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Learn Ya || Chapter 9

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Author Notes: SURPRISE SHAWTY. Shout out to everyone that lowkey bullied me into continuing this fic some three years later. I love y’all for that. I kept the same tag list as before so if you no longer wish to be tagged, just let me know.

Amaya felt like her whole world had come crashing down in a matter of seconds.

She’d had her life planned out from the time that she was a young girl, and now all of those plans had gone astray. She could understand that her mother’s job was having financial issues and there needed to be cut backs as far as employees went. What she couldn’t understand was why her mother needed to be included in that. She sort of knew that she was being selfish about her true reasoning for caring that her mother lost her job, but she couldn’t help it. Her entire world had just been flipped on its head.

She couldn’t afford school anymore. The financial aid she had been given didn’t cover the complete cost of her first year. Her mother was going to cover the difference so that Amaya didn’t have to worry about the financial strain of school and could solely focus on making sure she made the best grades that she could. She was even going to cut back on the hours she worked at the centre to give her all to her academics.

That wasn’t the case anymore.

She had to come up with the money in a very short amount of time and she had really only two options as far as she was concerned because deferring a year simply wasn’t going to work for her.

She could either work more hours at the centre to get the money to pay the difference or she could take out student loans. Honestly, neither of them were stellar options, but she was heavily leaning towards the student loans. It would give her the money she needed right in that moment and she could deal with the fall out to her credit score and paying it back later in life. All she wanted to do was go to law school. How she did it really didn’t matter to her anymore.

“Is everything alright, Amaya? You have been unusually quiet tonight?”

She looked up from the plate of food she had been toying around with the last few minutes, pushing around bits of mashed potatoes across the ceramic, and saw T’Challa looking at her. Concern was etched into his features, brows sitting low on his face and his full lips pulled down into a soft frown.

She really should have canceled their date but she hadn’t been able to bring herself to do that. It had been a few weeks since she had last seen him and she knew he was a busy man. Though, she supposed canceling would’ve been better than going and being in a sour mood the entire night.

“Yeah, everything is fine.” She did her best to put on the most convincing smile but the look that he gave her showed that it didn’t work in her favor.

“I do not appreciate being lied to.” The frown was still etched on his face but his voice was soft, almost as if he didn’t want to scare her.

Amaya pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and let out a small breath through her nose. She certainly hadn’t meant to lie to him but she wasn’t sure if they were at the stage where she could dump all of her issues onto him. Everything up until that point had been lighthearted and fun so it was hard to say if he truly even wanted to know. She allowed silence to settle between the two of them as she continued to push around food on her plate, lost in her thoughts. It might be good to talk to someone who could provide an outside prospect of things, and he might even have some sort of sage advice to give to her.

“No, really everything is fine,” she had every intention of leaving it at that but the way he lifted one brow let her know that it wasn’t going to fly a second time. “My mother lost her job and now I’m trying to figure out how to pay for law school.”

She hadn’t really said those words out loud. Other people might have said them to her, Charlie or her brother, and she might have thought them on more than one occasion, but the words had never once left her mouth. Not even when her mother had sat her down and told her the whole truth. Saying the words out loud would only make the reality of her situation settle in, making it that much harder for her to try and deny the truth. She had hoped that if she simply just remained positive then maybe things would work themselves out, but with each passing day, she could see that a positive attitude wasn’t going to work and that very same attitude diminished and made way for a more negative one.

When his hand moved across the table, she didn’t hesitate to slip her into his. Regardless of whatever mood she was in, her body sought out the physical comfort from him because there was something about his presence that had been nothing but soothing for her, even in the times he made her heart stutter in her chest.

“How much is your balance?”

“A lot.”

“How much is a lot?”

“$19,980. I gave them $20 so they would stop calling me for a few days but really I just think the lady felt bad for me when I started crying on the phone. Half of that needs to be paid by the end of next week.” Again, she had thought about her situation plenty of times but saying it out loud only made it that much more daunting for her.

“I will take care of it.” His tone was so final as he squeezed her hand.

“T’Challa, no. I can’t ask you to do that.” The very last thing she wanted him to think was that she had only told him in hopes that he would pay for it.

“It is a good thing you are not asking and I am offering.”

“I mean I get that but I’m still saying no.”

“It is also a good thing I am not seeking your permission on this.”

Amaya rolled her eyes and kissed her teeth. “Now is not the time to be playing that little game where you need to have control over everything. This is serious and it’s too much money for you to pay and I can’t pay you back,”

“You will not need to pay me back. Consider it an early graduation gift if that will help you feel better about accepting the money.”

“I don’t need you to do that. I can figure something out.” She made a face and could start to feel herself get defensive.

The logical part of her knew that he was only doing this out of the kindness of his heart and not because he thought she couldn’t do it on her own (which they both know that she couldn’t). But there was also some jaded part of her that felt like he was doing it because he expected something in return. Sex maybe.

Of course there had been indications that the two of them were sexually attracted to each other, anyone on the outside looking in could see that, but he hadn’t given her any reason to believe that was the one and only thing that he was after. It was yet another thing she had to remind herself that set him apart from the men she had dealt with in the past. Particularly Rod.

“Come here.” A frown had once again settled onto his face as she pulled her hand away from his.

“You can’t just distract me with whatever you’re going to try and do.”

“Amaya,” her name was a rough warning on his tongue that she felt right between her thighs. What was wrong with her that him being even a little stern with her was making her wet? “Come here. I won’t tell you again.”

She watched as he pushed his chair away from the table a little bit. Any other time she would’ve pushed the boundaries a little bit more, trying to see just how much she was able to get away with, but she didn’t have the energy. She mirrored his actions and stood up from her own chair, rounding the table to stand in front of him. She wasn’t standing long before she found herself being pulled down into his lap.

A shuddering breath left her lips when a large hand rested against the bit of thigh exposed by her dress. A distraction and damn if it wasn’t working.

“Why is it so hard for you to accept my help?” She could barely think with the way his thumb traced back and forth across her skin.

“Because I don’t want you thinking I told you so you would help me.”

“If you are going to be someone in my life then you should expect to be taken care of in all aspects of your life, Amaya.” She had to admit that he did have a way with words but she could tell that he wasn’t just saying them for show. He meant them.

“I don’t think I know how to let people do things like this for me.” Amaya prided herself on being an independent woman. Of course, her mother and her family were there if and when she needed to help but no one outside of that circle really did anything to take care of her.

“I can teach you.”

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The rest of the dinner had placed Amaya in much better spirits and a lot of that was due in part to T’Challa keeping her in his lap with an arm wrapped around her waist as he held her close. The two of them fell back into their usual back and forth banter with ease. It was nice to not have to worry about whether or not she was going to be able to attend school or not.

She had never been so grateful to be called into work on a random Tuesday morning. Without that, she would’ve never met him and she would currently be shit out luck, probably forced to drop out of school because Rod certainly didn’t have an odd $20,000 laying around to help her out.

She still hadn’t agreed to let him pay for her first year but she also wasn’t fighting him on it either. She would sleep on it for a few days, telling him she would give him an answer in a few days time. He had been reluctant but he agreed, albeit begrudgingly.

The night was coming to a close and she felt an almost loss at knowing that he would be leaving in the morning and hadn’t really given her a time frame on when he would be back.

Her key twisted in the lock of her front door but she didn’t open it. Instead, she cleared her throat and mustered up all of her courage, putting on her proverbial big girl panties as she turned to look at him. “Did you want to…I don’t know like come in or something?”

Even in trying to make it sound like no big deal, her voice cracked.

“I would love to but I do fly out early tomorrow morning.” She was happy that he sounded sad about the fact but she had no intention of letting up.

“I know I know. It’s just Charlie isn’t home and I really don’t wanna be home alone, Sir.” She rocked back and forth from one foot to the other, looking up at him with what she could only hope was a look of helplessness.

T’Challa made a soft sound like a hum as he hooked his finger underneath her chin. “You call me that and think I’m just supposed to give in to you whatever you want.”

“I do.”

“I could tell you no right now. Don’t forget that, Amaya.” Despite the half grin forming on his lips, he gripped her chin a little tighter.

“I know you could, but do you wanna know what I think?” His fingers left her chin in order for his hand to cup the side of her face. Her body wasted no time leaning into his touch.

“Enlighten me, beautiful.”

“I think you don’t want to say no. I think you want to come in as much as I want you to come in. You just wanna play hard to get.” She reached behind her and opened her front door.

“I’m playing hard to get?” He chuckled softly as his brows lifted.

“Mhmm,” she nodded. “You definitely are and you need to cut it out before it gets you in trouble.”

She took one step back and then another, finding that he was following her back into her apartment. The way kept his eyes on her as he pulled her keys from the door and kicked it closed before flipping the lock, had her chewing on the inside of her cheek. She found that she loved having his attention solely on her.

“You and your mouth.” His thumb ran across her bottom lip and it took every ounce of strength that she had to resist the urge to pull the digit into her mouth. “Always pushing your limits.”

“You like it or else you would’ve made it so I couldn’t sit down for a week by now.”

“The night is still young.”

Taking his hand from the side of her face, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist to guide him to her bedroom. The voice in the back of head was telling her that she needed to get herself under control. She hadn’t invited him up because she wanted to jump his bones. She really had invited him because she didn’t want to be alone for the night, and she wanted to spend what little time she did have left with him.

When she pushed open the door to her bedroom, she was grateful that she had cleaned up some before she left. Any other time, her room would have been in shambles with clothes and shoes thrown all over the place in her attempt to find something suitable to wear. Instead, it was just the small desk in the corner of her room that was a mess with books and papers haphazardly thrown across the top, and her bed that she had forgotten to make.

Her room was small and his large presence made it seem that much smaller.

“I’m gonna get changed but could you unzip my dress for me?” She could easily reach the zipper herself but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun. When she turned and pulled her braids over her shoulder, she felt his presence behind her.

