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My little love

Chapter 18

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

Word count: 4.5k

Warning: bit of angst, fluff, GOATS!!!!

A/N: I wish I could have this out sooner but work has been kicking my ass lately. Anyways I hope you like this chapter I have maybe one or two chapters planned of them being in Wakanda!

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Ch 17

As soon as the alarm went off you were on your feet and rummaging through everyone’s luggage. You had overpacked for a reason. Although you knew the main purpose of this trip was to help Henry, you knew there was a chance that people that Bucky had interacted with would want to see him again. It was important to you that they see he was doing well and was being taken care of. That the chance they had taken on Bucky hadn’t been a waste.

Bucky on the other hand seemed un-bothered that he was going to have dinner with the Queen mother of Wakanda. It was as if he always came to the palace to have Sunday dinner or something.

“Sugar,” Bucky caught you by the waist as you walked back towards the kid’s room. “Why are you freaking out? It’s just dinner.”

“With a literal Queen, James. I want us to look presentable.”

“We will. You practically packed their whole closet but this isn’t some huge feast or something. It will most likely just be Queen Ramonda, Shuri and T’Challa. Maybe Nakia if she isn’t on a mission. There’s nothing to worry about, it’s just a small dinner.” He gave you a kiss on the cheek before calling Henry and ushering him to the bathroom so that he could shower.

“It’s just a small dinner.” You mutter to yourself as you turn your attention toward Lottie who was turning the pages of her favorite picture book about animals.

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Bucky had been so wrong. There were a few leaders of the other tribes already waiting. You were glad you insisted on dressing up a bit considering everyone in the room looked amazing. They wore the colors representing their tribes and they all looked regal. You and Bucky were dressed both in black, while Lottie wore a dress and Henry wore a button up with a sweater on top and jeans. They looked adorable as they walked hand in hand.

Charlotte of course being the most outgoing was waving at anyone that would look in her direction. Bucky introduced you to a few of the tribe leaders as you all awaited the arrival of the royal family.

“So it’s true what I’ve heard. The white wolf has found a pack of his own.” You turned to see one of the younger men in the room walk towards you and Bucky. He was tall and broad, he wore furs and looked very intimidating.

“M’Baku, it’s good to see you again.”

“It’s good to see you back, although I wish it were under better circumstances. Now, who is this?” He smiles in your direction and he doesn’t look as intimidating as before.

“This is Y/N. She’s an Avenger, my girlfriend and the mother of my children.” Bucky said as his hand rested on your hip.

“Pleasure to meet you M’Baku.”

“No no, the pleasure is all mine.” He winks in your direction causing you to smile. “I hope you enjoy Wakanda. Just let me know if you would like a tour.”

“Ok, stop flirting with my girl.”

“I wasn’t flirting, I was just being a good host.” He laughs at Bucky’s unamused expression and you can’t help but join in.

The doors open and in walks T’Challa, Shuri and Ramonda. The Dora Milaje right behind them. When Lottie sees the red uniforms and spears she turns to you and Bucky and points at the group with excitement. Bucky picked her up while Henry moved to stand beside you just as Ramonda approached.

“James.”

“Queen Ramonda.”

“You must be Y/N. I’ve heard many great things already. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She smiles at both of you.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

“And who is this little one?” Her face lights up as she looks at Charlotte.

“This is our daughter Charlotte and this is our son Henry.” Bucky explains with some pride at being able to show his family off.

“Hello Charlotte, how are you?”

“Good.” Lottie responds softly and a bit shy, which is completely opposite of how she entered the room just a few minutes before.

“And how are you Henry?”

“I’m ok.” He says partially hidden behind you.

“Well I know that you are here so that Shuri can help you but I hope your baba takes you out to explore too. Would you like that?”

Henry nods.

“Good, I’m sure you’ll have fun. Now why don’t we sit down?” She says before leading you into a dining room.

The room was large with huge windows that allowed a perfect view of the sunset and of Wakanda. A long table sat in the middle. Ramonda led you to the end of the table you’d be sharing with her and Shuri while T’Challa sat at the head on the other end with the rest of the tribe’s leaders. Bucky sat Lottie next to him and Henry sat between you and Lottie.

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By the end of the meal you have heard so many embarrassing stories about T’Challa from Shuri. Your mascara was probably ruined from your tears due to laughter. Henry now sat next to Shuri as they made up a handshake of their own. Lottie sat in Ramonda’s lap giggling at whatever Ramonda was doing. Bucky just smiled at the scene and you moved closer to him.

“What’s the smile for?”

“I was just thinking that if we were back in the 40s this is how it would be with my ma and my sisters. They would love the kids and you.” He has that look you’ve seen so many times, it’s a look of yearning for his family.

“I’m sure they’d be very proud of what a great father you are.”

Bucky smiles at you and places a kiss at your temple. Henry tugs at his arm and Bucky leans down to hear Henry whisper something in his ear. He excused himself and Henry and you are left with Shuri, Ramonda and Lottie.

“So tell me Y/N, how is motherhood treating you?” Ramonda asked.

“It’s been a big adjustment. Most of the time I’m afraid I’ll mess up and they’ll be scared of me or hate me. But I love them so much, I can’t imagine my life without them.”

“That is normal. I messed up many times while my children were little.”

“All of those stories of T’Challa are proof.” Shuri chimes in, making you snicker.

“The most important thing is that you tell them and show them how much they are loved. I’m very sure they love you too, isn’t that right Charlotte?”

“Yeah.” She said looking from Ramonda to you with a big smile. “Lobe mama.”

“I love you too.”

Charlotte giggles and stretches her arms out for you to pick her up. You kiss her cheek once she’s in your grasp and then you feel it. She tenses and she has that far away look in her eyes.

“Shit,” you start patting her back once you realize she isn’t breathing. “Come on baby, breathe for me.”

Shuri is up and out of her seat so quickly that it gathers the attention of the others in the room and Bucky who was walking back in. He quickly walks over with Henry as Shuri grabs one of the beads from her bracelet and starts a scan to figure out what’s going on.

“How long has she been like this?” Bucky asks as he takes Lottie from you and sits her on his lap. He starts to rub circles on her chest to try and get her to breathe.

“Just a few seconds.”

Lottie inhales sharply and Bucky prepares to run out since she usually cries after a vision. This time however she just has a scowl on her face.

“Lottie what’s wrong?”

“Steebie.”

“Does uncle Steve have an owie?”

“No, don’t wike it.” She says as she glared up at you and Bucky. Her little hands balled up into fists. “Bad Steebie.”

Bucky looks over at you as you both struggle to suppress laughter. When Charlotte has visions she either smiles or cries but never have you seen her get angry before. It’s somehow even funnier that the person that has made her mad is her precious uncle Steeb.

“Does that happen often?” Shuri asks as she stands beside you.

“The vision thing or the breathing thing?”

“Both.”

“The visions are unpredictable and so is the not breathing part. But she tends to hold her breath when the vision is very intense or upsetting. There have been other visions that don’t affect her this way.”

Shuri nodded while deep in thought as she processed what Bucky had said.

“Bring her to my lab tomorrow morning along with Henry. I’d like to run some tests if that’s ok with you.”

“Of course we’ll be there bright and early.”

“Good, I will see you all tomorrow.” She excuses herself and leaves.

“You deal with that every day?” Ramonda, who had been silently watching the whole thing, asked.

“Yes, it’s very unpredictable. Most visions aren’t as intense but when they are it’s scary.”

“One time the vision lasted so long and she wasn’t breathing that her lips started to turn blue.” Bucky adds. “Usually holding her close helps her not get lost in what she sees. And this is the first time she is able to somewhat communicate what her vision was about.”

“And Steebie is?”

“Steve Rogers.”

“Oh, the Captain.” Ramonda smiles. “Children are so precious at this age.” She looks fondly at Henry and Charlotte. The former gently caresses his sister’s cheek as he checks over her. Charlotte rests her head against Bucky and yawns.

“I think it’s best we call it a night. She’s going to sleep the rest of the night.”

You excuse yourself and head out of the dining room. Bucky holds on to a sleeping Lottie and you hold on to Henry.

“Is everything alright mother?” T’Challa asked.

“Yes, the little one just had a vision.”

A look of understanding crosses T’Challa’s face and he looks at his mother. He furrows his brows at her expression.

“Are you alright mother?”

“Yes, I was just imagining what this place would be like if I had grandchildren running around. I guess I must make the most of Henry and Charlotte while they are here.”

“Mother please let’s not start this again.” T’Challa pleads.

“I won’t say anything else. But I am not getting any younger.”

“Mother.”

She looks up at him and laughs. “Fine I will not bring it up again. For tonight at least. Have a good night my dear son.”

“Good night Mother.”

The next morning bright and early the four of you were in Shuri’s lab. Henry walked toward a display of gadgets that were being worked on by a lab assistant. You, Bucky and Lottie stood to the side waiting for the young genius to walk over to you.

When she was ready Shuri waved you over to a table at the center of the room. For privacy most of the lab assistants left so it was just the five of you.

“Alright let’s start with Charlotte.” Shuri patted the table and turned to grab som equipment.

“Just so you know she may not like this.”

“It’s ok, we will figure it out.”

You looked at Bucky and picked Lottie up. As soon as you sat her down on the table she gripped your shirt with such strength that she almost ripped it.

“Mama don’t wike, pwease. Don’t wike it.” Lottie immediately got teary eyed which in turn made you teary eyed. “No mama. Dada pwease.”

“Doll It’s ok, we aren’t leaving you. Mama and I are right here.”

Shuri walked back over and stood beside you. She held something that looked like a sleek version of a price gun in her hand.

“Look Lottie,” she placed it just behind your ear, near your hairline and pressed the trigger. There was no pain whatsoever and you wondered what she did. Then she moved to the other side and did the same thing. “See, it doesn't hurt.”

Lottie let go of your shirt and blinked away the tears as she looked up at Shuri.

“No owies?”

“No owies, little one.” Shuri smiled. “Here you try.” She walked around the table and motioned for Bucky to move closer. Shuri took Lottie’s hand and placed the gun into it while guiding her to her father’s forehead. It clicked and stuck something to Bucky’s head making Charlotte giggle. “Now you, ok?”

“Ok.”

Charlotte sat still as Shuri did what she needed. There were two small squares stickers placed on her head both behind her ears.

“I want to get some readings first. These will not come off even if she tries to peel them or with water or sweat. Only I can take them off.” Shuri explained as she grabbed a small tool similar to a pen and held it up to Bucky’s forehead, pulling the small square away with ease and then she did the same with yours. “We’ll keep them on for a couple of days, hopefully she will have a vision and we can see how her brain reacts.”

“That would be amazing. We haven’t been able to perform any tests on her.”

Shuri nodded in understanding. “You should be good for now. If anything happens, bring her back. Henry's first treatment will take about three hours.”

“Ok, we’ll see you back in the room.”

You turn to find Henry and see him by the table he was at before. With open arms you kneel in front of him and give him a hug.

“Listen sweetheart, no one is here to hurt you ok? Your dad is going to stay with you all the time and I’m going to be with Lottie. I’ll see you in a little bit ok?”

“Will you cuddle with me later?”

“Absolutely.” You smile and kiss the top of his head before standing up.

“Ok, come on Lottie.”

You stick out your hand in order for her to take it but she doesn’t. When you look down her arms are crossed over her chest and she has a pout. She was upset with you and you hid your smile behind your hand because she looked so cute. You waved goodbye to Shuri and Bucky and ushered Lottie out.

You sat in the garden of the palace with a book in hand while Lottie walked around and looked at all the plants. She was unusually quiet which let you know she was still upset. Every so often you’d look over the book to see where she was at. Little by little she got closer to you until you looked over and she was standing in front of you. Her pout was still present. After placing the bookmark in its place and setting the book aside you look at Lottie as she stares up at you.

“Can mama pick you up?” She nods and lifts her arms for you to grab her and sit her on your lap.

You weren’t sure how to have this conversation with her and how much of it she would understand but it was important to teach her about communication.

“Are you mad my sweet Angel?”

“Don’t wike it mama. Don’t wike owies.” She said with tears in her eyes.

“I know, baby. I don’t like it when you get hurt either. Mama and daddy would never hurt you like that, we just want to make sure you don’t have other owies we can’t see.”

“No habe owies.” She extends her arms so that you can see that there are no cuts or bruises on her.

“You’re right. But mama and daddy want to make sure. We want you to be happy and healthy so we can watch you grow up and be a big girl.”

“Mama,” She said as she put her hands on her chest, looking almost offended that you didn’t know. “Am big.”

