T’Challa woke to find himself chained to a stone wall in a dark room. He yanked at his bonds but to no avail. Breathing heavily and with his head pounding he continued to fight against his restraints. That is until he heard the heavy slam of a nearby door.
His head whipped toward the source of the noise and when he looked Dr. Frost was entering the room, her hands clasped behind her back.
“If you’re thinking of torturing me for information about Wakanda you might as well forget it,” he told her. “I will not talk.”
“When I planned to conquer this world your capture was not part of the plan,” she told him. ‘Trust me when I say I do not care about your precious Wakanda. At least…not yet. But you will help me.”
I will never help the likes of you, he spoke in ixiXhosa.
Even though the HYDRA scientist couldn’t understand him she did notice the defiance in his tone. A hint of a smile touched her lips.
“I’m not surprised by your defiance but I’m confident that it will be shortlived. Bring her forward!” Continue reading Captain America: Secret War (TWENTY-THREE)