T’Challa said nothing as one hand ghosted up her arm and the other wrapped around the small zipper and pulled it down slowly. Amaya swore her heart felt like it was about to explode out of her chest and it didn’t get any better when she felt his lips trail along the skin of her shoulder. She inhaled sharply. His fingers pushed down the thin straps of her dress and her hands instinctively came up to hold the dress in place before it hit the ground.

She talked a big game and had no problem teasing him but she wasn’t so sure that she wanted to drop her dress and stand in front of him in just a pair of panties just yet.

When his lips pressed the shell of her ear, her eyes fluttered and she let out a small sound despite her best efforts to remain calm. It had been far too long since someone had touched her, played with her body until her mind went fuzzy and she couldn’t think, and it showed.

“Go change before I forget that I would like to be a gentleman tonight.”

She wondered what might happen if she told him she didn’t want him to be a gentleman, but something was telling her that she wasn’t quite ready for that. T’Challa seemed like a man who knew exactly what he was doing with far more years of experience than she had. She didn’t want to write a check that her ass couldn’t cash.

“Right,” she nodded her head and stepped away from him.

She practically scurried out of the room with her pajamas in hand. She knew if she had stayed in her bedroom for one second longer, she would have easily given in to the x rated thoughts that had been swarming in her head. The magnetic pull that man had over her body was insane. Scary. Thrilling. And more than just a little erotic.

She had never wanted to fuck someone so badly in her life. It was to the point that if he asked, she would be hard pressed to say no, but she truly did what to take things slow with him. She wanted to be sure that they had something that went beyond just the very apparent physical connection and attraction.

And she didn’t want him to think she was a whore.

Amaya used her night time routine as a means to distract herself, probably taking far longer than she needed to, but she needed to give her body all the time that it needed to cool down. By the time she had gone through the steps, her body was still on edge but only just barely. She was sure she would be able to keep her hormones in check.

Or so she had thought before she stepped back into her bedroom to see T’Challa sitting up against her pillows with her civil procedures book in his hand. It would have been fine for her, nothing she wouldn’t have been able to handle if he hadn’t stripped down to his boxer briefs and nothing else. .

This man was going to be the death of her.

“You just made yourself right at home I see.” She gave him a pointed look before she shoved her clothes into her hamper. She just needed to distract and deflect so nothing got out of hand.

“Well, you can only leave a man to his own devices for so long before he starts to get bored.” The smirk he gave her when he looked up from the book had her grinning back at him like an idiot.

“I see that.” She rolled her eyes as she walked over to him and pulled the book from his hands. “I don’t think this is how you want to cure your boredom though.”

“Do you have any suggestions then?”

“I have a few, but you have to leave so early in the morning and I would hate to keep you up all night, y’know?” She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling as he laughed.

She dropped the book back off on her desk before she flopped down on her back onto her bed.

“Lay down before your mouth lands you into some trouble you can’t handle, Amaya.” He shook his head.

She had no doubt that she would find herself getting into some trouble at some point with him but tonight wasn’t going to be the night for that. Crawling into bed, she laid on her side with a hand curled underneath her chin so she could face him. He wasted no time in mirroring her actions minus the hand under his chin.

“Do you know when you might be able to come back?”

“Unfortunately, no I don’t. There are quite a few things back home that I will need to take care of before I can get away again.” His hand reached out and his thumb moved along her cheek.

She figured that he was a busy man but she’d had a sliver of hope that he would be back sooner rather than later. It was getting harder and harder each time to only have an afternoon or a few hours a night with him at a time before he disappeared for an extended period of times. Phone calls could only do so much.

She really did like having him around.

“Don’t look so sad,” she wasn’t aware that she had started to frown until he pointed it out. “I’ll still make sure to call you every day.”

“Don’t get me wrong, it is nice hearing from you every day but actually seeing you more often would be even better.” She shrugged her shoulders and toyed with the ring that hung from the chain around his neck. When she looked up there was something of a smug smile on his lips. “What?”

“If I didn’t know any better I would think you had a thing for me.”

“You’re alright I guess.” She rolled her eyes playfully.

“Oh I’m just alright? I guess I should go somewhere where I will be appreciated then.” He started to roll over to get out of bed before she caught his arm.

She pressed her body into his and buried her face into his chest, inhaling his scent gently. “Don’t go.”

His arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her close, as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m right here, baby girl.”

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"All the time they want to take your place The back stabbers (back stabbers) (They smilin' in your face) All the time, they want to take your place The back stabbers (back stabbers) All you fellas who have someone and you really care, yeah, yeah Then it's all of you fellas who better beware, yeah, yeah

Somebody's out to get your lady A few of your buddies, they sure look shady The blades are long, clenched tight in their fists Aimin' straight at your back And I don't think they'll miss"

The O'Jays – "Backstabbers"

T'Challa stepped into the throne room with Okoye and three other Doras at his heels. The Council of Elders rose from their seats when he entered the room, and the presence of W'Kabi, standing to the side surrounded by royal guards, felt out of place.

Walking to his throne, T'Challa glanced over at Okoye and her face displayed no emotion. A blank canvas became her code of conduct. He sat down and then looked at his childhood friend directly. The king waved his hand and the royal guards stepped back, giving the rebel space.

W'kabi gained weight in the face and in his body. Huskier, the man looked well, better than he had when he was in the palace during the bad time. Revenge had poisoned his soul as much as it had N'Jadaka's, but time away from the country had fattened him up nicely.

"You may speak," T'Challa said.

W'Kabi took a confident stride toward him. Okoye didn't look at her estranged husband directly herself, but her hand tightened on her spear.

"My king. I come before you as a once humble servant…"

He bowed his head and Zinzi cleared her throat, a message to T'Challa that he should listen well and stay cautious.

"There are rumors swirling from S'Yan to Bashenga that something major is happening within the palace. I hear this and I think to myself, surely, the great Black Panther clan would not deceive their people once more," W'Kabi said.

"What have you heard, W'Kabi?"

"That the golden jaguar has been asleep and has now awakened."

T'Challa cut his eyes toward Zinzi. It was only a matter of time before word got out. They should've gotten ahead of it sooner and told their countryman earlier, but there was no telling how N'Jadaka would've been once he came back to them. There was always the possibility that he would be a rabid dog needing to slumber once more.

"There are things developing that will be told to our people soon—"

"Is he alive?"

Okoye slammed her spear on the floor, her eyes still unseeing the rebel before her. Her lips curled into a snarl because of her perception of petulance coming from W'Kabi's tongue.

"That is none of your concern at this moment," T'Challa said.

"It is all our concern. Especially to those of us out in the sea."

T'Challa stood up. He kept his hands at his sides and willed himself to not ball them up and punch W'Kabi in the face. He was the linchpin that turned their people against him from the start. Had he not acquiesced to N'Jadaka's demands so easily, there may have been a chance to resolve the old lie peacefully. Vengeance was a seductive mistress and she could unite anyone at any time. Both W'Kabi and N'Jadaka were orphaned as children by the same hand. They trauma bonded so well that it would've been impossible to convince W'Kabi to let go of the past. T'Challa knew what that poison tasted like. It inflamed him to go after Helmut Zemo after that man killed his father in Vienna at the Sokovia Accords, but ultimately, vengeance was a never-ending spiral that infected more people as it grew into a black hole consuming all the light of humanity. W'Kabi should've stood with him and not given N'Jadaka an alliance. T'Challa truly believed he could've fixed all the wrongs and prevented so much carnage on both sides.

"I will ask that you trust me, W'Kabi."

"So… he is alive."

T'Challa should've known that his once close friend could read him like an open diary of memories. They grew up in the palace together. Knew one another's secrets and facial expressions.

W'Kabi lifted his head higher.

"I will petition the royal court to reinstate me to my former position. If N'Jadaka Udaku is alive, then the mark of treason should be removed from my record and those of the people who followed me under N'Jadaka's command," W'Kabi said.

"The moment you saw our king alive, you should have put down your weapons!" Okoye shouted.

T'Challa held up his hand.

"Okoye—"

W'Kabi turned to his wife.

"Like you, my allegiance was to the throne. The person seated there, legally, was N'Jadaka. When one is at war in service of the king, there is no civil discourse in the heat of battle. A soldier follows orders from whoever sits in that seat."

W'Kabi pointed to the throne.

"T'Challa was not the king during that battle," W'Kabi continued. "You were the one who broke protocol, my love. You committed treason by turning against a sitting king with the Dora Milaje. By law, you all should be disbanded and brought before the Council of Elders and sent to the high court."

Okoye raised her spear, and Zinzi jumped up. T'Challa stepped to his general.

"Stand down," he whispered in her ear.

Her lips curled into a rough sneer, and her dark eyes flashed with lightning, ready to strike W'Kabi dead.

"He is right," T'Challa said.

He held her shoulder that tensed while gripping her weapon in an attack stance.

"Do you need time away?" he asked quietly.

She shook her head and returned to her proper position. Watery anger painted her eyes. T'Challa turned toward W'Kabi.

"There will be a press conference in the morning. I will bring the entire country to speed with what is going on here," T'Challa said.

"What about my reinstatement?" W'Kabi asked.

W'Kabi glanced over at M'Kathu, the Border Tribe leader and elder on the royal council. M'Kathu stood and clasped his hands in front of him.

"He has a right to seek reclamation of his station in the palace, Your Highness," M'Kathu said.

W'Kabi's shoulders relaxed. He had a friend on his side in the matter, and it gave him the confidence to be forthright and bold in asserting his right to have his old job back.

"One thing at a time," T'Challa said.

He waved his hand at the Doras behind W'Kabi and they marched forward and flanked him. The audience with the king had ended.

"I have only come back for what is rightfully mine. Too many things were stripped away from me. I shall have them once more," W'Kabi said, his eyes on Okoye.