You laugh before kissing the top of her head.

“Is that right? You’re a big girl?”

She nods and grins at you.

“Well then you gotta stop growing so fast.” You said as you tickled her. She giggled and tried to get off your lap. “I love you so much my sweet Angel.”

“Lobe you, mama.”

You pull your phone out after giving Lottie another hug to find a message from Bucky saying they finished a bit early. With a quick reply you tell him you’ll be in the room in a few minutes. You put Lottie on your hip and grab your book with the other and head back to the rooms you’ve staying in.

You can hear Henry crying the closer you get to the room and it’s heartbreaking. Even Charlotte looks worried as you walk in. Bucky immediately takes Charlotte from you.

“He doesn’t want anyone near him except for you. ” He says in a rushed tone and you rush into the adjoining room.

The minute you walk into the room Henry runs towards you. His face is red, cheeks are tear stained and his eyes are red and puffy. You manage to open your arms and catch him just before he knocks you down.

“Oh my sweet boy, it’s ok.” You say while rubbing his back hoping it will sooth him. “Just let it out baby.”

After kneeling there for a moment you get up and lift Henry up with you. He’s still sniffling and hiding his face in your chest so you get comfortable on the bed. You hummed a lullaby while playing with his hair only stopping when he fell asleep. Henry’s grip on your shirt is tight though so you stay in the same position and let him rest. Bucky pokes his head in with a sleepy Charlotte in his arms. He mirrors your position on the bed and lets Lottie rest against his chest. You both stay like that for a while so that the kids can get their sleep. Bucky hasn’t said what he had planned for the afternoon except that you’d be out of the palace.

Once the kids were awake and changed into more comfortable clothes you left. Bucky’s excitement was palpable as he led you away from the palace. Lottie matched his eagerness to get out and begin to explore. Henry on the other hand stayed closer to you at all times, he was withdrawn from everything going on around him and instead kept his head down.

The first stop was the small farm Bucky was living at when he stayed in Wakanda. It was far away from the palace and near a lake. Bucky grabbed a blanket he had packed and placed it on the grass near the lake. He had promised to pack everything while you comforted Henry and he did just that. After he set everything up you sat down and Henry made himself comfortable on your lap while Lottie kept Bucky busy by running around and playing close to the water’s edge.

“Are you ok sweet boy?”

“I don’t know.” He said quietly while he watched his sister and dad play. “What happens if we can’t get the words out?”

“What do you mean?”

“If Shuri can’t make me stop being bad, are you gonna stop being my mama, and is daddy not gonna be my daddy anymore?”

You scooped him up and turned him around so that you could look him directly in his eyes. There was so much fear in his eyes and he started going back and forth between transparent and visible. Your hands cup his face gently and you tilt his head up so that he’ll look at you.

“Henry I want you to really listen to me ok. You are not bad, the bad men made you do things you didn’t want to do. I know it’s going to take some time for you to understand that and that’s ok, we’ll work on it together. Now, your dad and I are always going to be on your side. No one in the whole world can make us stop being your parents. We love you so much and we’re always going to take care of you. Do you understand that?”

By the time you’d finished Henry was crying softly again. Bucky had walked over and sat down next to both of you after having heard Henry’s question.

“Hey bubs, c’mere.” Bucky pulled Henry into his own lap and looked over at you, silently asking you for some time alone with his son.

You smiled at him and got up in order to run around with Charlotte.

“I know this is a scary feeling. Not knowing if what Shuri is doing will work. But I promise it will because it worked on me. We just have to give them a little bit of time.”

“I’m scared daddy,” Henry hugged Bucky. “I don’t wanna hurt mama again and I don’t want to hurt baby or you.” He cried into Bucky’s chest but Bucky pulled him back.

“Let’s make a deal ok? I promise that I am going to be there with you the whole time and I’ll keep mama and Lottie safe until the bad words can’t hurt you anymore. What do you say?” Henry nodded and leaned into Bucky again.

They stayed like that for a while as you played with Lottie. You were looking over at Bucky, smiling in his direction when Lottie let out what could only be described as a scream mixed with a squeal of excitement as a small herd of goats walked in your direction.

“Mama, goats.” She said excitedly as she shifted her weight from side to side.

“I see that, let’s go see them.”

She ran toward Bucky and Henry first and tugged on her brother’s hand. He hesitated for a moment but followed her as she led him to the herd. Lottie was usually a happy child but you had never seen her this excited or happy before. Ever since the petting zoo she had loved goats. You teased Bucky saying it was another trait she got from him.

The goat herder recognized Bucky and they started to talk while the herd ran around the field. Lottie was a giggling mess when one of the smaller goats butted her in the belly playfully causing her to fall. When Henry bent down to pick her up the same goat tried to climb his back. He started giggling too and you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders.

Fortunately you had started recording everything as soon as Lottie screamed, so you’d be able to watch it as many times as you liked. You knew the team would love to see this too.

“Mama,” your sweet Angel called between fits of laughter. “Mama look.” She said even though you were watching her trying to mimic a goat's bleat. Henry soon joined her and you had a feeling they would be doing that for a long time after you got back to the palace.

“They’re probably going to lose their mind over this.” Bucky says as he stands beside you. He held the smallest goats you’d ever seen. “These two were born recently and need names and he’s letting us do it.”

You grinned in his direction.

“I bet I already know the names they’ll choose.”

“Me too.” Bucky chuckled as he walked towards the kids who were petting some of the goats. “Hey bubs, doll C’mere.” He said as he crouched down. Once the kids were in front of him Lottie awed at the goats he was holding. “Sit down so you can hold them. These babies need names. How about you each give them a name.”

You were sure Charlotte’s cheeks were going to hurt from how big she was smiling. She sat down quickly and opened her arms to allow Bucky to set one of the goats down and Henry did the same.

“Ok, you have to think about the name you have to give them.”

“Steebie.” Lottie said quickly as her hand gently patted the goats head. “This baby Steebie.”

“What about this one Henry?”

He looked down at the goat in his lap with a very serious expression before speaking up. “This is Sammie. Like Uncle Sam.” He gave you both a small smile when he looked back up.

“Those are great names. Steebie and Sammie.”

“No mama, baby Steebie.” Lottie corrected you.

“Oh ok, baby Steebie and Sammie.”

Bucky chuckled as he got up and went to speak with the goat herder. You sat down with the kids and ended the recording.

“Feeling a bit better bubs?”

“A little.” Henry replies.

“You know your dad took care of goats after Shuri helped him. Maybe we could get a pet when we get back home.”

“Can habe goat mama?” Lottie asked.

“I don’t know sweet Angel. Maybe something smaller like a dog or a cat. We don’t have space in the apartment for a goat.”

“I like cats better.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with the black panther now does it?” You raise a brow.

“Maybe.” He smiled sheepishly.

“We’ll talk about it more when we get back home. For right now let’s play with these guys, what do you say?”

Both kids got up and started running around, giggling as they were followed by the herd. Bucky’s arms pulled you against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“It’s going to get harder isn’t it?” You asked quietly.

“Yeah, he’s going to remember everything they had him do but in the end he’ll be free. He’s scared that he’ll hurt you again or that he’ll hurt Charlotte. I told him I’d protect you both.”

“I’m proud of you. You’re such a good dad.” You say as you turn to look up at him.

“I’m only giving him what I wished I had while I was going through this too. I was alone during most of it and I was terrified most of the time.”

“We’ll never let Henry feel like that.” You reach up and caress his cheek.

Bucky agreed as you watched both kids playing without a care in the world they way it should always be for them. Henry looks at you and smiles before waving you over. Happily you and Bucky join your kids and stay in the small peaceful corner of Wakanda until the sun starts setting. By then Henry and Lottie are exhausted and you make it to the palace before they can fall asleep.

After quick showers and getting dressed in comfy pajamas you all lay down in the kids rooms as they sleepily talk about goats. Once they’re fast asleep Bucky quietly leads you to the adjoining room and pulls you into bed with him. As Bucky absentmindedly runs his hand up and down your arm, you push away the worries of what the next few days or weeks would bring and enjoy the peace of the moment.

Ch 19

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Stars Aglow Ch. 3 || Okoye x Attuma

A Sea of Stars ~ Part 3 of 3

Ch. 1 • Ch. 2

Summary: Babies.

Warnings: Semi-Graphic Depictions of Childbirth, An Excessive Amount of Fluff, Seriously... I Hope Y'all Got Good Dental Insurance, And Tissues

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A/N 1: Pinky swears are very serious things that I take very seriously. This chapter is a behemoth of nearly 5k words... ridiculous.

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The Amnio was brilliant. 

When she’d first told them about it, Shuri had made it out to be a simple birthing chamber, but it was far more than that. She had converted an entire floor on the lower level of the Citadel’s residential tower into a birthing suite of dreams, complete with an operating room, a miniature neonatal ICU, and a near-exact replica of Okoye’s upstairs apartment with an added nursery for their post-delivery stay.

The main space was wide and cavernous, with a wall of windows that allowed the sun to illuminate the room and provided an incomparable view of the night sky. At its center was a circular in-ground pool with a series of wide ledges that helped accommodate varying depths within the water. Four holographic displays lined half of the pool, one for each baby and the last for her, their vitals being monitored by the patches affixed to her stomach. 

Okoye kneeled on the second step below the outer ledge of the pool, her forearms folded across her mother’s knees as she breathed heavily, panting through the latest contraction. She’d been in the water for hours now, the night dragging on as her body prepared to deliver her children into the world. Her head was bowed, resting on her arms, her face twisted in a grimace as the labor pains reached a new height. Attuma kneeled behind her, massaging her submerged lower back and stomach while her mother cradled her head, murmuring words of comfort. Nakia and Ayo bracketed her mother, both coaxing her through breathing exercises in soft voices.

Nakia’s fingers entangled with hers. “You’re almost there, usisi. So close now.”

Okoye did not feel close. Each contraction felt like an hours-long battle, challenging everything she thought she knew about pain. What started as a dull ache in her lower back rose to a roaring fire as her muscles constricted tightly, stealing the breath from her lungs. She fought to regulate her breathing, exhaling forcefully in a loud groan.

“Good, intombi,” Her mother praised, dabbing the sweat from her brow. “You’re doing so good. It won’t be much longer.”

She heard Ixtli and the nurses who’d accompanied her singing beneath the water, a wordless melody of highs and lows in time with the waves of pain crashing over her. Attuma and Namora joined them, and she sighed gratefully as each note eased the sharp bite of the cramping across her lower body. Thank Chaac and Bast for Talokanil siren singers. 

An early point of contention in her pregnancy had revolved around whether they would observe Wakandan or Talokanil traditions when the time for her delivery came. She and Attuma had argued relentlessly about it until Namora suggested a merger of the two traditions; Okoye would deliver their children on the surface, in the water, with a Talokanil midwife and a Wakandan obstetrician. That Namora's mother happened to be an iyom k'exelom was a happy coincidence, and Okoye couldn’t be more grateful to the woman and her melodious analgesic. 

As the contraction passed, Okoye whimpered as she felt Attuma move to her left, missing his presence immediately. She pulled her fingers from Nakia’s and unfolded her arms, reaching for him desperately. Attuma leaned in close, holding her hand in his, and pressed his nose to her cheek, muttering a string of reassurances and praises in both their mother tongues.

She wanted him closer.

Ixtli surfaced, rebreathers firmly affixed to her face and gills, informing them that her body was ready. It was time to push.

She needed Attuma. 

Using what little strength she had, Okoye used the stair above her and her beloved’s shoulder to support herself as she sat back on her knees. 

“K’iino’?” Attuma’s voice was wary, trying to gauge her intent as he sat up with her. 

“Behind me, please? I just… I need…” Okoye didn’t know how to adequately verbalize what she was feeling.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to; Attuma wrapped his arms around her, shifting them gingerly until his back was flush with the outer ledge of the pool, only their legs remaining beneath the water. Her back rested on his chest, skin-to-skin; their hearts beat in tandem, soul-to-soul. 

“Good?” he whispered against her ear, and Okoye nodded, a stray tear slipping down her cheek. This was everything she wanted, everything she needed.

“Don’t leave me?” she pleaded. 

“Never, in K’iino’,” came his fierce response.

Her family corralled around them. Ayo, Namora, and Shuri stood on the outer edge of the pool, each holding a different colored blanket for their corresponding godchild, ready to carry them from the water after they were born. Her mother and Nakia stood on either side of her and Attuma, grabbing her hands and helping her into a low squat.

