, and he realized that the alien technology had a critical weakness—it required constant power from a central generator.
"Tony! The power source is in the main shipping container!" Matt called out over the chaos of battle. "If we can take out their generator, the barriers will fail!"
"On it!" Tony replied, vectoring toward the target despite the concentrated fire being directed at his position.
T'Challa moved with feline grace through the battlefield, his vibranium suit absorbing energy attacks while his enhanced reflexes kept him ahead of the hunter-killer drones. "My prince! The generator is too heavily defended!" Okoye called out as she deflected another energy blast with her vibranium spear.
"Then we create our own opening," T'Challa replied with determination. He activated a device on his suit that Peter had never seen before—some kind of energy pulse that seemed to disrupt the alien technology in a wide radius around him.
The temporary disruption gave Tony the opening he needed. His repulsors lanced out with maximum power, striking the generator and causing a cascading failure throughout Klaue's defensive systems.
As the energy barriers collapsed and the hunter-killer drones fell from the sky, the heroes found themselves with their first real tactical advantage since the battle had begun.
"Now we finish this," T'Challa declared, his voice carrying the authority of someone who had finally seen an end to a twenty-year hunt for justice.
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