She glanced at him and even through her anger, T'Challa saw that she was still in love with her husband, but the ocean between them was still too wide to cross.

Palace guards escorted W'Kabi out, and the council elders sought clarity with their focus on T'Challa.

"I have to present N'Jadaka tomorrow. I know it is sooner than we planned, but I will make the public appearance, have him read from a prepared statement, and then we'll move forward with our PR plans as planned."

Zinzi leaned forward.

"N'Jadaka's American family and extended relatives will have to be told before then," Zinzi said.

"I'll ask N'Jadaka to speak to his grandfather tonight."

"Good. We should also prepare for his parent's remains to come here sooner," Zinzi said.

"Someone in this palace gave guarded information away. Okoye, I want them rooted out and dealt with," T'Challa said.

"If there are spies from within, I will crush them," Okoye said.

Shuri brushed her fingers across Sinjin's hand as they walked through the Hall of Royals. Her lover admired paintings of her family history, and she assured him that whatever T'Challa had planned would be good for the country.

They stood before a painting of Queen Tiye, the first female Black Panther.

"Do you think you will lead this country one day? Or be a Black Panther like your brother?" Sinjin asked.

She shrugged.

"I am more interested in my lab work than leadership. I think I would make an ineffective queen. I'd probably be in the middle of a U.N. meeting dreaming of scientific experiments instead of diplomacy."

"But if you had to take the throne, would you?"

"I don't know. The line of descent has changed. My younger cousins have claim on the throne before I do now."

"That's not fair."

"I think it is. Why take something you don't want, anyway?"

"What if they grow up and don't want it?"

"I think Prince Riki would. He already acts like a little king. But I think Princess Joba would be a splendid choice. She is already so wise and calm."

She turned to him.

"Why all the questions about me being a queen? Do you want to be a king?"

"I would have to marry a royal for that to happen."

She grinned, and he snuck a quick kiss on her lips.

"Don't," she whispered, glancing around for the Doras, who gave them some peace alone.

Sinjin wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again, his lips as soft as a whisper to her eager mouth. She hugged him back and longed to be in a hotel away from there, sneaking off to make awkward love. They had both been virgins when they first became intimate, and their complete sexual encounters had only numbered three in total. Shuri liked they were both new to physical expressions of love. It made her less nervous and less self-conscious about doing anything wrong. There was no wrong. Only lovely explorations of what pleasure could be like forever.

The Doras returned with W'Kabi in tow.

"It is time for him to leave, Your Highness," one Dora said.

They backed away from one another, and Shuri could look W'Kabi in the eye. He smiled at her.

"You have grown so much, Princess Shuri," he said.

"You have too, and I like it," she said.

W'Kabi grinned broadly and rubbed his paunch. He was even more handsome with a fuller body. He reminded her of a Jabari man. Thick in all the right places. She wondered how Okoye took his visit, but she didn't have time to ask because the Doras rushed the two men out abruptly.

Shuri took her leave and headed up toward the library. There were two in the palace, but the one she sought was the private family one. An elevator whooshed up several floors until she arrived at the entrance of a beautiful hall. Electronic Wakandan writing made up the floating walls that created guided halls into the marble-walled library setting. Once past the polished floors and high walls, Shuri entered a cozy setting of shelves bursting with ancient texts and private family history. The view outside was welcoming, with the river down below sparkling in the sunlight. Tall leather chairs faced the window and Shuri moved further into the stacks of shelves, where a large desk presented her with the missing prince. Erik sat down in a curved swivel chair and used a floating viewscreen to search for books. There was a stack of paper ones on the desk opened already, but the expression on his serious face revealed he wasn't finding what he wanted.

She leaned against the desk.

"T'Challa is looking for you. I heard what you did to Rogers."

"He's a super soldier. He'll heal up quick. I only gave him a taste of what I could have given him."

"What are you looking for?"

"The old shit. I mean the stuff from way back. When you first became a united kingdom."

"The apocryphal texts."

"Where's that at?"

Shuri scrolled some pages on the screen, then typed in a code that Erik didn't have access to yet. A list of book titles blinked before them.

"We have digitized them for preservation, but the actual hard copies are here too."

"I want to read them."

"They're my favorites. Come, I'll show you."

She pulled out protective gloves from the desk drawer that melded around the hands perfectly of each wearer. Handing Erik a pair, she led him to the rear of the library and swiped her fingertips against a security pad that opened a sealed section of books.

"You can start here, which is the earliest century of Wakanda, and then each row will correspond with ten-year decade increments."

Erik touched a few books and picked up the first and heaviest one. Old cracked leather covered the thin pale yellow parchment written in heavy ink.

"That is one of the first books ever written and saved by a priest that transcribed oral history from ancient griots. Once we converted to written language, the palace has been the safest place to keep these classics. There are physical copies in the other palace library, but the originals stay here."

He stroked the exquisite hand lettering and sniffed the pages.

"We are only allowed to read them here. You cannot take this back to your suite," she said.

He glanced at his kimoyo.

"I have to get my kids," he said, sliding the book back in place on the shelf.

Shuri tapped his kimoyo and typed in the code so he could gain access without her in the future. She tapped her own beads right after.

"I have found N'Jadaka," she told T'Challa.

"Bring him to the throne room," T'Challa said.

"I have to pick up my kids—"

"I will have Ayo retrieve them for you. We have to have an emergency meeting now. W'Kabi informed me that there is word outside that you may be alive."

"I have to get my kids myself. They expect to see me. I'll come there after I get them first."

"Very well. But please. Stay discreet. We don't know who inside the palace revealed your presence. W'Kabi claims there are rumors floating around, but I know we would've been pestered about it sooner if it were true. There is a plant here. A rebel sympathizer that told him directly. It is the only reason he came here to tell me."

"Forcing your hand, huh?" Erik said.

"He wants to be reinstated, too."

Erik didn't respond to that, and the news surprised Shuri.

"Go get your children, then meet me here. Quickly," T'Challa said.

Erik hurried his children home and Yani and Disa were asked to join him. Erik fed Sydette, Riki, and Joba their after-school snack and turned them over to Twyla and a day nanny. He walked with Yani and Disa as a larger number of Dora Milaje than usual escorted them.

"What's going on?" Yani asked.

They hustled her out of medical school early and she barely had enough time to change her school uniform before being rushed to see the king.

"There's a snitch who told W'Kabi I was alive."

"Is this really bad?" Disa asked.

"I don't think it is, but it seems like he wasn't ready to do it this soon. Better to get it over with and stop dragging this shit out," he said.

They approached the tall double doors of the throne room and Erik paused their motion. Turning to both women, he pulled them in closer so that the Doras wouldn't hear him.

"We are a unit? Hear me?" he said.

He looked each woman in the eye.

"I know we're being patched into this family like a damn quilt, and it's not easy for you both. Especially having me here and our own messy situation with my behavior… making babies with you both. But when we walk in here, you have to be behind me and no one else. Understand? Right now, I'm all about protecting our babies and both of you, no matter what goes down in the next few days. Okay?"

Disa nodded, and Yani looked worried.

"Are we in danger?" Yani asked.

"Nah—"

"Are you in danger?" Disa asked.

"I'm good. We're good. I just want us on one accord. Going forward."

Yani blew out a nervous breath and Erik held her hand. He took Disa's hand too.

"Ready?" he said.

"Let's go," Disa said.

"Gwine now," Yani said.

The Doras opened the door for them and Noxolo led them in first and stepped aside for Erik to stroll forward. The Council of Elders stood for him, and T'Challa sat on his throne and watched the three of them enter. Disa and Yani walked at his sides to face the king, too. T'Challa tapped his kimoyo, and Erik's beads lit up and grew warm on his wrist.

"This is what I will say at a press conference tomorrow. I will present you to the country. Attached is the statement that we sketched out for you together last week. I have prepped it for you to look over and make minor changes. I will go before the nation at eleven tomorrow. The next few weeks will be a strain on the family as we become fully transparent at last."

"So nothing really changes out of this. I'm just being brought out of the shadows earlier," Erik said.

"True, but there is also a spy in our midst."

"In the palace?" Erik asked.

"Yes."

Disa and Yani tensed up next to him.

"We will find the spy," T'Challa said.

"I'll look over the statement. I won't work in the lab tonight and I want to be with my family by myself," Erik said.

Zinzi approached Erik. Her kind eyes took in Yani and Disa too.

"We would like for you to contact your grandfather before the press conference. We want your maternal family to know that you are alive before it gets out into the world. I know you wanted to get settled better before you faced him, but it is only right that he knows before the news breaks. When you are ready, we have prepared to bring the rest of your family here," Zinzi said.

Erik inhaled deeply and he staggered back for a moment. Disa and Yani clasped his hands in theirs and he shook off the tumbling of his insides. The stress of returning to life, meeting his children, facing their mothers, and finding himself intensified his insecurity about reuniting with his grandfather. He missed his Grandpop, and regretted not telling him what could happen to himself when he left the states. His grandfather encouraged him to go to Disa. Make amends. Dante may have sensed the troubled waters heading his way, but his former fiancé was uppermost in the older man's mind.

The women squeezed his hands and gave him strength.

"Let us speak after dinner tonight. We can go over what will happen tomorrow before you speak to Mr. Stevens," T'Challa said.

"We won't be eating in the Chalice room with you all," Erik said.

"As you wish, N'Jadaka. I will let Umama, Baba Z, and Queen Mother know of your plans."

Erik turned away from his cousin. Still holding onto Disa and Yani, he pulled them with him out of the throne room. Back in the elevator, he covered his face with one hand.

"I should call him now," Erik said.

"Let's eat first, then we can talk to him with you. Disa and I will call him like it's our normal family chat and we can bring you in," Yani said.

"You can shower and change clothes to refresh yourself and it will help calm your mind," Disa added.

Erik stopped the elevator on his floor. Noxolo stepped out first, and he went back into the elevator.

"I need a private moment," he told Noxolo and the two other Doras with them.