Namora’s mother crouched between her legs, gently cradling her belly. “Are you ready, Nacom?”

Okoye gave a hoarse hum of approval and steeled herself. She was tired and terrified, but they were at the end now; the battle was almost won.

“When the pain comes again, listen to your body and bear down,” she instructed. The Talokanil midwife looked contemplative for a moment and pressed on the lower right side of her distended abdomen. “This one first, hm? He’s ready.”

Okoye wanted to question her, but the force of her contraction punched the air out of her, and she clamped her jaw shut. The urge to push came, and she did as she was told, a long groan escaping her gritted teeth as she bore down. Long agonizing seconds passed before Ixtli stopped her, letting Okoye catch her breath before commanding her to push again. 

Her mother and Nakia spoke quiet words of encouragement as she labored, and she squeezed their hands as they continued on in the arduous cycle of pushing and breathing. Attuma blew softly on her head between each push, extolling her strength and courage as he urged her to keep fighting. 

Ixtli ducked her head under the water quickly and resurfaced with a chuckle. “Uts ka a k'iino' yanak ti' juntúul paal il le eek'o'obo'. [It is fitting that your Sun would have one who looks to the stars.]” she said to Attuma in rapid Mayan, GRIOT translating for the room to hear. 

“What- what does that mean?” Okoye asked, leaning back on Attuma’s shoulder, breathless. “Are they okay?”

“The baby is fine, General. He’s just facing the wrong way,” Dr. Langeni waded over from the fetal monitors, placing a reassuring hand on her knee as she explained. “It’ll make things a bit harder, but we’re watching carefully, and if we need to intervene, we will.” She nodded over to the wall of glass partitions on the right side of the room, behind which lay the operating room and NICU. “For now, just focus on letting your body do what it was meant to.”

Ixtli nodded, confirming her counterpart’s words, and when the next contraction struck, Okoye bore down again, her groan ending in a sharp cry as she felt the burning stretch of her son crowning. 

“Dudula, Okoye!” “Yiza, emnandi, tyhala.” Nakia and her mother spoke words of encouragement, urging her to push, and squeezing her hands back as she tightened her grip on theirs.

The Talokanil nurses had resumed their song, and their voices grew in pitch as Okoye pushed again, a low scream erupting from her throat. The feeling of something giving way was followed by a rush of relief flooding her, and she collapsed against Attuma’s body. He peppered kisses onto her forehead, praising her strength and wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes. Gasps of awe and resounding echoes of praise came from everyone around them, but Okoye only had eyes for the tiny, screaming baby in Ixtli’s arms. The midwife stood and laid her son on her chest, and she instinctively cradled his small body even as the elder woman used a soft towel to wipe him down. 

Her son. 

Wriggling and squalling and hers.

Theirs.

Attuma’s hand rested over hers, his chin over her shoulder as they took in the new life they’d made together.

They had a son.

“Molo, mntanandini. [Hi, sweet baby.]” she whispered as his cries softened. 

He was magnificent. 

Ixtli wrapped her firstborn in a towel, plucking him from her chest, and passed him to Shuri, who stood ready, having swapped places with Nakia to receive her godson. Okoye smiled weakly as the princess beamed at the baby. 

“Molo, mncinane,” she murmured, gathering the small boy in a yellow woven blanket, “I’m your Aunt Shuri.”

Okoye craned her neck, watching closely as her sister carried him out of the water to the designated team of nurses and doctors ready to check him over. She winced as the smarting ache washed over her, despite her rush of joy. She felt the urge to push again, and it seemed her son’s twin was more than ready to join the world. 

“He will come easier; his brother has made the path clear.” Ixtli said, once again pressing on her abdomen. “Now push, child.”

Attuma sat them both up, and Nakia rejoined her, grasping her hand fiercely as her mother did the same on the opposite side, the three of them helping to support her body as she bore down yet again, and they re-entered the cyclical pattern of pushing and breathing. The singing resumed with her efforts, but the song was different this time. Through the haze, Okoye made out the words to a familiar chant from the River Tribe, sung in perfect harmony by the nurses and Namora. Even Attuma sang with them, his voice a gentle rumble against her back. Her eyes darted to Nakia, who grinned at her as they sang the steady, cadenced tune. 

Letting the song strengthen her, Okoye braced herself for the next wave.

She pushed.

And groaned.

 And pushed again.

A burning flash drew a harsh cry from her lips, and her second child entered the world, as quiet as his brother was loud. 

She held him to her chest, marveling at his scrunched face and soft cries. He was smaller than his brother but no less wriggly. 

Another son.

Perhaps Attuma was right, she thought with a tearful laugh. 

Her second son settled quickly, gazing back at her with Attuma’s dark, wide eyes. 

He was beautiful.

Like they did with their first, Okoye and Attuma cradled their secondborn son together. “Okoye… in yakunaj… two...” His voice was choked with emotion, but she understood perfectly what he meant.

They had children. 

Two children. 

Two sons.

She cooed down at him, welcoming him to the world in a hushed whisper as Ixtli wiped him down before gingerly passing her son to Namora. The Talokanil general wrapped her secondborn in a blue blanket Okoye’s mother had woven, whispering sweet words to him in Mayan. Okoye settled back against Attuma, watching as her friend carried her baby out of the water, passing him to the team of nurses and doctors waiting to ensure he was hale and healthy.

“Rest now. The next will not be so easy,” Ixtli said, drawing their attention back to her. “The youngest rarely is.” She shot a pointed look toward Namora, who scoffed from the medical bay, making Okoye laugh weakly. “Let your body work to expel the afterbirth while I consult the stars for your first two children. I will return when it is time.” She cupped Okoye’s cheeks, touching their foreheads together. “You have done well, Nacom Okoye. Chaac and Ix Chel have blessed you with the strength of a thousand warriors.”

She smiled tiredly and thanked her. The Talokanil midwife exited the pool, and Dr. Langeni followed, promising to bring an update on the children when she returned. 

Okoye looked at her mother. She was crying, tears of joy, Okoye presumed, and she blinked, a few tears slipping down her own cheeks. “Don’t cry, mama.”

She reached out a hand, and her mother took it, squeezing her fingers gently. “I can’t help it, emnandi. It’s not every day a woman becomes a grandmother; I should think I’m entitled to a few tears,” her mother sniped jokingly, and they shared a quiet laugh. She leaned forward to kiss Okoye’s cheek. “Oh, I’m so proud of you, intombi. You did wonderfully.” She kissed Attuma’s cheek as well. “You both did.” 

Okoye grinned, then winced slightly as her body continued laboring. The contractions were far milder than her earlier ones, and one of the Talokanil nurses rubbed her ankle in encouragement, speaking words she couldn’t understand. Attuma murmured the translated instructions and a steady stream of compliments between light kisses to her head and hair, and the afterbirth passed easily, requiring little effort on her part. 

She lay in the cradle of Attuma’s arms, glancing intermittently at the medical bay where her children rested. Okoye itched to hold them, to study their faces and catalog the pieces of her and Attuma in every feature. Nakia passed her a cup of ice chips, and she shot her sister a grateful smile, chewing them carefully between her contractions. She was slightly relieved for the short rest before their third child was born. She chose not to ask how Ixtli knew there would be time between the twins and their thirdborn or how she knew her children would be boys before their birth; the woman had forgotten more about childbirth than Okoye would likely ever know. 

Dr. Langeni returned and had a quick GRIOT-assisted conversation with one of the Talokanil nurses before wading over to Okoye. “Molo, umama, baba,” she said with a soft smile. “Everything is looking good; both boys are hale, healthy, and quite possibly the cutest newborns above or below the surface. You did very good,” the doctor chuckled with a wink. She pressed a button on her kimoyo beads, activating a holographic display of her womb. Her lips twisted in a frown, and she sighed. “It looks like Baby C is still transverse. Which means we have two options: we can attempt to maneuver them in hopes that they turn on their own, or we go in for a C-section now. Should they prove reticent despite the maneuvers,” she paused, arching a pointed brow at them, “we’ll have to go in surgically.”

Okoye narrowed her eyes at the implication but couldn’t argue. Be it a maternal or paternal trait, headstrong children were a given between her and Attuma, and she was already praying for the strength and patience to match wits with whichever aspects of herself would be reflected in her children.

“How long would we try the maneuvers for?” she asked, shifting against her beloved and placing a hand over the monitoring patch of her youngest.

Dr. Langeni turned to the displays outside the pool, studying the remaining monitor. “Should Baby’s heart rate remain within acceptable parameters and the placenta intact? We’ll say 20 minutes.”

Okoye nodded and glanced at Attuma, silently asking him to weigh in. 

He tilted his head, looking contemplative. “It is up to you, in K’iino’. I will be by your side no matter what you choose.”

Her heart fluttered, warmth flooding through her at his words, knowing he meant them wholly. She pressed her head into his chin and considered each option before taking a fortifying breath. “Let’s try the maneuvers.”

~~~

In the darkest hours of the morning, Okoye’s youngest child finally decided to cooperate with the efforts of the medical team. They’d guided the baby downward between her contractions, firm hands pushing hard through her abdomen. She grit her teeth through every attempt and nearly regretted her choice on a particularly hard press. The Talokanil surrounding her had resumed singing the euphoric analgesic of earlier, dulling the sharp pain, and Okoye groaned, breathing heavily. Attuma blew cool breaths along her head again, providing an anchor of solace in the sea of pain, but her relief proved temporary as her muscles tightened in a fierce contraction.

 Ixtli had returned shortly before they began; she and Dr. Langeni worked in tandem, the Wakandan doctor maneuvering the baby while the Talokanil midwife swam beneath her, singing a soft siren call to draw the child down. Ixtli resurfaced, a visible smile showing through her rebreather, and she proclaimed it was finally time to push. Okoye sighed gratefully, thanking the gods. Dr. Langeni gave her an encouraging smile and waded to the side of the pool with her mother, Nakia, and Ayo. Okoye slid forward, squatting low on the step below Attuma, her chest and head remaining above water. He slid his arms under hers, helping her to brace her elbows on his knees.

“One last battle, Nacom,” her iyom k’exelom said, giving her knees a reassuring squeeze, “Let us see what the dawn brings.”

The woman sank beneath the water, and Okoye sucked in a deep breath as she felt the next contraction roll into her. 

She pushed hard, biting back a scream, until Ixtli squeezed her calf, commanding her to stop. She leaned against Attuma, who spoke words of comfort and praise between blowing cool breaths of air on the crown of her head, each breath meant to hasten the delivery of their child. She rested for a moment before the Talokanil midwife’s head surfaced, coaxing her to push again, and they fell into a steady rhythm: Okoye pushed, Attuma blew, and Ixtli coaxed. 

Again and again, until she felt like she couldn’t anymore.

She sagged between Attuma’s legs, her head thrown back as tears ran down her face.

“Ko'ox, Bah’te. K'a'abéet a ba'ate'el! [Come on, Warrior. You must fight!]” Ixtli urged in a stern voice. “We’re nearing the end, Okoye; Yaantal a to'on jolkanil.”

Find your courage. 

Bast help her; Okoye didn’t know how much she had left.

She screwed her eyes shut before opening them to meet the deep umber of Attuma’s. They shone with love and pride, and he bent to kiss her forehead. “Ngakumbi kancinci [Just a little more], in yakunaj,” he whispered against her sweat-slicked skin. “Ungayenza. [You can do it.]”

 She looked into the eyes she loved beyond all measure and found her courage.

The next contraction ripped through her, and Okoye tucked her head into her chest and bore down, crying out at the searing flash of white-hot pain.

Ixtli dipped back into the water, coaxing her through a final round of pushing, their youngest child slipping free of her body as the sun broke over the horizon.

Okoye cried in relief, her body slumping from exhaustion, and Attuma hauled her into his arms. Ixtli emerged from the water, holding a small baby who began wailing seconds after tasting the air.

“A son?” she asked, a weak smile on her lips.

Ixtli grinned, a fierce, proud thing. 

“The Dawn has brought you a daughter,” she proclaimed, laying the baby on her chest.

Okoye clutched the small body, her daughter, to her, blinking in shock. Faintly, she heard the excited exclamations of her family, but her focus was solely on the tiny, wailing infant on her breast. She let out a shaky breath, staring at her daughter in awe.

She had a daughter.

Okoye held her close as she screamed, wondering how one so small could make so much noise. 

She put her brothers to shame. 

Okoye laughed as hot tears ran down her face, gently attempting to shush the squalling infant while Ixtli cleaned her. 

She was perfect.

Attuma laid a large hand on her back, nearly covering her entire body, humming the lullaby he sang throughout her pregnancy, and they marveled as she quieted almost immediately, her robust cries softening to hushed whimpers.

“K Eek'e' asab chichanen. [Our littlest star.]” Her beloved murmured, smoothing his finger over her furrowed brow.

Their youngest grizzled, nose crinkling.

“Welcome to the world, ntomba ethandekayo.”

Ixtli swaddled their daughter in a towel and placed her in Ayo’s arms, her sister-in-arms greeting the child warmly, wrapping her in the soft green blanket Okoye’s mother had woven for their third child. “Good morning, little one. Today is your birthday.”

She exited the water gracefully, speaking to the baby in full sentences, making Okoye chuckle despite her exhaustion. She watched through half-lidded eyes as the final team of nurses and doctors engulfed their baby girl. As their daughter was tended to, Attuma pressed long, tender kisses to her head, muttering an incomprehensible jumble of praise and thanks between each one. 

“Óoxtúul paalal [Three children], in yakunaj,” he said into her hair. “Ts'o'ok a taasik to'on óoxp'éel… [You have brought us three…]”

“Three stars,” Okoye replied softly. “Our own little sea."

