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The truth? Everett Ross didn’t have any reason to complain.
Okoye had saved him from every terrible consequence he would face at the CIA and it was because of her and Wakanda that he wasn’t sitting in a jail cell. He knew that. He was extremely grateful for that. Ross had done what he believed was right and he wouldn’t take it back.
But not having a job anymore kinda sucked. He couldn’t go home, he couldn’t go back to the CIA, and so he was suddenly thrown into a life he never pictured for himself. He had always wished he had more time during the day but now all he had was time, and it was beginning to blur together. Days passed before he realized he had done almost nothing. He was officially going stir crazy.
So, being the rule-breaking citizen he was now, there was only one thing to do: sneak out of the Wakandan embassy and re-enter society for a bit.
Ross hid his face underneath a generic baseball cap and his favorite pair of sunglasses. The air was cold and he loved it. Being around crowds of people again made him feel marginally more normal, but soon the anxiety about being recognized kicked in.
He would keep this excursion short.
At the first coffee shop he could find, he ordered a drink and a bagel. The entire time he was in line, he felt himself getting more and more jittery. If his hands hadn’t been in the pockets of his jacket, they would have been wringing together. Really though, what were the chances of being noticed and recognized? He needed to calm down.