Left alone, Erik closed the doors.

"Why am I scared?" he asked the women.

He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

"It's normal to be nervous," Disa said.

"So much time has passed and I don't know what to say," Erik said.

"He knows your babies. They'll help bring you to him. He'll be so happy to have you," Yani said.

"I'm ashamed," Erik whispered.

Tears sprang out, and he wasn't ready to cry in front of them. Disa reached out for him and held his cheek.

"He knows what I did to both of you. He knows I did a lot of damage here. I never said goodbye in an honest way. I let so much time go by and he's a frail old man now because of me."

"Him won't care about none of that. He has his grandson back. Everything else will mean nothing. He can spend his last years with you and his great-grandbabies," Yani said.

"He loves you. Even when he thought you were gone, he loved you as if you were still here and he poured that into our children. Be strong in that," Disa said.

He lowered his head and wiped his eyes.

"Acting like a big ole baby…" he muttered.

"Acting like a grandchild who wants to make his granddaddy proud," Disa said.

He wept openly, and Yani nuzzled her face into his neck. Disa pressed her forehead against his and they held him, allowing his sobs and fears to flow out. Erik took his time leaving the elevator. The Dora Milaje stared at his red eyes and wet face. They gave him space to separate from Yani and Disa.

"I'll freshen up and have dinner brought up in an hour," he said.

"See you then," Disa said.

"Wear your black tunic," Yani said, "it will make you feel your best."

He nodded and turned away from them. When the other Doras were gone, Erik turned to Noxolo and pulled her into his suite.

"Can you find out who the spy is?" he asked.

Noxolo pondered a moment.

"None of the Dora Milaje would be the culprit. They are sworn to the death to uphold the protection of the royal family. It could be someone in the kitchen staff, or maybe someone on the grounds staff."

"I want you to focus your attention on protecting my family. No matter what goes on here, don't worry about me, keep my kids safe. Got it?"

"I am to protect you with my life. It is why I am assigned to you—"

"I don't care. My kids… that's who you watch when we're all together."

She nodded.

Erik stood outside on the balcony of his suite while his family sat in his living room, speaking to his grandfather. The sound of Dante's voice balled up the muscles in his chest and grew a stone in his belly. He could see his children bursting to tell their Grandpop that Erik was there, but Yani and Disa stressed it was to be a big surprise.

The kids recited the Wakandan alphabet and practiced a few new words with Dante before he heard his grandfather say, "So what else is new, my busy babies?"

Sydette cupped her hands around her nose and lips, and Riki jumped up and down with Joba.

"What?"

"We have a surprise!" Sydette squealed.

"A surprise? For me? I wonder what it could be," Dante teased.

The children ran to Erik on the balcony.

"Where are they going?" Dante asked.

Yani wiped her eyes, and Disa pressed her lips together.

"What's going on?" Dante asked. Concern laced his voice.

Sydette pulled on Erik's tunic as Joba and Riki held his hands.

"Close your eyes, Grandpop!" Riki yelled.

"Are they closed?" Sydette asked.

"They are closed. What did you get for me?"

Erik's children placed him in front of the giant viewscreen. He stared at his grandfather, who had his hands over his eyes. Three years had aged him more than Erik expected.

"Can I look now?" Dante said.

"Yes, Grandpop, you can look," Erik said.

Chapter 30 HERE.

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literaryavenger · 2 months

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Black Panther - Post Credit Scene

Summary: Bucky comes out of the ice.

Pairing: Avengers x F!Reader, Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Warnings: Nothing really for this one, maybe language. Mostly fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: I want to specify that I used google translator for the Xhosa, so I hope it's at least decent, but I thought it would be cute to put it in there. I've had this ready to go for WEEKS and I'm so glad I finally get to post it! I hope you like the idea of a reunion like this as much as I do! Enjoy!

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You’ve been on the run for a year now with Steve, Sam and Natasha. A few weeks after you all escaped the Raft, Clint and Scott decided to make a deal with Ross to get house arrest because being on the run and away from their families was too hard for them.

The five of you that remained went from safe house to safe house while doing as many missions as you could, never staying in one place too long and still trying to help people to the best of your capabilities, with Wanda disappearing from time to time to spend time with Vision.

Lately, though, you’ve been noticing Steve’s been a little fidgety, even disappearing here and there for a couple of days at a time.

You want to ask him what’s going on, but you don’t want to be nosy so you wait for if and when he’s ready to talk about it.

And that time comes one random afternoon as you’re all sitting around in the living room of the safe house you’re in, Wanda being off with Vision.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” He sits next to you and you nod, putting down your book to give him your full attention. “I know you’ve all been wondering where I go every now and then, and I’m glad you didn’t push it. But I’m ready for you guys to know now.”

He addresses everybody before turning to you and looking straight in your eyes as he finishes. “Bucky’s awake.”

Your breath hitches in your throat and you can’t seem to find it in you to say anything more than “Oh.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner...” He looks actually sorry. “We just thought it would’ve been better to keep it as lowkey as possible.”

You nod and look at the floor, trying not to show your disappointment.

It makes sense. After all Steve is his best friend, his brother, his only family. You’re barely an acquaintance.

Right?

“He asked about you.” your eyes snap back to him. “He wanted you to be there, but he understood. He’s glad you’re safe.”

“From the government or from him?” you mumble and Steve gives you an apologetic look, but lets it go.

“The thing is, I kind of need to ask you a favor.” you narrow your eyes at him and he raised his hands in surrender. “It’s nothing bad, I swear!”

“Fine,” you sigh. “What do you want?”

“It’s just, the mission we’ve been planning is important…” he looks at the plans and footprints on the table. “And only three of us are needed for it.”

You think you see where this is going. “You want me to take over your part of the mission?!” you look at him like he grew three heads. How the hell can you take on the role of a supersoldier?

“No, of course not. That’s the thing.” he quickly clarifies. “I can’t be spared for this, and we know the mission is gonna last a while.”

“Where are you going with this, Rogers?” you’re just confused now.

“Could you look after Bucky for me?”

Oh. You try hard not to look too excited about the prospect of seeing Bucky again and spending time with him.

“Are you… sure that’s a good idea?” you ask him as coolly as you can.

“It’s not gonna be hard. You just need to keep an eye on him from a distance.” good thing you managed your expectations. “Shuri’s gonna be working with him and, when he’s ready, she’ll let you talk to him.” Okay, you’re excited again.

“Uhm,” you have to at least pretend to think about it, right? “I guess, if I’m not needed on the mission and you are, I could do you this favor.”

You fight a smile as you make the mistake to look at Sam, that’s grinning, knowing full well how you feel about Bucky. You groan and roll your eyes, but he says nothing, thankfully.

“Thank you.” Steve lays a hand on your arm and smiles at you. “This means a lot to me.”

“I know.” you smile back, then hug him.

“Okay,” he says as you let go “we’re leaving tomorrow morning.”

You nod and get up to finish packing the bag you were getting ready for the mission in a few days.

After you’re done, you go back to the living room to spend one last night with Sam, Steve and Nat as you don’t know how long it’s gonna be before you see them again.

The next morning you wake up thankful you’re not hungover and get your stuff with Steve’s into the jet, Sam and Nat accompanying you out to say the last goodbyes.

“I’ll miss you.” you tell Nat as you hug her “Please don’t cut your hair again while I’m gone.”

“I’ll try not to.” she laughs, hugging you back. “I’ll miss you too, Crazy.”

“Try not to miss me too much.” Sam tells you as he hugs you too, making you roll your eyes with a smile.

“Sure, birdbrain.” He groans at the nickname “Be careful.”

He nods and, after they say goodbye to Steve too, the two of you board the quinjet and make your way to Wakanda.

You are met by Princess Shuri and King T’Challa himself. You hug Steve goodbye as he makes his way to visit Bucky before his mission and to tell him he probably won’t be coming by again for a while.

Shuri and T’Challa, who insisted you drop their formal titles, give you a tour of the palace and then take you to a guest room that’s basically a suite, and you’re shocked to find out you’ll be living here in the palace for the duration of your stay.

As promised you look after Bucky from a distance.

Every morning you and Shuri get escorted to Bucky’s hut where she works with him on his deprogramming as you and Ayo hang back.

Other than making sure he’s okay, there’s not really much for you to do so you take this time to get to know the people. It astonishes you how easy you get welcomed by the community.

You’re taught their customs by the locals, you pick up some Xhosa, not a lot but enough to have conversations and you’re even taught to fight by the Dora Milaje. Mostly Okoye and even Ayo since the two of you cleared the air after the whole airport fight.

She apologized profusely about the wound she inflicted in your arm, which has been fully healed for months now, and you assured her it was okay. You understood she was simply doing her job and admired her passion and determination to protect her king.

Also, it turns out you broke a couple of her ribs, which you also apologized for, so you two decided to just call it even.

You got comfortable fast; dressing with their clothes, participating in their festivities and playing around with the children everyday as Shuri does whatever she does with Bucky.

You’re always careful to not get too close to be seen while still being close enough to keep an eye on them.

After their sessions Shuri always brings you up to speed and then you report to Steve to let him know Bucky’s doing good.

You’re making your way to Shuri’s lab where you’ve met her everyday for the couple of months that you’ve been in Wakanda.

“Good morning, Princess.” you tell her, bowing when you stop in front of T’Challa. “My King.”

“Stop that.” he swats at you as both you and Shuri laugh.

“Ready to go?” Ayo asks and you eye her suspiciously as she’s grinning like she does right before she makes a move that instantly knocks you on your ass during training.

“What are you up to?” you ask her but she just keeps on smiling.

“Today is the day, Agent.” Shuri tells you as smirks, knowing how you feel about the nickname.

“I’m not an agent of anything.” you roll your eyes, then register what she just said. “Wait, what do you mean, today’s the day?”