~~~

They moved her from the water to a large bed once she passed the afterbirth, and she lay reclined against Attuma, clean, changed, and content. They talked quietly with her mother and Dr. Langeni about what to expect these next few days as they waited for Ixtli, the trio, and their godmothers. Okoye’s exhaustion was bone deep, but she wouldn’t sleep a wink until she had held each of her babies. Nakia slipped into the room, having ducked out earlier to retrieve the rest of their family. She led M’Baku, Yoltzin, and Aneka in, Junior still sleeping in the early morning hours. They stood at the end of the bed, smiles abounding.

Attuma’s mother came to their bedside, pressing her forehead against Okoye’s, then Attuma’s. “Ki'imak óolal, waal. [Congratulations, daughter],” Yoltzin said, grinning brightly. These weren’t her first grandchildren, but they were her eldest son’s, and she’d been giddy with joy the moment Attuma had informed her of Okoye’s pregnancy. She rounded the bed to stand beside Okoye’s mother, the new grandmothers embracing each other. 

“Three babies in one night! You truly are Wakanda’s greatest warrior,” M’Baku smiled proudly, gently squeezing her ankle through the bedding. “Where are the little shark pups?”

His question was answered by the sliding door, and Ixtli entered the room on quiet feet with Shuri, Namora, and Ayo trailing behind her. Each woman held a brightly swaddled bundle in their arms, and they formed a line by her right bedside. 

Shuri passed the baby in her arms to Ixtli, who unwrapped him slightly and placed him on the far right side of Okoye’s exposed chest. “This is your firstborn. A son who looked upon the stars as he entered the world, a war cry on his tongue. What name will you give to him?”

Okoye looked at her eldest son, whose eyes were closed as he slept peacefully, tiny brown fingers curling into her skin. The small yellow cap on his head hid most of his hair, but Okoye could see the gentle wisps that curled along his forehead. She lifted his small hand with her finger, an awed breath leaving her as he gripped it firmly. 

He looked like Attuma. 

Her beloved carefully traced the soft fuzzy hair of his son’s brow and answered Ixtli. “T’Khwezi Cadmael.”

The Star Chief.

Okoye heard Shuri and Yoltzin gasp quietly, and she glanced between her little sister and Attuma’s mother. Both women’s eyes were watery, and Okoye reached out, entangling her fingers with Shuri’s. She squeezed, providing a gentle reassurance, and nodded to Yoltzin. Neither T’Challa nor Cadmael would ever be forgotten; their spirits lived on through them. Shuri smiled tearfully, muttering a wet thanks before releasing her fingers, and Yoltzin hugged Attuma briefly. The princess slid from her place in line, crossing behind Namora and Ayo to stand with the rest of their family at the foot of the bed. 

“This is your secondborn. A son born beneath the Great Weaver, swift and sure of his path.” Ixtli lifted their son from Namora’s arms and placed him on the right side of Okoye’s chest. “What name will you give to him?”

Okoye gazed down at her son, watching him nuzzle into her skin. His skin was warm, and his body was heavier than she expected. He looked nearly identical to his brother; the deeper cleft of his chin was the only difference she could see between them. Like his siblings, their son had thin, dark lines along his collarbones, alluding to the presence of gills. Dr. Langeni had already confirmed that the organs were vestigial and had no function. Her children were blessed with the ability to respirate air through their lungs and water through their skin, much like the King of Talokan.

The first to be born between the land and sea, her children represented the cementing of the Wakandan/Talokanil alliance. The two nations were connected by blood, woven together by love. Her son required a name that fit their future. 

“Chii’kaan B’atz’,” Okoye said after a moment.

The Feathered Serpent Weaver.

Attuma cupped her face gently, looking deep into her eyes. “K’iino, are you certain?”

Her beloved knew there was no love lost between her and his king. It had taken time for her to tolerate his presence in Birnin Zana, never mind their home. Okoye hadn’t even called him K’uk’ulkan until she reached her second trimester of pregnancy. To honor him in this way was a step beyond, but in order for their nations to grow strong together, grace was necessary. She would never forget, and likely never forgive, but the past was immovable and unchangeable. They could only go forward.

“I’m sure” Okoye nodded. “We are bound by blood, my love. Our children are equal parts, Wakandan and Talokanil. We must honor both as we move forward.”

Attuma’s eyes melted with her declaration, and he kissed her forehead, her nose, then her lips softly. “Ndiyakuthandana, Okoye.”

Okoye smiled and returned his kiss, just as soft. “In yaakunech, Attuma.”

“The mother of your children is a wise woman, Nacom. K'a'abet a sutk'esiko'ob le ti' a watan,” Ixtli said with a sharp grin.

Okoye didn’t understand everything the iyom k’exelom said, but she did know watan. Wife.

She and Attuma shared a knowing smile.

We will be married when in K’iino’ is ready to have a husband again. That’s what he’d told her mother. 

She never thought she would have another husband, not after the bitter betrayal she’d faced. She hadn’t thought she could tie her soul to another man before Attuma. She hadn’t thought she could love someone so wholly, so thoroughly that she felt incomplete without them as she did with Attuma. He held her heart; married or not, their souls were irrevocably bound. 

“Tu k'iinili' [In time],” her beloved responded with a sly smirk.

Ixtli nodded and turned to Ayo, lifting their youngest from her arms. Like she’d done with the other two, the Talokanil midwife unwrapped the baby and laid her on Okoye’s chest, right between her brothers.

“This is your thirdborn. A daughter born at the dawn's breaking, ushering in victorious joy. What name will you give to her?”

Okoye craned her neck down to stare at the smallest of the three curled against her chest and felt her heart sing. She was their unexpected gift, a joyful surprise after the birth of two boys.

She looked at Attuma, who’d been so certain they would have three sons, they hadn’t bothered to discuss what they might name a girl. He looked just as baffled as she felt. Carefully considering Ixtli’s words, Okoye smiled down at her daughter, who grizzled and grunted even while she slept. 

“Ixazaluoh.”

Yoltzin’s water-distorted voice spoke from the other side of the bed, offering up the name. 

Attuma hummed and placed his hand on their daughter’s head. “It means ‘dawn,’” he explained lowly. 

Okoye echoed his hum. “Very fitting, Na’,” she grinned. “Ixazaluoh, then. Ixazaluoh Kenura. The dawn of our joy.”

Her beloved’s smile was wide and bright. “Perfect.” 

Attuma kissed her head, running gentle hands over each of their children. “They’re beautiful, in K’iino’.”

Staring down at them, Okoye couldn’t help but agree.

They would grow in time, surrounded by love and supported by their family. But for now, it was enough that they were here. 

Small and sleeping and theirs.

Beautiful, indeed.

A/N 3:

I tried not to be too graphic with the L&D, but she did have 3 babies naturally so... it wasn't ever gonna be short.

There's a fourth part to this somewhere in my brain... it might take a lil longer cuz I gotta work on that OT3 thing 👀👀

#attoye #attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma #okoye x attuma fanfiction #okoye #attuma #bpwf #fluffy fluff #floofy floof #the talokandan trio has arrived #attoye has babies #pilesofpillows #a sea of stars

[seraphimcollections]

stars aligned -> Namor/Deaf!reader

Chapter 1

Namor x Deaf!reader

Warnings: nothing too spicy, yet ;) but expect angst and some spicy moments later on. I will make sure to put disclaimers before every chapter.

Synopsis: OC is Wakandan and was born deaf. She is the sister of Nakia and works for the War-Dogs on a special mission which lands her on a certain ship in the middle of the Gulf.

Word count: 2.9k!

BOLD - signing

italic- Yucatec Mayan

ch.1. ch.2.

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She sat alone at the river’s edge, her face buried into her knees, hugging herself. School went worse today. Her older sister, Nakia, was too distracted with the other children of the class, leaving Thulile without her translator. Thulile tried desperately to participate in class, but it was no use, no one understood what she was trying to say. It was easier for them to laugh at the funny expressions and the way she moved her hands. Thulile was deaf from birth. 

Sniffling, Thulile frustratedly wiped away her tears as she sat in silence as she always did. Lifting her gaze, she stared out to the gentle current of the river. Thulile always returned here when she wanted to be alone. More often than not, she was alone. Everyone wanted to play with Nakia, and with their parents long gone and no other siblings, Thulile often herself alone. But it wasn’t so bad. Thulile returned to the river simply to watch the water. The river gave way to no one, and no one ever questioned it, but simply praised it for being the bringer of life. I wish I was water, Thulile wished. It was a silly wish. So until then, she would just dig her toes further into the dirt, soothing herself with the gentle vibrations of the river. 

2025 

The military ship floated in a sea of darkness, the light of the moon hidden by passing clouds over the atlantic. As expected in the middle of the ocean, everything was still. Thulile, dressed in a science coat in order to blend in with the rest of the American and French scientists who were helping in tandem to locate the lost vibranium. At first, Thulile thought it must have been a mistake. Wakandans prided themselves to be the sole source of vibranium, her culture was built off it. But evidence said otherwise. 

Swiping her clearance card, she entered the control room of the other scientists. She smiled a friendly smile as she sat down behind a computer, typing in her credentials. Thulile scanned the room, making sure no one was paying attention to her before pulling one of her kimoyo beads from her pocket and sticking it to the back of the monitor. Thulile’s senses went on alert, feeling the vibrations rising from the floor into her feet, alerting her to someone behind her. 

Thulile slapped a smile on her face while she looked over her shoulder to see the American scientists supervising the mission, Dr. Graham. Graham didn’t know a lick of sign, but Thulile was proficient in reading lips.

“Dr. Robynson, how are you?” Graham said. 

Thulile smiled under her alias before signing, “I am well. Everything going smoothly out on deck?” 

Graham shrugged, “we have two divers heading down to the vibranium triangulator. We’ll see what we find.” 

“From what the data reads, there could be a mountain of vibranium down below. You must be pleased,” Thulile signed. 

Graham nudged Thulile’s shoulder playfully, “I’ll believe it when I see it. Now, let’s get started.” 

Once Graham walked away to join the general, she let her smile slip as she refocused on the main screen in the front of the control room. The screen showed the live feed of the divers, both landing at the sea floor. Thulile kept a careful eye on Graham as she barked orders to the other scientists, telling them to check the divers' vitals. The divers were stable as they approached the vibranium triangulator through the pure darkness of the water. Thulile’s mission was to truly see if the Americans had crafted a machine that could locate vibranium or if this was all a hoax. Either way, she would send her results back to the Dora Milaje, hence, the kimoyo bead. 

Arms crossed, Thulile leaned forward in her seat, watching the screen carefully. She watched as the camera feed showed the divers approaching the machine, evident by the glowing lights shining through the darkness. Keeping tabs on the room, Thulile marked her exit, sealing her plan as soon as she had all that she needed. And her questions were answered, or so she thought. 

The lights on the triangulator suddenly went dim, leaving the sea floor dark once more. Thulile looked to the other scientists who were typing panickedly on their keyboards, trying to bring the machine back online. Thulile couldn’t hold back the smirk on her lips as she leaned back into her seat. She had found her answer,  the machine was a dud. Thulile rose to her feet, careful not to raise attention, taking the kimoyo from behind the monitor and placing it back into her bracelet. She tapped on the beads, ready to send the intelligence she gathered, but stopping when she felt the vibrations in the room begin to spike. 