“Sergeant Barnes is ready.” she says and you can’t help the smile that comes to your face, which falls with a groan when you see them all smirking at each other at your reaction.

“Let’s just go.” you say as you turn around and start walking with Shuri and Ayo.

“Have fun!” T’Challa yells after you.

“Your order is my command, Your Highness!” you yell back and you all laugh at the loud groan he lets out.

As always, Shuri gets closer while you and Ayo hang back and she walks to the shore of the lake in front of the hut and then stops there.

You see three kids run out of Bucky’s hut, laughing, and the princess turns around as they run up to her and hug her.

“Are you playing around with that man again?” she asks, laughing. “You’re teasing him again.” she keeps teasing them as they chant ‘no’ between laughter and you can’t help but smile.

Bucky exits the hut and, like every other day, he takes your breath away. His sun-kissed skin, his Wakandan robes, his growing beard and the longer hair. The whole style just suits him.

You see him take a deep breath and then he gets closer to Shuri as the children run towards you giggling about the “Ingcuka Emhlophe”. [White Wolf]

“Uyayithanda Ingcuka Emhlophe?” you ask them. [You like the White Wolf?]

“Yena engaqhelekanga” one of the kids says and you laugh. [He’s strange]

“Kutheni ephulukene nengalo nje?” another one asks you. [Why is he missing an arm?]

You aren’t sure what to say, they are children after all, but you try your best.

“Kuba uyindoda ekhaliphileyo eyathi yenzakala xa inceda abantu.” [Because he is a brave man that was injured while helping people]

They all look at him in awe just as you hear Shuri say, “Sergeant Barnes.”

“Bucky.” he corrects her and you smile.

“How are you feeling today?” she asks him.

“Good. Thank you.” she smiles and motions towards you.

“Come. Much more for you to learn.” she says as she starts walking.

He takes a second to look out at the lake before following Shuri, but as soon as he spots you, he stops.

He stares as you’re giggling with the children that are now circling around you and dancing, and when you look towards Bucky again his eyes are already on you.

You blush a little at his intense gaze but he seems to snap out of it when your eyes meet his and he gets closer until he’s right in front of you.

“Sergeant.” you say, smirking.

“Doll.” he says, smirking back.

You smile at each other until Shuri clears her throat and you turn to look at her just to see both her and Ayo with a smirk of their own. You roll your eyes at them, but your smile stays on.

“Shall we?” Shuri says and starts walking, Ayo right behind her.

Bucky takes your hand and starts walking after Shuri too, pulling you with him, both of you feeling like nothing could wipe the smiles off your faces.

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shurisneakers · 3 months

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a writing challenge? in 2024? you bet

Hi! Hello! Hey!

I've been going through A Time and have chosen to cope by going back to the specific vibes of 2016 to 2018. That happens to include an incredible resurgence in my love for MCU fanfic, the community around it and all the love that goes into them. I've felt a bit distant from here for a while, but I still see so many of my old friends writing, ones who want to get back into it, and a whole lot of new writers I am dying to meet.

I've floated this idea vaguely on my blog and people seem to be interested so I figured it was worth a shot!

So yeah, welcome to Ari's Old School, Nostalgia Jam, Why-The-Hell-Not MCU Fic Writing Challenge 2024!

Prompts, rules and whatnot under the cut:

Requests:

If you could reblog this post to reach someone who might want to participate, I'd really appreciate it! No need to be following me, it's open for anyone.

Reader-inserts, OCs, solo character fics, character x character-- absolutely no limitations

Any and all MCU characters are allowed

Anything above 500 words should have a read-more/keep-reading tab. Series, multi-chapters, one-shots, drabbles, etc etc. The sky's the limit.

Please tag me in your fics (@shurisneakers) so I'm notified of them, and post them with the tag #arisoldschoolwritingchallenge . It may take me a while to get back to you due to the circumstances I find myself in currently, but I absolutely will. Please send me a DM if I haven't responded within 10 days.

Send me an ask with the prompt you would like. Feel free to pick up to 2 prompts

The only thing I request of you: no RPF and no dark fics. Smut is welcome, but non-con/dub-con/incest or anything along those veins is something I'd ask you not to submit for this challenge. Thank you for your understanding!

I know I've called it an MCU fic challenge as it's the community I've grown with, but if you feel like any of these prompts resonates with a character from another fandom, please go ahead and write it. This challenge really is just about the fun of writing fanfic and love for Your Little Guys

No submission cut-off date. Take all the time you need.

Prompts

I've tried to have a mix of classics and uncommon tropes/dynamics, so I hope everyone finds something they connect with!

Relationship Prompts

1. Enemies (taken by @theysaywhatasadsight)

2. Best friends/childhood friends

3. Coworkers (taken by @jaaneymann)

4. Internet friends

5. Neighbours/roommates (taken by @angrythingstarlight)

6. Fake dating (taken by @hungryforpowernotfood)

7. Commuters

Alternate Universe Prompts

1. Florist AU (taken by @hungryforpowernotfood)

2. Showmance AU (taken by @bombsonboard)

3. Social media/streaming/gaming AU (taken by @splintered-emotions)

4. Thieves/Heist Group AU

5. Time travel AU

6. Pirates AU

7. College AU (taken by @lovelybarnes)

8. Apocalypses/dystopia AU (taken by @targaryenvampireslayer)

9. Chef AU

10. Roadtrips AU

Some rarer miscellaneous ones for those who are so inclined!

1. Shipwrecked together on an island

2. Meet Ugly (opposite of Meet Cutes) (taken by @barnesandco

3. Both of you are ghosts but don't know the other is

4. Treasure hunters AU

5. Faking death

6. Professional cuddlers AU

7. Time loops/Groundhog Day (taken by @sxrensxngwrites)

8. Orpheus and Eurydice

9. Villain x hero

10. Hitchhiking

11. Carnival of Horrors

12. Robin Hood

13. Matchmakers AU

14. Insomniac x narcoleptic

15. Intergalactic Coffee Shop AU

16. Doomed By The Narrative

17. Enemies to Lovers to Enemies

18. Subversion of Classic Hallmark Movie Tropes

Dialogue prompts

You can tweak them as per requirements, but be sure to keep the underlying message!

Angst

1. "I should have trusted myself. I should have stayed far away from you." (taken by @waywardcrow)

2. "Has it occurred to you that how I feel matters too?" (taken by @jaaneymann)

3. "We failed. I would do it again."

4. "You do not deserve my forgiveness."

5. "You make me feel so alone." (taken by @reidishh)

6. "I'm not giving up on us." "I did. You should too." (taken by @targaryenvampireslayer)

Crack

1. "Ohhh, you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid." (taken by @pinkthick)

2. "I think you and I make the worst choices together." "Yeah, but it's always entertaining."

3. "I trusted you." "Terrible decision, really."

4. "I know I'm smiling but I want to push you off a very big cliff." (taken by @pepperonijem)

5. "I'm hilarious." "You're traumatised."

Fluff

1. "This is the only thing I look forward to everyday." (Taken by @bombsonboard)

2. "I think we should do that again. For the sake of the world and my sanity."

3. "You're all I think about." (taken by @waywardcrow)

4. "Don't go anywhere I can't follow." (taken by @iguess-theyre-mymess)

5. "Don't smile at me like that." "Like what?" "Like that." (Taken by @lovelybarnes)

Word Prompts:

Flesh

Strawberry

Bruised (taken by @juvenilearson)

Groovy

Jump

Sunflower (taken by @barnesandco)

Alchemist

Wayward

Offerings

Mischief (taken by @supraveng)

I hope you'll join in! Please do tag anyone you think would be interested, I'd love for this to have as wide an audience as possible.

Lots of love <3

-Ari

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ghostsprettymama · 1 year

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MONA LISA.

“ i want you to give in”

Warnings: smut,bullying,panick attacks,alcohol and possible drug use, anxiety, talks of suicide,toxic relationships,fatphobia,gun violence, throw up. MDNI.

Word count: 4,274 words 22,560 characters

pairings: Riri williams x Black! Reader fluff, shuri x Black! reader, top!black reader x gang member ! Shuri udaku

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ UNLESS MENTIONED OTHERWISE

A/N: NAUR BC I WAS WORKING ON TS IN MY DRAFTS AND I ACCIDENTLY DELETED IT 😭😭 BUT TYSM FOR SM LOVE ON THE LAST POST HERES PART 2.

part one part three

blue text = whispering.

Y/N pov

You woke up in your room . With no collection on how you ended up there, but you do remember why you have this massive ass hangover, you checked your phone seeing Shuri’s message on instagram.

you squinted at the messages smiling, but your momment got ruined by your Brother “ wake yo ass up or T and all of us are leaving yo blackass home and you're gonna miss your first day" Said Erik on the other side.

You groaned getting up from your bed charging your phone while you went to the shower "siri play my song. " you said in your gentle morning voice.

Your phone responded automatically playing your song while you showered putting on your F/s bodywash, taking care of yourself in the shower, stepping out when youre squeaky clean and smelling good.

Youd put on your fit for the day stopping the music, taking your phone and charger with you, along with your purse so you have other mecessarities with you.

you went downstairs heading outside while Erik was waiting for you, he looked you up and down "Fuck you goin lookin like that" Erik said glaring down at you, the 6'2 man said looking down at you "take ya blackass back and change, my sister aint going out like no whore" he said.

A whore? You're dressed like a whore.. you look at him your pretty eyes threatened tears, your pretty makeup threatening to be ruined. "nono please, bee I promise you can go like that you aren't a whore" Erik said to you, your tears no longer threatening to come out.

You both headed to the car and the Udaku sibblings followed behind, shuri looked you up and down Before smacking your ass when the older brothers arent looking.

"SHURI-"

you yelped and the men turned around looking like someone was about to be murdered, both of them reaching for their hips, shuri motioned for them not to and you didnt understand why.