Casting her eyes back up to the screen, she noticed the vitals for one of the divers had completely deadlined while the other began to rise higher and higher. The camera feed became shaky as it revealed the first diver’s tether, moving limply in the water. Thulile’s eyes widened in shock. The diver was completely gone. 

Leaning her hands on the desk, Thulile’s attention was fully on the screen as the second diver turned back to the triangulator. And for a brief moment, a second, Thulile thought she saw something poke its head around the machine. A pair of eyes, human-like, staring directly at the diver. Thulile felt her heart drop as soon at the feed cut to static. What was that, Thulile wracked her mind for answers but came up with nothing rational. Only that of a face staring at the camera from the darkness. 

The room was in a panic, many of the scientists racing out onto the deck to find more answers, Thulile following them, finding it best to slip away through all the panic. Thulile turned down one of the corridors, tapping on her beads wildly, trying to send her signal after months of going dark. Thulile froze, seeing one of the soldiers round the corner. She hadn’t sensed him, and now she knew for sure he seen her using her kimoyo beads. Her gaze hardened as she reached into her pocket to grab her small blade as the soldier approached her, coming closer and closer. Only to pass her completely. 

Thulile’s eyes widened in shock as she watched from the corner of her eye as the soldier disregarded her, heading to the open deck, his gaze blank. Rightfully confused, Thulile followed the man a few steps behind. She followed him to the edge of the ship where he stopped and stared into the pure blackness of the open sea. Thulile cocked her head to the side, slowly reaching out to the soldier. But she was too late. The man planted a foot on the railing, climbing over and letting himself fall overboard. Thulile’s eyes shot open as her mouth let out a silent scream. 

Thulile rushed to the railing, leaning over to see only the remaining bubbles of where the soldier dived in. Only then did Thulile truly see. All along the ship, men and women were diving into the inky depths in droves. Thulile felt her breathe quickening as she watched the horrifying sight. All of them held the same blank expression as they let the ocean claim them. Something was very, very wrong. Finally stepping away from the railing, Thulile knew she needed to send a distress signal and find a way off this cursed ship. 

Turning into a sprint, Thulile ran toward the helicopter pad located on the deck, simultaneously sending a distress signal through her kimoyo beads. Thulile ran across the deck, only to see the helicopter fighting to lift off. Thulile let out a wail as she tried her best to wave down the copter, obviously being flown by Dr. Graham and the general. But it seemed that the two of them had their own problems to deal with. Specifically the blue people with masks covering their mouths and noses who were attacking the copter with spears. Thulile stumbled to a stop, helplessly watching as her only way out flew away. 

‘Shit, shit, shit!’ Thulile cursed herself as she thought of her next plan. 

Before Thulile had time to concote some sort of plan, the helicopter began to spin out of control high in the sky. Thulile squinted in her eyes, watching as the helicopter spun round and round, trying to understand its malfunction. Thulile gasped, stumbling back a step after seeing the helicopter dive and crash into the dark waters at inhuman speed. 

There was no point in trying to control her quick breathes as the panic seeped into her body. Her eyes cast back up to the dark night sky, where she saw something that made her blood run cold. There, in the moonlight, stood a figure of a man. Stood, more like levitated. Thulile could feel someone, a group of possibly four or five, approaching her. Snapping out of her panicked thoughts, Thulile realized too late that she had been surrounded by the same mysterious blue people. 

They circled her like vultures, their spears adorned with sea glass and shells pointed directly to her. The blue human-like creatures had strange masks covering their mouths, noses and…gills? They were dressed in almost ceremonial clothes, made for esteemed warriors, adorned with gold, jade and feathers. For a second Thulile felt she had stumbled into a lost ancient civilization. But that would be absurd. 

Thulile’s gaze narrowed on the biggest brute, a man who stood two feet over her easily. He wore a similar mask to the others, but his armor was adorned with bones with the skull of a hammerhead adorning him like a crown. The man seemed to be saying something, not that Thulile could hear, or even begin to understand with his mask being in the way of his lips. 

Thulile watched the man carefully as she slowly moved her hands up to her hair. This didn’t seem to appease hammerhead man, Thulile noting how his posture became more aggressive. Thulile stopped with both her hands up before smirking and yanking out her innocent looking band holding her goddess locs back. Yes, it was innocent looking enough, but once she ripped it from her hair, it revealed it’s true dangerous form as a whip. Thulile would have to thank Shuri later for the perfect incognito weapon as she slashed the whip toward the warrior. Thulile was sure she had caught him by surprise but a bust of wind and blur in her sight would correct her. 

Thulile’s whip did in fact make contact but not with the target she hoped for. The end wrapped quickly around his gauntlet, shielding himself. Thulile’s eyes widened in shock at the specimen standing before her. This man was different from the others. For one, he had wings growing from his ankles, as well as not being blue but instead a warm bronze. He lowered his gauntlet, revealing his fiery gaze that spelled only one thing: bloodlust. 

Letting out a yelp when the man yanked the whip, sending her flying toward him. Thulile was quick to react, sliding underneath his legs on the deck. However, her attempt to slip past the man was futile as the hammerhead man caught her easily by the throat. He lifted Thulile off the deck as if she weighed nothing, her feet kicking helplessly as she gasped for air. Thulile grunted, clawing at the warrior’s arm as she glared down at him. From the corner of her eye she saw the mysterious winged man step around, his dark eyes watching Thulile carefully. 

The man unwound Thulile’s whip from his arm, examining it closely as it glowed an ominous purple from the-

“Vibranium,” the man said. 

Thulile’s fight left her body as the winged man looked at her with a smirk hiding dark intentions. 

“You are Wakandan, aren’t you?” Thulile read from his lips. 

Thulile’s brow furrowed, not liking the sudden turn of events. She clicked her tongue, swinging her feet up to dropkick the hammerhead man directly in his face, knocking the strange mask off, causing him to lose his grip. Thulile flipped back into a crouch, before launching herself toward the winged man. In a mere second they were face to face, Thulile’s small hands holding on tight to the hilt of the whip.  The man looked at her in a mix of shock and confusion and something else Thulile didn’t have the time to decipher. Pressing the hidden button on the hilt, a burst of kinetic energy erupted from the whip and threw off anyone within a few feet. 

Thulile looked around frantically before taking her window to run. She dashed and jumped over the warriors who tried to grab her from the ground. She felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest as she sprinted up the stairs. Thulile didn’t have much of a plan, not even having a clue where this enigmatic group had even snuck up on a military grade crew. Her only hope was getting to the lifeboats and getting off this cursed ship. 

Thulile let out a gasp before ducking down, her peripheral saving her by mere milliseconds as the winged man came from left, albeit 50 feet above the freezing water. Thulile felt her heart jump, feeling the sharp vibrations under her feet as the man sunk his fist arm deep into the metal wall. For a moment she could get a good look at the strange man, the wings on his feet fluttering and keeping him afloat. He glared at her, his gaze ruthless. 

Thulile grunted, thrusting herself back onto her feet before taking off down the walkway. Looking over her shoulder, she could see that the man hadn’t moved from his position, only watching as Thulile gained ground. Thulile wasn’t stupid. She was obviously outnumbered, though the winged man could easily dispatch her on his own. And she was quickly running out of ship. 

Thulile cursed before tapping on her kimoyo beads feverishly. Finally reached the rear of the ship which opened into another empty helicopter landing pad. Thulile ran across it before coming to an abrupt stop over the edge, stumbling a bit as she looked down at the dark waters. Thulile shook her head as she continued to tap into her kimoyo beads until they glowed in pattern. The distress signal had been sent. Thulile let out an exasperated sigh, knowing that was all she could do. Sensing a presence behind her, Thulile turned and glared at the winged man. 

The man smirked, taking slow steps toward Thulile. 

“It was inevitable, land-dweller,” he said. “Submit and perhaps I will give you time to pray to whatever gods you believe in.” 

Thulile stood her ground, refusing to cower even though she very well was staring down death. The man kept stepping toward Thulile, his aura alone could make Thulile shrivel up which she tried her best to not show. The man tilted his head, looking Thulile up and down. 

“You know, usually when a mortal is faced with certain death, they plead for their lives,” the man with a smirk. “But you, you haven’t spoken a word. I don’t know if you are trying to be brave or stupid.”

Thulile felt her blood begin to boil as she shifted her feet, preparing to defend whatever onslaught the human-like man  had in store for her. But it would all be for nothing, because in a blink of an eye, the man was mere inches away from her face, staring deep into her dark eyes. The man bundled her shirt in his fist, forcing her back over the edge but never releasing her. Thulile gritted her teeth, her toes desperately shuffling over the edge in any attempt to regain balance. Thulile grabbed the man’s necklace, holding on for dear life. 

As much as Thulile wanted dearly to think of anywhere else, of home, of Nakia, her mind was completely blank as she stared into the cryptic man’s dark gaze. Thulile’s throat went dry as the man pulled her roughly to his bare and rippled chest. Thulile could only stare at his crooked lips as spoke: 

“I suggest you hold your breath.” 

Thulile’s eyes shot wide open, feeling the man push her hard enough for her grip on his necklace to falter and let her fall off the edge. She opened her mouth in a silent scream and gravity pulled her into the black depths. Her body immediately went into shock at the coldness of the water along with the strong whiplash from the impact. Thulile felt herself sinking further and further, trying desperately to kick her frigid limbs to get to the surface. 

She kicked her legs frantically, still seeing the floodlights from the ship, giving her a smidge of hope. Only for this hope to be dashed when she felt something wrap around her ankle. Thulile looked down to see one of the many blue warriors pulling her down deeper. It was a woman this time, adorned with the sails of a tiger fish. She was more than an adept swimmer, dragging Thulile down further with ease no matter how much Thulile flailed. 

Exhaustion began to seep into Thulile’s bones as her lungs burned. Thulile couldn’t hold in her breath any longer, escaping from her lips and into bubbles that rose into the surface, the light fading more and more until Thulile lost consciousness.

#namor #kukulkan #blackpanther #wakandaforever #marvel #wakanda #namorxreader #deaf!reader #talokan #shuri #ramonda #nakia

[royallyprincesslilly]

You are an impeccable writer!!! I was reading the Late fic and got to ch 12 and has to ask, did you intentionally add that nakia gave a look of malice after her comic book character ,who turns into the character malice? Because if so 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

🥺🥺 thank you so much for the compliment anon.💕

I am impressed and so happy that you picked that up! I did!

Thank you for checking out "Late", it is and will always be my baby on here.🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

#ask lee #lee answers

[vague-humanoid]

[userpeggycarter]

T’CHALLA + STEVE listening to advice of spies (and girlfriends).

#marveledit #nakiaedit #peggycarteredit #tchallaedit #steverogersedit #mcufam #dailyteamcap #womenofmcu #marvelladiesdaily #peggy carter #nakia #t'challa #steve rogers #marvel #mcu #* #ch: steve rogers #ch: nakia #ch: t'challa #ch: peggy carter

[midrashic]

the ideological tension if there had been romance between nakia & killmonger

#hey t'challa the girl you're in love with thinks your american cousin is right about wakandan isolationism!!!! how does that feel #truly i think my biggest gripe with black panther is that t'challa doubts his strength as a ruler but not his convinctions as one #and i think this would have done a LOT of work in that respect!!!!! #fandom: and there came a day unlike any other #ch: king of the future #ch: a wakanda as good as its promise #ch: nakia #filed under: nota bene #midrashic: meta

[undauntic]

@shotbitch​​ || tension: a symbol meme || accepting!

🎀 : your muse brushes my muse’s hair . // nakia

“You know when I was little?”

“My umakhulu would brush my hair when I was upset. Or couldn’t sleep. Maybe I can do the same for you now? Sit, sit.” She encourages the other woman with a wave to Beverly’s bed. She has been through enough in her life. Confessions told over a cup of tea inside a small coffee shop upon a chance meeting where Nakia noticed her now friend was nervously bobbing a foot and looking quite the wound up ball of nerves have now lead them to this day. Where she is free of her past but the ghosts of it still haunt her.

It’s those nights where she reaches out..

And Nakia always does her best to answer. Fingers curl around the edge of a brush snatched up from Beverly’s vanity. She comes in close and bends a knee sitting with the other leg hanging off the edge of the bed while she bids her with a lift of her chin towards the wall to turn her back to her. The brush moves through ginger hair with an endearing gentility that she learned from a woman who was her world at one point in time.

“What is it? What’s on your mind? Or would you rather talk about the weather? This is my giving you an out if you would like to take it.” Her tone is soft, understanding. She knows not everyone wants to open up about their problems. By first hand experience with her stubborn self and the stubbornness of those closest to her.