"sorry saw a spider" the two tall dudes sighed shaking their heads "dont do that shit again unless you want us to make sure someones not breathing anymore" said T'challa shaking his head getting in the drivers seat after unlocking one of his many cars, but he only used this one for school. you reached for shuris' hand but she shook her head " youre big now, you dont need to hold my hand" She obviously teased,

You just got in the backseat of the car with shuri, the two men sitting up front. you thought about what she had said, it made you upset either way, but you shook your head listening to one of your second favorite songs

SHURI POV

she looked at instagram going to her dms, seeing one unread dm from Riri, a close friend of hers, they werent at all interested in eachother but here and there theyd joke like they were.

She looked at the previous convo trying to remember what and who they were talking about and why, these two werre notorius shit talkers, but aint nobody stopped them, even if they can they cant.

Ohhh... she thought ttyping fast with her digits trying to carry on with the conversation hoping Riri isnt mad,Not that Shuri needs her, she js enjoys her prescense as a friend, she held Riri dearly to her.

She rolled her eyes turning her phone off, Shuri knew Riri was just concerned about Y/n, after all the school they go to is fucked up, but its the closest and least expensive one.

T'challa pulled up to the school everyone but Y/n getting out, Shuri decided to show out and open y/ns door helping her out the car. She held her hand as they walked into ths school, everyone looking Y/n up and down

"Why are they looking at me shuri.." she said to shuri in a whisper, "well maybe because youre a woman thats fine as fuck coming to a bigass school, and holding my hand?" Y/n bobbed for the answer and got the wrong apple, Shuri took the ' sarcastic asshole ' response in return for a dumb question.

T'challa pov

"You two already got your schedule right?" T'challa said turning to them, hoping to god they didnt forget the schedules at home or theyre gonna have to drive back. Even if T' challa seemed to be some ' big scary gangsta ' as titled by peers. He rather not be late to class.

"yeah, i got me and i put Y/n's schedule in her purse so we good." Erik said, T'challa got closer to erik when he pulled schedule out, shit was so crumbled you could barely read the words on there. "My nigga what the FUCK is this??" t'challa looked at him with his signature look on his face.

"Bro leave me alone i was rushing" said Erik looking back at him as if he got hit in the head with a hot comb. they both broke out into laughter not being able to take looking at eachother like that. "anyways we got the same schedule, what about you two?" T'challa looked at the girls who were already gone.

"did they ju- " T'challa turned to erik and he nodded, both of them shook their head in sync. "kids these days.."he said causing erik to chuckle.

They hated eachother but still kept the unremovable bond of their good friendship, who even knows why they arent actually friends anymore. The tale is like a mystery to people. Neither T'challa or Erik open up about it, but only shuri and the udaku sibblings mother Ramonda knew.

homeroom period bell rings

Y/N pov

She sat by Shuri and her friend Riri we met while walking around,both were on each sides of me and it mad me feel safe, she adjusted her braclets bracelets, some teachers gave her work the students were already working on,i only had gotten it due to the fact that shes a " hard worker".

Riri nudged me motioning me to pull my jacket up and cover my chest, I raised my eyebrows looking down, shit...she left hickeys on my chest you thought to yourself zipping up your jacket "Thanks Riri..." you smiled at her and she gave you a fist bump. "its nothin, a sista helps a sista out" she said as the bell rang your homeroom teacher coming in, damn she was fine.

RIRI POV

Shuri better not let this one go, i actually like her. She sighed to herself after fist-bumping her, Watching Miss Romanoff come in Rolling her eyes, she desperately loathed that woman with everything in her damn body.

“Good morning class we have a new student today, could you stand up” said Natasha,Riri glanced at her and she got up walking to the front,

I dont got a good feelin about this, She looked at shuri and shuri nodded feeling the exact feelings

Y/n POV

She got up, coming to the front of the classroom waiting for it to go silent. She gave her usual pretty smile. “ Hello im Y/n L/n and i hope this school treats me right”. She was going for her seat before Romanoff said something.

“ any facts? Like your family or you” She said to Y/n as she sat down, she looked at shuri before looking at riri, both of them shook their heads. “I Rather not, thats not anyones buisness in here anyway” you shrugged sitting back down, finishing the papers you had gotten.

Romanoff's eyebrow raised before she went to her desk handing you a paper and book. Youd put it aside before putting the papers in youur pink folder putting it in your folder.

you felt eyes on you, when you turned you looked at a white boy with brown hair and dark eyes trying to uncover who you are.

But his friend next to him calling him, causing the boy to look away.

You raised an eyebrow at his actions, a weird one you thought. Maybe he wanted to play a game, but you werent interested in some white boy with a staring problems games.

After class

you and your two friends left first standing by the lockers and talking about what had happened, shuri paid attention to your body language taking note of Peter, if he made you uncomfy she would do something about it, if he didn't then he was fine.

“Yeah, the weird guy? Peter, he’s usually talking to ned in their world, I don't know what's up with me today.” Riri said shrugging it off, you dismissed it too not caring about him either way, shuri looked at Peter and ned while you two talked. “I just find it weird that the nigga was staring at me like I'm the Mona Lisa,” you said uncomfy with what he did. “Hold that thought” riri and shuri went over to the two guys.

you were on your phone as you suddenly looked up seeing two red marks on peters face.

Shuri POV

She was paying attention to her friends body language “I just find it weird that the nigga was staring at me like I'm the Mona Lisa,” said y/n shifting her body showjng she was uncomfy. almost immediantly the two girls looked at eachother nodding oou im gonna beat this dough boy colored bitches ass. shuri thought " hold that thought" she said as she moved off the wall going over to Peter and ned, they wanted nothing with ned he was cool for now.

"What the fuck is your problem," Riri said staring up at Peter. She didn't care at all about the height difference in height, after all the bigger they are the harder they fall. Riri put her finger in the middle of his chest roughly pressing it against the middle as if it was a knife. “So you just gon’ creep my friend out and stare at her? We know the shit you're trying to pull Peter and stop digging for shit you shouldn't even know” said shuri spitting venom at the male before giving him a big smack to the face

“Hey man in sorry for him, he was j-” ned tried to defend his friend but Riri interrupted him "Shut the fuck up ned, this dont involve you" she stared at him as if the poor boy committed an act of murder to her friend. "if you wanna keep ya girl mj, even if that bitch is yours, leave Y/n alone" said Shuri walking away with Riri.

"does she even know why shes not at that school anymore? or about the shit both of your familys do huh?" Peter said as he was trying to anger Shuri and Riri more. “Its none of her buisness” said shuri as they kept walking .

“What does he-”dont worry about it” Shuri interrupted as they continued walking, Y/n looked at them before catching up to the others

LATER

Y/n pov

you sat on the bleachers watching the two play basketball for gym class recording it to watch later on my camera, when the bell rang shuri lifed her shirt whiping her sweat off, her sports bra and v line showing, along with the lovebites and kisses from lastnight on her body. you stopped filming putting the camera in your purse staring at her body.

"you like her ? " a voice said to her causing her to jump, her purse being sent all the way to shuri from her jumping so much . you turned around looking at the pretty girl beside of you "kiana" she said to you, her name so you nodded saying yours "Y/n" you said smiling to her. Her entourage was behind her watching the two of her “oou shes pretty... Is that Shuri's girlfriend?” said one of the girls “Thats Mariana, ignore her” you nodded “so what was your question” you adjusted yourself looking at Kiana, you weren't scared of her and you knew what she was trying to do. “a statement actually, You shouldn't like shuri, shes like of dem playgirls” she looked at your hickeys and kisses shuri left on you. You nodded getting up “mmh. Kiana rii? Yeah. Just because you were one of her hoes or rejected by her, dont mean you get you and ur friends to scare me away from my childhood bestie, i know her more then you ever would” you declared showing no form of emotion, Riri and Shuri called for you as they came out the lockerooms.

“It's ‘ight, she doesn't like fat bitches ‘nyway,” said Mariana, causing you to turn around and stare “ that's crazy becausee... She didnt say that last night. “ you shrugged it off walking past your bag, and giving shuri a little kiss on the lips, you dont know what fueled you but you did it anyways.

“What's with the sudden kiss?” shuri stared then looked up to see Kiana and Mariana then back to y/n who bent down to pick her bag up causing her to stare.

“Mmh y/n..” she stared for the longest time before smacking it, loud enough for the gym to hear. You flinched turning to shuri with a face red as a tomato. “Payback” she’d say smiling, Mariana and Kiana walked over to shuri putting their arms around her.

“Hey, baby. Why are you fucking around with someone like her I thought you liked us” Mariana said her acrylics Circling them on her chest. Shuri smiled at her getting lost in the momment " you know its not like that ma im up for anyone i can do what i want, nobody gon' hold me down anytime soon." she used the same nickname and voice she used for you. "shuri." said riri and kiana hushed her.

you had a “ did this bitch really just...” face on offended at how your two faced friend was acting"Nah Riri let's go. let shuri fuck around with her hoes like she always does" Youd say leaving and not waiting for riri, the bell rang for lunch, you were hurt bad.

Riri POV

" you said you wouldnt play her Shuri, i knew you were a damn lie" Riri said spitting venom at her as she got her bag leaving " like you said her soft ass wasnt gonna last here" Riri turned around staring up at shuri. "yknow what.." she clocked both of the thots on shuris dead in the nose. " fuck you and your thots, you know i dont fuck with this playgirl shit" she said leaving.

Riri saw the girls go the same way y/n went as she looked both at Kiana and Mariana "oou im sick of yall." she ran after them following them to the bathroom

Shuri looked at the two , realising what she did and said was wrong, "fuck." she sighed movinf past them and going to the lunchroom to get Erik.