#chapter six: you can't let your father's mistakes define who you are (nakia) #ch: nakia #featuring: beverly marsh (shotbitch) #shotbitch #tyvm bb!

[skywalkersleia]

It was my duty to fight for what I love.

#nakia #marveledit #mcuedit #nakiaedit #blackpantheredit #black panther #lupita nyong'o #marvel #** #mine:gifs #ch: nakia #film: black panther #u: marvel

[coredrill]

they really got bruno in those ms. marvel set photos but not nakia 😐

#WHEN will nakia get the respect she deserves #apparently never if this + the latest issue of magnificent ms. marvel is any indication #it does look like kamala has her bangles on though which is good #f: marvel #marvel: tv #tv: ms. marvel #marvel: mcu #ch: nakia bahadir #ch: bruno carrelli #t.txt

[sifshoney-notactive]

Top 10 favorite characters

I was tagged by @ceridwenofwales , thank you so much hun!!!

tagging: @goldentailedmermaids @pokeasleepingsmaug @italiangirlwithanenglishheart @luneaurose @imagine-valhalla @therealcalicali @purple-chocolate and whoever wants to join bc I don't have ten people to tag u.u

Rules: List 10 of your favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people.

Princess Gisla of Frankia (Vikings)

Brida (The Last Kingdom)

Bonnie Bennett/McCullough (TVD)

Swanhild Eynsteinsdottir (The Half Drowned King)

Monse (On My Block)

Aslaug Sigurdsdottir (The saga of Ragnar Lothbrok)

Max (Black Sails)

Etain (Centurion)

Nakia (Black Panther)

Ragneda of Polotsk (VIKINGS)

+ Bonus;

The Witch (King Arthur and the legend of the sword)

(NOT IN ORDER OF APPRECIATION BC THERE IS NO ORDER, I LOVE THEM ALL DEARLY)

#princess gisla #nakia #max #monse finnie #ragneda of polotsk #bonnie bennett #bonnie mccullough #swanhild eynsteinsdottir #the witch #etain #etain centurion #aslaugsigurdsdottir #brida #vikings #viking women #black panther #witches #female characters #female ch meme #on my block

[talokanda-forever]

A heartfelt thank you for what Black Panther DIDN’T say.*

A special thank you to everyone who played a part in ensuring that the women of Black Panther were never referred to as b**ches. I’m from the “don’t-call-me-out-my-name” generation where if you called a sister that, she would be ready to throw down. I absolutely HATE how that word has become synonymous with “woman,” and “female.” Granted, there may be an instance of its use on the cutting room floor and the exclusion may have simply been a function of editing. Still, I’m just grateful the version the filmmakers shared with the world didn’t undercut its positive portrayal of women by unnecessarily or uncreatively including a term that only serves to denigrate and minimize. For me, it’s a key part of why this film’s celebration and appreciation of black women, in particular, felt so sincere. And a special shout out to this young lady from the Tonight Show clip where Chadwick surprises his fans, who so eloquently pointed out that the women of Black Panther, “… weren’t strong because they were angry. They weren’t strong because they were hurt. They were strong because they were strong.” Well said and amen!!

* Lord, I hope nobody actually said it in the movie, because quite honestly, Chadwick had me super distracted.

#black panther #Lord i hope no one actually said b**ch in the movie #cuz chadwick had me distracted #the women of black panther #Danai Gurira #lupita nyong'o #Letitia Wright #Angela Bassett #Okoye #nakia #Shuri #ramonda #chadwick boseman surprises fans

[pilesofpillows]

Stars Aglow Ch. 2 || Okoye x Attuma

A Sea of Stars ~ Part 3 of 3

Ch. 1

Summary: It's time! Okoye is in labor, and everyone gets a lil panicky.

Warnings: Fluff, Family Feels, Pregnancy, Childbirth

Tags: @theeblackmedusa @theemfingmenace @xenokattz @tvreadsandsleep @mickimomo @xblackreader @ariyannah @iccedays @karimk2 @mamajankyy @dontruinmymorning @formyloveoflove @princess-of-gondor

A/N: Remember how I said we would meet the babies in this chapter? Yeah... I was wrong. 😅 Technically (!) its not my fault. The muse was musing and I had to flow with her. I also didn't want to drop a beastly 6k word chapter on y'all.

Anywho!! Babies for abso-frickin-lutely in Part 3, I pinky swear.

It started slowly.

She didn't even notice at first.

Small twinges in her back and side were ignored. Light cramps left her winded momentarily, but they were a near-daily occurrence, so she pushed through. Pain and discomfort were old friends. 

Then, she, Nakia, and Junior were having lunch at an old favorite when a longer cramp hit, making her wince visibly. 

"Sisi? " Nakia froze and put her fork down, quiet concern in her voice. 

Okoye's fork hovered over her plate of cassava ravioli, and she braced one hand on her stomach. "I'm fine," she held up a finger to stop her sister's protests, "The children are just active today."

Nakia looked disbelieving but didn't push. They finished their meal and wrapped up to pay when she was struck with another cramp. She breathed through it silently, not wanting to draw attention to herself. As the trio made their way back to Okoye's house, she felt a third cramp. The fourth and fifth came after parking Toussaint in front of the television and heading to the nursery to fold and coo over baby clothing. They were short, a little over 30 seconds, but they were steady and consistent, one coming every half hour. 

She glanced at the elaborate sun-shaped clock on the nursery wall, a gift from Attuma's brother, silently counting how long she'd been having contractions.

"Four hours," Nakia said, answering her unvoiced question. 

Okoye's eyes snapped to hers, and she swallowed thickly. "When did you start counting?"

"You had one just before Attuma left this morning. And one more shortly before we headed to the Square. I wasn't certain until we were seated for lunch."

Okoye stared blankly for a moment, setting down the stack of infant-sized tee shirts in her hands. Her mind raced as she realized what this all meant. 

She needed to call Attuma. 

"Sisi? Ulungile? [Are you okay?]" Nakia's voice was a distant thing. 

Another glance at the clock told her he would be home in less than an hour. She could wait until then. There was time; Dr. Langeni told them she could be in labor for 48 hours. But then again, they didn't know how quickly things would move, especially considering her children could be enhanced. They were the first to be born between the surface and the sea. And despite the gambit of tests that had been run on her, Attuma, and the babies, there were more than a few unknowns. Her heart began to race as the next contraction hit, the sixth since lunch. This one came a little faster than the last and lasted longer than the others. 

She needed to call her mother. 

"Okoye." Nakia was standing in front of her, hands gripping hers. "Listen to me, usisi. I need you to breathe."

She exhaled slowly and felt her eyes watering. 

She wanted Attuma.

"Can you-," she started. Her voice was a choked whisper as she fought back the tears that would most assuredly prove useless and tried again. "I need-," The words were stuck in her throat. Her breathing was rapid and uneven, and her eyes burned. 

Panic serves no one. Ramonda's voice was clear and crisp, resonating in her mind. A reminder from the early days of her Dora training, one that had served her well from War Dog extractions to alien battlefields. She clung to it ruthlessly, letting the Queen's voice anchor her drifting thoughts. 

Fear is acceptable; falling apart is not. She would not fall apart. 

Closing her eyes, Okoye took a deep breath. She held it for four seconds and exhaled for six. Again, in for four, out for six. Nakia realized what she was doing and went silent, breathing in tandem. A few more cycles, and she felt her heart slow and her mind calm. 

Find your strength and conquer your fears. Fear was acceptable and conquerable, and she would conquer hers.

Okoye opened her eyes to see the familiar brown she'd known since childhood. Nakia was here, steady as the river of her home. Her sister nodded with a small smile and helped her into the rocking recliner in the corner of the room.

She squatted in front of her. "Tell me what you want, 'Koye," Nakia said, squeezing her fingers. "Should I call Attuma? Or would you like me to activate the protocol? I know it's early, but we can go in now; everyone is ready."

Okoye considered her options. Activating the protocol would only incite panic; she'd only agreed to it in case of emergencies, and this was not emergent. Calling Attuma would also be futile. He would be home soon, and they could head to the palace then.

"Call Mama," she told Nakia quietly. "Attuma will be home in less than an hour, and we'll all go together."

Nakia didn't hesitate. "Okay."

When Attuma entered their home 43 minutes later, he froze, momentarily caught off guard by the extra bodies in their house. Afternoons were typically reserved for the two of them; their walk, nap, and hammock time were practically ritual, and while deviations occurred, they were rare and communicated ahead of time. He dried himself off and stored his armor. He passed by Toussaint, placing an affectionate hand on his head. Their nephew barely moved, thoroughly engrossed in whatever was playing on the holographic screen before him as he intensely colored a map of Wakanda. Attuma leaned over her quickly to greet her mother, who stood behind their sofa, pecking her on the cheek and muttering a polite, if confused hello. He glanced down, watching her mother as she wove her braids together to keep them out of her face while she labored. Okoye wondered if he would notice the reason for their presence before she told him.

Her beloved watched for a few more moments before dropping to a knee in front of her and cupping her face, kissing her gently. "In K'iino'." Her easy smile was rewarded with another kiss before he moved his hands down to her belly. "In eek'o'obo'. [My stars.]" he murmured, placing three kisses across her bump and smiling proudly when he felt his children respond, pushing back on his palms. 

Okoye marveled at the peace that stole over her at the familiar greeting. Her mother's arrival had helped settle some of her nerves, but her heart had ached for him. And now, here he was, smiling up at her with unmatched adoration and devotion. 

She wanted him forever. 

"Welcome home, sithandwa sam," she smiled, running her fingers through his hair and cupping his cheek. His eyes were the loveliest shade of brown she'd ever seen, and they shone with love so deep, she thought she'd drown. Her thumb found the scar from their first encounter, her scar, and she traced it gently, utterly enraptured by him. 

Okoye's mother cleared her throat, breaking their reverie, and announced that her work was done. Attuma's eyes darted up, and he smiled at the woman before grasping Okoye's hand and kissing the center of her palm sweetly as he stood. He moved to sit with her on the sofa, and she let out a quiet hiss, another contraction hitting her sharply. 

Attuma's reaction was immediate. He dropped back down to his knees, cradling her face and belly with wide, panicked eyes. "In yakunaj? Ma'alobech? [Are you well?]"

As the contraction passed, she let out a low hum and smiled wanly at him. "I was going to wait until after you took a shower, but I suppose now is as good a time as any." She covered his hand with her own. "It seems your stars are finally ready to make an appearance." 

Okoye watched him process her words, fighting back a snort, and failed to stifle her amusement as his eyes widened, darting between her face and belly. 

"Truly? Is it-? Are you-?"

"Yes, sithandwa, my labor has begun," she confirmed with a smile.

"Then we must go to the Citadel. Immediately!" Attuma urged, his words tumbling out in a rush. He looked beyond Okoye to her mother. "Mama, would you activate the protocol and take Chan Báalam ? I will carry our bags and in K'iino . Where is Nakia? Are we taking the transport? Of course not, it is not safe. Can you call Nacom Ayo or perhaps Ixjaw Shuri? One of them could fly a hovercraft here. We must-"

Okoye grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him, silencing his panicked rambling. She released his lips slowly, drawing back."Breathe, Attuma." 

He blinked, letting out a deep breath, and she slid her hands to the nape of his neck, massaging the base of his skull. "Nakia went to collect her and Junior's things; she will return soon. Mama is going to call Ayo while you shower, and when you're done, you can carry me and the bags wherever we need to go."

"The protocol-"

"-can be activated from anywhere on the surface or below. It will certainly work aboard the hovercraft."

His brow was creased, dark eyes staring up at her, worry bleeding into his tone as he pleaded, " In K'iino' ..."

Bast help her if their children ever fixed her with the same pitiful look on her beloved's face. 

"In Xook … I promise you; no harm will come to me or our children if you take 30 minutes to wash the day away. I will be right here when you return," she assured him.

Attuma looked intensely torn, his face downturned in a frown. He sighed deeply and kissed her once more before rising to his feet. 

"I will return in 15 minutes. I don't wish to delay any longer," he said and strode quickly out of the room.

Okoye watched him leave, shaking her head lightly. She held back her chuckles until she locked eyes with her mother. They stared at each other for a moment before bursting into peals of laughter, drawing Toussaint's attention from his place on the floor. 

"What's so funny, umakhulu?" he asked, removing his headphones and drawing himself to his knees. 

Okoye's laughter intensified at his question, and it fell to her mother to answer him. Her mother pressed her lips together, trying to contain her amusement as their laughs faded into snickers, and she wiped a tear from her eye as she sat down beside Okoye. "Just your uncle, umfana omnandi [sweet boy]. Your umakazi loves a very dramatic man."

T'Challa looked utterly confused by the statement. "What's dramatic?"

Okoye's laughter rang throughout the house once more.

~~~

They left their home 27 minutes later. 

Nakia returned with her bags and Aneka as Attuma emerged from their bedroom. Aneka informed them that her wife was five minutes out, and Okoye rolled her eyes at the absurdity of using the royal hovercraft to go from her house to the palace. She attempted to get up from the sofa to collect her things but was immediately stopped by every adult in the room. A trio of stern gazes and one worried look from Aneka made her stay put, breathing carefully through another contraction as her family gathered everything on the detailed checklists her mother had made nearly two months ago. 

Aneka assisted Toussaint with packing up his things, and he petitioned her to hang his brightly colored map on Okoye's refrigerator. Her sister-in-arms took the picture after a nod from Okoye and strode over to do as he asked. Her nephew settled himself between her legs, taking it upon himself to have one more conversation with the babies before they were born, instructing them to be good and to come quick because he was excited to meet them and play. She kissed his head sweetly, explaining that the babies would not be ready to play for a long while once they were born. 

T'Challa nodded sagely. “That’s okay, umakazi.” He leaned down, cupping his mouth as if telling a secret. "When I am six," he attempted to whisper to her belly, "I will teach you all Go Fish."

Okoye giggled into her fist, then bit down, her amusement turning to a hushed groan as a contraction struck fiercely. Attuma's head snapped toward her, having heard the muted sound of pain, and she held up a hand, assuring him she was alright. As the cramping sensation passed, the quiet whoosh of the hovercraft landing announced Ayo's arrival, and they filed out to the ship, Attuma carrying her into the Royal Talon Fighter as promised. 

As they landed in the palace courtyard, Toussaint hugged her and Attuma goodbye. He would be staying with M’Baku for the duration of her labor, and Nakia squeezed her hand, saying she would meet them in the Amnio after dropping him off. Ayo and Aneka parted ways with them once they entered the palace, the General heading off to change out of her uniform into something more suitable for supporting one of her oldest friends while she birthed new lives. 

Shuri and Dr. Langeni met them at the elevator bay, the princess chewing on her lower lip nervously while her obstetrician greeted them with a wide smile and asked about her early labor. Okoye filled her in on the duration and length between her contractions elevator ride, ignoring Attuma's pointed stare as she informed her that she'd likely been having contractions since the late morning. Dr. Langeni let out a huff of laughter and assured them that she'd had more than a few mothers who mistook early labor signs as day-to-day pregnancy discomforts. 

"Ixtli and her team are already getting set up in the Amnio, and the other half of our team is on standby, ready to jump in when we need them. Let's get you set up, and once we get a better idea of how far along you are and how the babies are doing, we can talk about what to expect. Sound good?"

"Sounds good," Okoye said, glancing up at Attuma, who nodded once. 

The older woman gave her a wide, reassuring smile. "Good! Then let's go have some babies."

~~~

Several hours and too many contractions later, she and Attuma were on their third lap of the Royal Gardens, trying to move things along. Her contractions were getting longer and closer together, but her water had yet to break, so things were stalled for the moment. 

“Have you given any more thought to names?” Attuma asked her as they passed by the sweet-smelling peonies.

Okoye blew out a breath; names were a topic they’d stalled on many times. They both knew names were burdensome things, and she wanted to see her children’s eyes before giving them a name that might not fit. Attuma had agreed with her, but now it seemed something had changed. She looked at him, studying the set of his jaw in the soft moonlight. “Have you?”

He was silent for a moment, looking to the stars before answering her. “I know we agreed to wait and know our children before we have them names, and I still wish this.” He gazed back down at her with pleading eyes. “I also wish to name one of our sons after my father. He was an honorable war chief with a courageous spirit.”

“So confident in your assertions that we will have sons, krebe,” Okoye said through grit teeth, tightening her grip on his hand as a long contraction rippled through her. Attuma paused their walking and braced a hand on her back, silently supporting her as she continued their conversation as though nothing was happening. “What will you do if we have a daughter?”

“Pray to Bast, Chaac, and perhaps Hanuman as well that she is not nearly as lethal or stubborn as her mother,” he quipped back.

She shot him an unimpressed glare and pressed on with their walk after the pain passed, meandering through the proteas. Okoye quietly considered his request, already knowing her answer. She recalled the story of Attuma’s father sacrificing himself to protect Talokan when her beloved was just a boy and how his loss shaped the man he was now. 

Okoye hummed and ran her thumb over Attuma’s knuckles, voicing her approval. “Cadmael is a strong name, my love.”

“May Chaac & Bast help him to live up to it,” he replied, squeezing her hand.

Okoye squeezed back. “If he has even a tenth of your courage, I know for certain he will.” 

Attuma’s smile was brighter than the stars, and he kissed her tenderly, murmuring his thanks against her mouth. Their lips parted, and she smiled as he pressed another kiss to her forehead. They continued down the path, coming to the marble and vibranium fountain in the garden’s center, and Attuma stopped to grab a drink of water. 

“Well, at least one of our children has a name,” she chuckled before sobering, staring at the panthers wrought from Bast’s gift, remembering simpler days when she, T’Challa, and Nakia would play in the wide basin. They’d splash each other until they were drenched, then lay under the sun on the warm cobblestones to dry off. The pang of his loss resonated in her heart.

“I think… I would like to honor T’Challa.” Her voice wavered. “I know Toussaint carries his name, but I want to give our children a piece of him as well.”

Attuma pulled her into his arms, holding her as close as he could, resting on the ledge of the fountain’s basin. She tucked her head under his chin, letting the rumble of his voice soothe her. “I know he was more than a king to you, in yakunaj. Your brother was an honorable man, a noble one. I believe that whatever piece you choose to impart on our child will honor him and our son.”

A gentle breeze blew over them, and somehow, Okoye knew it was T’Challa. Accepting the blessing for what it was, she shut her eyes tightly, letting the bittersweet tears spill down her cheeks. Attuma stood as a silent sentry to her grief, allowing her the space to mourn without judgment. T’Challa’s body was gone, but his spirit remained, and she clung to it. Okoye took a deep breath and opened her eyes. 

She stepped back slightly and glanced at the stars, resting her hand on her lower belly. “Perhaps,” she started, “if we have another son, we might name him T’Khwezi.”

Attuma cupped the back of her neck and brought their foreheads together, placing his hand over hers. “A king of stars,” he whispered. “It is fitting, in K’iino’.”

Okoye laughed wetly. “That it is, ukrebe wam.”

His hand slid around her waist, resting on the curve of her back, and they lingered there for a moment longer. A strong contraction broke them out of their reverie, and she leaned into Attuma’s hold, bracing her hands on his shoulders. Okoye clenched her jaw as she felt the ripple of pain in her back. Attuma began singing a quiet tune he used to soothe sore muscles and aches, and she sighed at the small amount of relief it brought. Okoye straightened slowly as the cramping faded into a dull ache and shifted her stance. 

“Back inside?” Attuma’s question was more of a gentle suggestion, and she nodded. He stood to his full height, and they began their slow stroll back into the Citadel.

As they rounded the corner past the bush lilies, Okoye stopped suddenly, gasping as the sudden rush of wet between her legs alerted them to her water breaking. Her face heated in embarrassment, but the fierce tightening in her abdomen pushed any thoughts of humiliation from her mind, and she groaned.

“I think,” Okoye said, breathing heavily, “it may be time to get in the pool.”

Attuma’s eyes were filled with trepidation and concern as he waited for the contraction to pass. He made to pick her up, silently asking for permission, and she nodded curtly, wrapping an arm around his neck as he scooped her into his arms and carried her back into the palace.

A/N 2:

Nakia notices all things. It's why she's a really great spy.

Panicky Attuma fit the bill; argue with a wall.

You can pry adorable, no concept of time having Junior from my cold dead hands.

Yes, T'Khwezi is an entirely made-up name (thank you to @theemfingmenace) Khewzi means star in Xhosa and the T' prefix is a tribute to our fallen king (RIP CB 💕)

Ch. 3

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Hi. I was hoping you can help me refind a particular fic, so, the most recent thing I remembered was...Peter, Tony and some other Avengers when to help t'challa in wakanda fight some rebels. They got ambushed by the rebels, Peter gets lost and Tony losses his shit, especially since he was kinda mean to Peter before. They eventually find Peter, after he saves nakia from the rebels and puts a tracker on the rebel leader. Idk, trying to find back this fic has been bugging me #helpme

Found it! This is actually on ff.net, so i hope it’s the right one!

Spider-long, Spider-boy, Spider-man by Justmespidey

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12099270/1/Spider-ling-Spider-Boy-Spider-Man

(This is a series of one shots, and the story line you’re looking for starts at chapter 12!)

#fic find #mod nat

[lady-olive-oil]

Brown Sugah Baby: Ch. 8

Note: Hey ya’ll its ya girl Livvy here, with another installment of Brown Sugah Baby! This is just a filler chapter, not really that important but it kinda is because it leads to the mess of chapter 9. You don’t have to read it but it’s greatly appreciated!!! If ya wanna be tagged let me know!

Warnings: none, expect hinting of dirty acts

Word count: 1.5K

Taglist: @maddiestundentwritergaines || @doublesidedscoobysnacks || @destinio1 || @designerwriterchic

The morning after only meant one thing for Nefe and M’Baku. They had to head back to campus but they didn’t want to get up. He was so warm to her and she was just like he imagined. Her skin was smooth like chocolate; her curves were dangerous, her smile was to die for and her whole personality was alluring.

M’Baku was everything and more that Nefe needed. He was ambitious; his voice could stop a crowd in their tracks, his demeanor was commanding, his body was magnificent and his whole being was just comforting. These two were meant for each other and no one could tear them apart.

“My queen. We have to get up.” He whispered in her ear, causing her body to hum in need. Nefe couldn’t fathom how he would do so little, to make her body feel warm. Cranking one eye open, she glanced up at him softly with a sleepy smile.

“Mmm. My king.” She hummed in bliss, turning over in heavy duvet that hid part of of ample breasts as she sat up to kiss him lightly.

“Do we have to leave New Orleans? We could just stay here and not go back to Shreveport. No school...no classes...no Melanie...no Sean..” the way she spoke, upon placing kisses all on his face, caused him to smile happily.

“Yes we do. Our friends are waiting for us to be back. Besides we have the rest of the week to, consummate the relationship.” The kiss he gave her was breathtaking, it shook her very core. Awakening her inner lioness to pounce on him.

“We’ll arrive late if you keep this up, my love. We’ll miss the pep rally.”

“Ugh fine.” Getting up from her spot, she sashayed to the bathroom to get ready.

“I love you!”

“I know!”

-Back at the school-

The drive back seemed to drag on but the vibe stayed the same, as it did when they arrived.

Upon unloading the car, Nefe was notified by the girls about a sleepover in her dorm. A major redo of the previous weekend.

“Looks like the girls want to catch up with me.” Nefe replies with a swiftness, M’Baku smirked.

“Funny. The boys want me to meet them at the quad, for guys night.” Once he showed the text, she knew what both groups had planned.

“They want us to talk about our trip. Creative bastards. Well love, I’ll see you in the morning.” Placing a kiss on his sweet lips, he held her close and it caused her to giggle.

“You’re so tempting, it’s intoxicating. But we have to meet them or they’ll chew us both out.” He proclaimed and she groaned in frustration.

“Alright, alright. Well, I’ll see you in the morning.”

-moments later: Nefe’s POV-

“You mean to tell me, you went all the way with M’Baku and you managed to get up?” Nakia couldn’t believe it. My whole girl gang, couldn’t fathom that I actually got to spend time with M’Baku, without Melanie messing it up.

“Girl it was everything. The rhythm; the vibes, the jazz, the food, his body on mine. Mine on his. Just pure poetry in motion.” I couldn’t describe it any other way. He really was an amazing man and I enjoyed the weekend we spent together.

“He put it down huh? Damn I knew you needed it and deserved every minute of it.” With the clink of our glasses, Okoye gave me a short wink.

“So when’s the wedding?” Nattie Joked a bit, causing a light chuckle to escape from my full lips. I chucked a pillow at her before going to my vanity.

It was getting late and I was needing to get ready for bed. My phone had been vibrating for a good minuet till I answered it.