Riri on the other hand came in the bathroom seeing the other 4 girls bang on the stall Y/n was in . she heard her crying and hyperventilating, she was havinqg "either yall gon' get the fuck out or im airing this bitch out right now." Riri reached for under her shirt, the girls stopped running out as she sighed, sitting by the stall

"Hey Y/n you 'ight ?" she leaned against the stall listening to her cry." Shuri probably didnt mean it, she was lo- " she got interrupted by the sounds of her throwing up and the toilet flushing. soon y/n came out, sitting on the counter in the bathroom.

" im Fine, i know sex doesnt mean you love them its whatever, we were drunk" y/n said i saw her try to keep a straight face, but she failed crying her eyes out again, her makeup was ruined, you signed hugging her, she burried her head into riri's shoulder as she patted and rubbed y/n's back to soothe her. "lets get you prettied up again yeah?" said Riri as she used makeup wipes from her gym bags cleaning y/n's face. "you know how to do make up?" Y/n sniffled asking you. "girl hell yeah i do? ion got lucious lashes like you do but shiit i got the falsies that look like yours. I wish i had your features" Riri said with a smile, doing y/n's makeup for her.

"Why'd you say that? youre so pretty and strong Ri, and you stand up for your friends ." She smiled. wow shes so pretty, why does she play games with shuri.. id deffinently treat her right. Riri shook her head as she didnt know why she had these thoughts, she wasnt going to act on it either, shes not that kind of person. "thanks." she smiled

Y/n pov

She was so nice to me and i dont know why, Riri turned my face to the mirror, i smiled seeing my new makeup i hopped down giving her a kiss on her head hugging her . " thank you so much Ri!"

Erik, T'challa and Shuri came busting in and we both sighed turning to them. "what the hell happened in here?" T'challa said , Shuri looked at you hoping you returned contact, still hurt by what you said you didnt look at her. your focus was on T'Challa, " nothing. it isnt important " you said turning back to them going back to talking yo Riri.

Erik came over putting his hand on your shoulder, thinking its shuri's you smack it off turning around " the fuck do you want?? didnt you already do en- you turned to eriks face staring you dead in the eyes. " Were serious y/n. what the fuck happened." He said trying to intimidate the answers out of you, well not trying you already are.

"If i said its nothing then its nothing micheal! im sure you know because the captain of hoes over there already ran her mouth. instead of fucking helping me from her sillicone dick crazed hoes." you screamed starting to go off because you were getting overstimulated. "i dont need a damn knight right now because i got fucked over five minutes ago just because one of Shuri's crazy ass fans" you pushed past them leaving , you decided to hide in the darker part of the schools library.

The lights were busted here, you curled up into a ball sighing, your eyes felt heavy, and behan to close, eventually closing for a good time.

you got woken up by someone moving your head to their lap, you open your eyes trying to see who it was shuri. you were too tired to argue so you just sat up sighing.

"what time is it," you asked her as she looked at you, she had a look you saw the look on her face that you never saw throughout the 13 years you knew her. "its 4th period, almost over but why the hell are you hiding here." said shuri looking at me with a cigarette in her mouth.

“Number one.” you said as you took the cigarette from her mouth. Stomping on it, "two if you wanna talk to me do it respectfully" you straddled her lap looking her in the eyes you got close to her almost close enough to kiss her " you can speak now, and dont use nicknames" you said crossing your arms.

Shuri Pov

Shuri blew the smoke away from your face fanning it before diverting her attention back to you " why are you jealous if we arent dating" i said rasing a brow trying to get the answers out of her

Y/n hesitated before huffing, her cold breath blowing on my face. " Because you make my heart race, you give me butterflies and just make me wanna do things to you.. " she got close to my lips and my heart began to race, but she pulled away, her eyes looking at me full of lust and anger. " then why dont you act on them ma." i said smirking knowing that'd set her her off.

"I said no names," Y/n said yanking my hair back and causing me to look up. "you already pissed me off acting like a player, I know damn well you arent one" she’d positioned herself to be looking down at me. “ i want you to myself shuri, im not sharing you, i want you to give in “ she said, her lips kissing mine.

her lips went to attack my neck leaving love bites, and bite marks. The arousal this woman is causing me will be the death of me, part of me wants to make her work, and another just wants her so bad, but i deffinently cant do this relationshp shit, its scary.

“How about you work for it? Yeah?” i said mocking her but Y/N absolutely didnt like that,she yanked my hair causing me to moan. “Okay okay, fuckbuddies yeah? How about tha -

“stop fucking talking.” she took my shirt off of me. She sucked and kissed my collar bone causing tiny moans to escape my mouth, her tongue swirled and flicked on my nipples, and I heard the librarian nearby. Oh fuck. Please baby don't do this right now. “Shut the fuck up then” Y/n whispered before going back to attacking my breasts, her fingers sliding to my pussy, her digits Massaging my clit in a circular motion.

god damn she was so sexy like this. I moaned in her ear causing her to bite my nipple, the pain causing my pussy to get wetter, her fingers entered my pussy fingering me nice and slow, the squelching being able to be heard.

Shuri tried to speak but got interrupted by Y/n’s thumb rubbing her clit in circular motions, She felt so good right now, Finally, y/n would let go of Shuri's hair .

Peter and neds voice was heard and that made y/n smile, “ma, no. We can continue late-” she whispered to the angered y/n pulling her pants down. She yoinked her panties down not even giving shuri a second to speak, immediately eating her pussy out. She blew cold air against Shuri's’s pretty soaked cunt, she used her tongue to explore her pretty cunny(cunt,pussy). Shuri gasped for air her hips rocking against her face riding her high.

Peter and Ned slowly got closer and closer. “Baby I'm gonna cum fuck, please me just like that I'm so proud of you” Shuri would say keeping their eye contact with y/n. “mmh cum in my mouth, please i wanna taste you “ said Y/n.

Shuri bit her lips as she squirted in Y/ns mouth,Shuri panted then moaned louder when y/n was licking her clean.

Y/n licked my thighs clean before fixing my pants and underwear, i stood up fixing it myself.

“do you forgive me?” Y/n Nodded turning to shuri “cmon were gonna be late” i said going down the stairs holding her hand.

Y/n pov

I smiled to myself, that didnt settle the jealously but i knew I did what those hoes couldn't. Pride filled my stomach as we went down the stairs facing Ned and Peter who had shocked faces on.

“well.. We were sent to look for you” said ned beginning to turn around to the entrance of the library, walking away.

Peter sighed rubbing his temples. “in a school...” he said with disappointment in his voice Shaking his head “could you two like?? Not wait to fuck at home?” he said stating the fact that we have a problem.

"you mad i got to her first peter?" said Shuri getting in his face. "see thats your problem. you assume i want her because i was staring, i was only doing so because shes pretty and i was curious" said peter looking down at shuri.

"So you hit him for no reason Shuri?" I said turning to her with an eyebrow raised. "well he made my friend uncomfy, so i fixed it Udaku style fym?" she said acting as if she didnt assault a man because he made me uncomfy. i shook my head .

"well we gotta go peter last period of the day." i said skipping on to the next class.

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CLASS STARTS

I wrote notes down in my notebook for history, since its black history month today they were studying Marsha p. Johnson, i paid close attention the whole class.

i had sat next to erik,shuri and riri. T'challa didnt have this class anymore since he passed the test with full credit.

Erik had his glasses on since we sat far and he needed to see desperately, sometimes I’d et him copy my notes as long as he changed it up, Mariana and Kiana came in with busted noses and black eyes.

my phone dinged and in sync we all checked the gc.

i looked at riri and she whistled looking at the sky, we all laughed as the bell rang, all of us going outside to the car.

Eventually we made it home in time for my rest,i went on the steps and felt shuri turn me around giving me a deep and long kiss. evemtually i pulled away before it lead to anything else due to me being tired. "thanks ma, for coming back" she smiled smacking my ass before she left.

i smiled at her watching her till she went inside, going inside myself getting ready to sleep

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The Fix (part 6)

Previously on The Fix….(click here for part 5)

“I think…..I think I l…..”

You turned around to face him with a puzzled expression, gazing into his eyes.

“You think you what?”

T’Challa shook his head and kissed your forehead. “Nothing. Just go on and be with him. That’s what you’ve wanted all along.” He managed to plaster a fake smile on his face. You weren’t really buying it but figured you had to. You said goodbye and walked out of the door. As you walked away from his office, you felt yourself tearing up and didn’t know why. What was the problem? You’ve gotten what you wanted, right?

Then why aren’t you happy about it?

************

You were back with Aaron. That’s what you wanted for so long. He was somewhat being more attentive than he was before. It felt like he was trying to redeem himself for the past shittiness. Your relationship was better now. You should be happier now.

But you weren’t.

You still thought about T’Challa. When Aaron was kissing you, you were lowkey wishing it was T’Challa’s lips. When he was hugging you, you wished it was T’Challa’s arms around you.

You missed him.

You hated to admit it, but you did.

Was it guilt because you were in a committed relationship, thinking about another man? Or was it regret that you took Aaron back?

No. You wanted him. Aaron was your man and has always been your man. This was inevitable, and both you and T’Challa knew it.

Should you tell Aaron? Should you tell Aaron you cheated? Well, you didn’t cheat cheat, but you technically did. You gotta be honest with him. You can’t start this new relationship, especially since he’s improving himself for you. It’s only right.

Yeah, sure, bitch. You’re just hoping when you tell him, he leaves you alone for good so you can have T’Challa, all to yourself and guilt-free.

You winced at your brain. No, that’s not it. He deserves the truth. I would want him to tell me if he messed with another girl during our break.

LOL, so you can have an excuse to end it? So transparent.

Shut the fuck up, brain.

You finally got out of your head and glanced at your phone. It was almost 6, meaning Aaron was on his way over here. To study, of course. One would think after a long separation, you two would be at it like fucking rabbits. Granted, on your end, your needs were being more than fulfilled, but him? You weren’t sure, but then again, he swears he was faithful. It’s a shame you couldn't say the same.