‘College weekend and prank week is coming soon. Guess who's coming to visit?!’ Love the siblings!’ I received a text from the group chat we formed before I had left for school. Keeping in touch with them was what we had made sure to do first and foremost.

“Holy shit, It is college visit weekend. Plus prank week, oh I can use my siblings for this.” A sinister grin grew on my face at an evil plot forming in my head.

“Uh oh. She’s got that vindictive gleam in her eye. Something's up.” Nattie chimes in with a curious smile.

“Something is afoot, ladies. My siblings are doing a college visit this week, along with the prank of the semester before spring break. Wanna help?” I grabbed my five star notebook and my best mechanical pencil.

“Prank week you say? Oh this outta be good. I know just the targets.” This time Okoye has a sinister look on her face. This was going to be good.

-M’Baku’s POV-

“My dude. How was the trip? We know it was good because the curves on Nefe-” Erik was about to go on a tangent, full of Hennessy in his system, till I gave him that look for him to stop while he was ahead.

“I’ll tell you, if you keep your mouth shut”

“Deal.” Erik day next to T’Challa who’s just got done texting Nattie.

“I heard y’all had more fun than you originally planned” T’Challa chimed in, taking a taking out of his burger.

Settling down with the boys, I had to think back to the nights Nefe and I didn’t even wanna leave the room. It felt like it was our honeymoon. If only we can get to that part, because I can’t see myself being with anyone else but Nefe.

“Man, it was great. Just, everything I expected to come out of the trip. We talked all night, did what grown folks do and it just made my year to finally get some time with her.” Many men wouldn’t express their feelings like this, but Nefertiti makes me feel different and free. Great Hanuman I am in love with this woman.

“I’d say you’re in love bro, welcome to the club.” With an encouraging shoulder tap from Erik, I gave him a gentle smile and nodded in triumph.

“The great gorilla has found his Queen after all. Or has she been there this whole time?” T’Challa asked.

“She’s always been there. I was just too blind to see it.” T’Challa had his moments where he had wise word aid wisdom, along with tacky misunderstandings but that made him human.

I was truly blinded by the fact that I never saw Nefe more than a friend. The moment Sean, and Melanie, came into our live was when we both realized that we needed each other.

As my phone went off, to break the silence, I noticed the picture and became excited once more.

“Little brother. What brings you to calling me?” I answered the phone and the boys got excited themselves.

Zaire had a good standing friendship with T’Challa and Erik back in Wakanda. He was well mannered and structured but didn’t want to the throne, so he’s my financial adviser did when I take the throne.

“Well big brother, Aliyah and I are coming down to Louisiana for college visit. She mentioned something about prank week as well. We’ll be there sometime this week.” The tone in his voice was chipper and full of excitement. Spending time with my siblings was what I’ve been missing lately and I couldn’t wait for it.

“Sounds good to me. Oh and for prank week, I know just what I have in mind for you both.” The smirk that etched my face, made Erik and T’Challa do the same.

-Melanie’s POV-

Just as I was about to go welcome M’Baku back home, I noticed the smell of Chanel No.5 in the air and it was Nefe being back too. I was hoping he’d left her in the swamps.

Out of disgust, I continued my path towards M’Baku’s room, knocking gently.

“Hey- oh hell nah. M’Baku, you got company.” Erik rolled his eyes and stood in the doorway, watching like a hawk. Why couldn’t he just mind his own business?

“Can we talk? In private?” I eyed Erik down with a snarl, he shrugged.

“Anything you can say to me, you can say in front of them.” M’Baku arched a brow and it made me even more annoyed.

“Whatever. Anyway I just wanted to welcome you back, and take you out tomorrow night. As a welcome home gift.” Tracing my finger down his chest, he grabbed it and shoved me off. Well that’s a new one, no one's ever denied me before.

“I can’t. I already have plans with my girlfriend. I’m sure you’ve met her? Have a nice night Melanie. Boys I’ll see you later as well.” Waving us all off, he went back inside his room, leaving me there. I watched as his two best friends walked away, further down the hall.

“She has nothing on me. I am the queen and two can play that game.” Stomping off back towards my dorm hall, I had a plan forming in motion. Prank week is gonna be one hell of a ride.

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[newavengersfan]

Avengers Reassemble Ch 2

The king fondled with the silver ring on his finger, almost as though it would drop anytime soon. It looked as though T’Challa’s entire focus was solely on the trinket on his hand.

“Are you going to keep on fondling that ring all day,” his sister, Princess Shuri, joked. She walked towards him, a hologram of what looked like a finished building in her hand.

The two were standing before a construction site in Oakland where a few buildings were being built. The sound of drills and jackhammers filled the air, as well as what sounded almost like lasers. Construction workers, both American and Wakandan, ran back and forth, discussing plans and designs.

T’Challa rolled his eyes, “Oh, hush now. How goes construction?”

“Everything is going according to plan,” the teenager nodded, “The Outreach Centre should be finished by next month.”

“That is good,” the king nodded, “So many in this nation need our help as soon as possible.”

This area was once a symbol of Wakanda’s failures and mistakes. Where T’Challa’s father not only killed his own brother, but abandoned his own nephew. A nephew who almost caused the downfall of Wakanda itself.

Now, this place was going to be a symbol of Wakanda’s generosity and successes. A bridge between Wakanda and the rest of the world, where the technology and practices of T’Challa’s people could save lives.

However, to some people, it wasn’t enough.

Shuri’s smile slowly dropped as she looked around, “T’Challa, I know we are doing good work here, but do you not feel like we could do more?”

T’Challa sighed, having grown tired of this conversation, “Shuri, we have discussed this. We have been gone for five years. We need to concentrate on rebuilding our own nation and our ties to the rest of the world.”

While the Snap affected the lives of many, it hit T’Challa hard. The entire royal family was turned to dust, leaving the nation without a Black Panther to protect them or rule. The heart-shaped herbs were only to be consumed by those of royal blood, so no one could take the title. The Council and the Dora Milaje were the only ones keeping order.

Unfortunately, once the royal family returned, it’s been a difficult process returning to the original status quo. Even worse as outside of Okoye’s work with the Avengers, the nation has been keeping out of the issues the rest of the world was dealing with. It was as if they were backtracking to before Killmonger’s rule.

Shuri groaned, “I know the Council has been keeping you busy, but is there not a more proactive role we could take? Maybe while wearing a certain Panther uniform?”

“The role of the Black Panther is not only to fight off evil, but to bring hope and aid to those in need,” T’Challa shook his head, “I must not only-.”

“ ‘Break bones, but also build bridges’,” Shuri finished his sentence, a small smile crossing her face, “That was the only way Baba could get you to memorize your duties.”

T’Challa grinned, remembering his father’s words. He already had a lot of responsibilities to handle before Thanos’s attack. Now, that amount has doubled.

“I still feel like there is more we could be doing,” Shuri argued, “Like in New York. Fighting for a righteous cause, to protect people like we promised.”

“I understand,” T’Challa nodded, “But this is where our focus should be.”

The two stood in silence, their gaze on the construction, until an odd sound rippled through the air. Something that sounded like fires sparking.

“Wait, do you hear something,” the teenager asked.

They turned to see an amber-colored ring start to form behind them. Sparks flew from it as it looked like a figure was coming through.

T’Challa tilted his head, “Is that-?”

From the portal came a man wearing a long red cloak and a blue uniform, a golden necklace around his throat. It was the Master of the Mystic Arts himself, Doctor Stephen Strange.

“King T’Challa,” the sorcerer spoke in a deep voice, “I believe we have business to discuss.”

Shuri chuckled, “Well, if it isn’t the doctor with the cheekbones!”

“For Bast’s sake…,” T’Challa cursed, “What brings you to Oakland, Doctor Strange?”

“I need you to come with me,” Strange asked, “I have a proposal for you.”

The king turned to his sister, who laughed, “Like that movie Baba hated. Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in, eh?”

T’Challa looked to the sky, asking for death, before walking towards the portal, “Just stay here.”

The king walked through the portal and found himself inside what looked like a large mansion. Like the ones his parents took him to when they made diplomatic trips to Europe.

“Where are we?,” T’Challa asked.

“Bleecker Street. New York,” answered Strange, “Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea?”

“Tea would be nice,” the king nodded.

“Alright,” Strange turned to look at the collar of his cloak, “Cloak?”

Suddenly, the cloak fell off of the doctor’s shoulders and flew off to another room, bringing back a teacup with a spoon in it.

T’Challa warily took the cup into his hands, his eyes focused on the floating piece of clothing, “By the goddess…”

He only looked down when he felt the cup heat up. He looked down to see it slowly fill with hot tea, “Incredible...How are you doing this?”

“I’m not creating the tea out of thin air,” Strange explained, “Right now, that’s coming from the kettle of some college kid from London. Sugar?”

“Yes please,” the king nodded. Two cubes of sugar surfaced out of the cup, dissolving in the drink, “Impressive. Now, what is it that you wished to discuss?”

“It’s a simple invitation really,” Doctor Strange cleared his throat, “I have been sent to offer you a position amongst Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.”

T’Challa almost spat out his tea before gulping. He slowly began to realize what this was about, “You want me as an Avenger?”

Strange chuckled a little, “As odd as it is to say, yes, I’m here to bring you into the Avengers Initiative.”

The king began to eye the wizard carefully to make sure he wasn’t joking. He always respected the Avengers even before he actually met them, but he would’ve never thought in a million years that they would wish to have him as a member.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that the team has returned,” T’Challa said.

“Not all of the original members have, but a few have come to me for help in choosing members,” Stephen explained.

“I assumed a man such as yourself would prefer to stick to your own corner of the universe,” T’Challa said, “Focusing only on the more...paranormal.”

“The people of Kamar-Taj have been protecting the Earth for centuries,” Strange described, “However, we always needed aid from more...earthly heroes.”

“Such as the Avengers.”

“Yes,” Stephen nodded, “That’s why I and a few others have joined to bring back the team. I believe a man of your prestige, power, and heroism would be a great addition.”

T’Challa was genuinely amazed to receive this offer and maybe in a different time, he would have immediately accepted the position. However, this was definitely the wrong time.

“I understand your concerns. If Thanos has taught us anything, it’s that the world needs protectors,” the ruler agreed, “However, I have my own dilemmas at the moment. I have my nation, my people,...”

“Your recent engagement?,” the sorcerer finished the statement, before quickly adding, “Congratulations, by the way.”

T’Challa nodded in thanks. A year after he returned to the world of the living, T’Challa decided to propose to his beloved Nakia. The woman inspired him to go out into the world in the first place and there was no one that he would’ve rather dedicated his life to.

“I don’t know if I have the time to act as a crime-fighter,” T’Challa frowned, looking away.

Stephen sighed and nodded, understanding the man’s concerns. As Sorcerer Supreme, he already had a large array of responsibilities. However, he knew that he needed to join this team if we wanted to make sure this reality was 100% safe.

“Sir, I know this is a lot to deal with and I’m sorry,” Strange apologized, “But the world...It needs heroes. Especially now that we’ve lost…”

“Now that we have lost Stark,” T’Challa ended the sentence, nodding somberly. 

He learned of how Strange told Stark about the one of fourteen-million outcomes where they would be successful and how in the end, Tony had to die to accomplish it.

Strange looked down at the floor, his face covered with guilt, “I may not have killed him myself, but I set the dominos up...I took an oath as a doctor not to do harm to others and I failed.”

T’Challa shook his head, “Stark made the choice of his own free will. Blaming yourself will get you nowhere. Believe me. I know.”

The king couldn’t help but think back to his crusade against the Winter Soldier, where his guilt for letting his father die overtook his senses. He knew the power of regret and grief and he knew that that wasn’t something he should face alone.

“I shall consider your invitation,” T’Challa sighed, “However, I cannot promise that I will accept it, Doctor.”

A smile finally came onto Doctor Strange’s face, “Thank you, T’Challa. Just contact me when you’ve made a decision.”

The doctor began to spin his arm in a circle, which opened up another amber portal behind T’Challa. Through it, he could see the construction in Oakland right there.

“I shall be in touch,” T’Challa nodded before walking through it.

Once the portal closed, Strange began to straighten his back and levitate, “Now, off to San Francisco.”

After a few seconds, his astral form surfaced from his body and vanished from the mansion, reappearing in a lab to greet two figures.

The doctor’s spirit looked down at the two, “Mr. Lang, Ms. Van Dyne, we need to talk.”

Scott’s eyes widened as his jaw almost dropped to the floor, “Oookay. Yeah, this is happening.”

Hope threw her arms up in frustration, “Oh, what the hell now?”

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