Maybe Aaron wasn’t attracted to you anymore. No, that’s ridiculous. He wouldn’t have come back. You two were kinda starting over, so maybe he wanted to take it slow, which you were grateful for, lowkey.

A sharp knock on your dorm door shook you out of your thoughts. That must be him. You opened the door to see your boyfriend giving you a small smile. You failed to return it as he pulls you in for a quick hug and stepped aside to let him inside. He started to talk a bit about his day, but you weren't listening, and you felt bad that you weren’t listening, but you needed to get this off your chest.

“Aaron…we need to talk. Well, I need to talk, and you need to listen, then decide what you wanna do afterward. I just need to get this off my chest.” You blurted out, interrupting his rambling. He looked confused, taking a seat at your desk. In the look of confusion, worry seeped through. It seemed like he was panicking on the inside, but doing a good job to look calm. He was doing a good job, but you could read people easily.

He’s probably worried that you're breaking up with him.

You wanted to sigh. You weren’t, but after this, you were sure he was gonna want to break up for good.

You sat on your twin xl bed, facing him with a sincere expression. “There’s no easy way to say this, Aaron. But I have to. I had sex with someone else during our break. I’m so sorry, but I have to be honest with you.”

Your boyfriend blinked a few times and let out a deep sigh. “Um, so there was another guy?”

It was your turn to be confused. “Yes, there was, but I promise I ended it when you came back. I feel bad, but you were gone and dodging me, and I know that’s not an excuse but-“

“Y/N…it’s cool.”

You could’ve sworn a record scratch played in your head. He wasn’t mad.

“Huh?” Your eyebrows furrowed with your head tilted. Aaron let out a dry chuckle at your expression.

“Yeah, well, I ain’t really happy that you did that, but I guess I deserved it for abandoning you.”

You felt like you were dreaming. Is this real? Is he being serious or sarcastic? Was he gearing up to break up with you viciously? What was his angle here?

You shot up out of bed like a Jack in the box. “Where is Ashton Kutcher with the cameras?!”

“What?”

You got close to him. “Aaron, I CHEATED on you, and you’re ok with that?!”

He groaned in response, which caused you to raise an eyebrow, skeptical.

“I told you! I ain’t happy about it, but we were on a break, and you were honest. Girl, what do you want? You want me to scream at you? To break up with you?”

You were taken aback by this because what did you want him to do? You weren’t sure, but damn, it felt like he didn’t really care. You told T’Challa you were breaking up y’all’s situation-ship, and he seemed distraught. Your fucking boyfriend, on the other hand, finds out you fucked another man, and he acts as if you told him you lost his pencil or something.

Hell, you were beginning to think you would get more of a reaction if you lost his damn pencil!

However, the crazy thing is, you were somewhat relieved he didn’t blow up on you. It was a mix of emotions, and you were overall annoyed with it.

“So I fucked another man, multiple times, and it was GOOD, I mean really -“

Aaron’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Alright, you’re doing a lot. I feel like you want me to break up with you.”

You got mute, but after a while, managed to squeak out. “Well, are you?”

He finally stood up and took your hands. “No, babe. I meant it when I said I wanted us back. I can’t sit here and act like you weren't gonna meet and like other guys during our break. Like I said before, I ain’t thrilled about it, but it happened. We just gotta push through.”

You raised an eyebrow again. “Did you meet and like other girls? Because you’re surprisingly so understanding about this.”

He let out another chuckle. “I told you I was working on me during our break.”

You allowed yourself to crack a small smile. “I guess you really did.” You leaned in to kiss his lips, and after a few seconds, you both pulled away.

“I really am sorry. I never meant to hurt you. For real.”

“I know you are. Now come on, let’s study.”

Aaron was at your dorm for maybe an hour before he had to go. You barely studied, but it’s ok. You could do it later. It was a little past 7. Still kind of early. You resolved things with Aaron, and you had a nagging feeling that you should resolve things with T’Challa. You haven’t talked to him since that day. It didn’t seem like anything was bad between you guys, but you still felt a pressing urge to see him. You decided to pop up, so he wouldn’t reject you.

You got dressed in a simple, casual outfit and walked to his apartment. You remembered the number and made your way to his door. You hesitated to knock because what if he really didn’t want to see you?

You didn’t get the chance to knock because the door swung open, and there was T’Challa, clad in his black v-neck t-shirt and grey sweatpants. It took everything, and I mean, everything for you not to look down. He was stunned to see you, and you gave a shy smile.

“Hi. I’m sorry for just dropping in on you, but can we talk? Please?”

Unbeknownst to you, he wanted to smile at you, but couldn’t. In all honesty, his heart was happy to see you, but his brain was angry at your audacity to show up at his apartment after breaking his heart. But with those eyes of yours, he just wanted to give you whatever you wanted. The problem was…you wouldn’t let him.

T’Challa finally mustered up some words for you. “Y/N, now is not a good time.”

You felt defeated, but you should’ve expected that answer.

“I get it, but I just wanted to say-“

“Hey, T'challa, where’d you get that soap-“ a girl popped up from where his bathroom was, and her eyes fell on you. You recognized her. Nadia Richardson. She was a girl you had class with a few times, and let’s just say the classes weren’t the only easy things.

Don’t get it twisted. You were very hoe-positive and not a slut shamer, but this slut needed to be shamed. She flirted and ended up sleeping with many men on campus, single, married, in a relationship, you name it. She didn’t care who she was sleeping with. She was an attractive woman and felt like everyone deserved a piece of it.

And it seemed like T’Challa was one of them. Her first professor. She must be fucking ecstatic.

“Oh hey! I recognize you! Y/N, right? We had classes together!” Nadia must’ve seen the expression on your face and giggled. “Oh, this isn’t what this looks like! He was helping me with these upcoming finals! I was a mess, but he really fixed me!”

She was grinning now as if she was mocking you. Your blood began to boil, and you sprinted away from his door.

“Did I say something wrong?” You heard Nadia ask as you ran away.

You couldn’t believe this. He really was fucking her?!?! A student? So quick after you two ended?! You felt like you couldn’t breathe with how furious you were. Hot tears were pricking your eyes as you continued to stomp away from that disgusting display. You fucking knew it. He was some sick professor that preyed on students, and your dumbass fell prey to him.

You were not aware T’Challa had chased after you until you were finally outside, and he grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him. He had been calling your name the whole time, but you couldn’t hear in all the anger.

“Y/N! Will you please calm down?!”

You pulled away from him roughly and gave him a huge shove to his chest.

“CALM DOWN?!?!! YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN WHEN YOU GOT SOME BITCH FROM CAMPUS IN YOUR APARTMENT?!”

“Y/N, lower your voice please let me exp-“

You shoved him again, this time, the hot tears fell. “I KNEW YOU WERE A DIRTY DICK PROFESSOR THAT WAS OVER HERE PREYING ON STUDENTS! YOU WERE GIVING HER THE FIX TOO, I SEE!”

Now T’Challa was mad. “HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND, WOMAN?!”

You sarcastically laughed. “Oh yes! But I FUCKING FOUND IT! I should’ve never fucked your nasty ass!”

You turned on your heel to storm off, but he prevented that by grabbing your wrist roughly. You looked in his eyes, and you could’ve sworn you had never seen him that pissed before. You almost swallowed nervously.

“I did not fuck that woman! But even if I had, that is none of your concern! You ended our relationship to be with your boyfriend, correct?! So why are you still concerned about me?! Why did you even come here?!”

You finally swallowed and pulled your arm again, with no success. “I wanted to fucking talk to you! I didn’t wanna be on bad terms with you-“

“WELL, WE ARE. UNDERSTAND?! YOU CAN NOT BREAK MY HEART, AND COME BACK HERE AND EXPECT ME TO ASSOCIATE WITH YOU! HOW INCREDIBLY SELFISH ARE YOU?!?!”

That was it. He finally burst. You were still trying to register what he just said to you. Break his heart?

T’Challa’s face softened, and he loosened the grip he had on your wrist.

“I loved you. Loved you more than he did. I did everything I could to show you that I loved you, but you wanted him. I would have given you the world if you asked me to, Y/N. But you did not want the world from me. You wanted it from him. Even after you wounded me with your actions and now your words, I still love you.”

You don’t know what possessed you to do this, but you did it. You slapped him. Right across the face. You did it hard as hell too. He was shocked by your action. You were somewhat shocked by your action.

“You’re a fucking liar.” You hissed venomously. “You don’t fucking love me. You ran into that hoe’s arms right after I left! And now you wanna say you love me?!”

T’Challa‘s anger came back. “What are you doing here, really? Wanting to talk to me?! As if you care about me?! As if you love me?!”

“I DO! I FUCKING DO!” You shouted out, shocking him and yourself. It felt like something that was waiting to burst out of you, and it finally did. You felt relief, but you were still so fucking mad at him.

He finally let your wrist go completely. “I see I am not the only fucking liar here.”

His words cut deep. You were hurt. He denied your love, but hell, you did the same thing, so how could you really talk?

More tears fell, and you wiped them away, quickly. You took a deep breath and chuckled dryly.

“You know what? Go to hell and take that fucking slut with you.” You spat and turned to storm away, but you turned back to let out one more thing before completely walking away.

“And you’re right. I am a liar. Because I fucking hate you.”

You didn’t know when you got back to your dorm, but you did. Through the tears you sobbed while walking, you managed to make it to your dorm safely. You hated him, but you loved him. You love him. It took a minute to realize, but you did. If anything, you’ve been in denial about it because Aaron was all you knew. How could you let go of all you knew?

Maybe you held onto the thing making you sad because once upon a time, it made you happy.

You fucked up. You hurt T’Challa and yourself by being an absolute fuck up. In reality, you didn’t deserve him. You clearly weren’t the type of girl he should love. Maybe he’ll find love with Nadia, and she’ll finally sit her lil nasty ass down. You had it coming.

You were scared to love him, and now you lost him.

Amid your sobbing and wallowing, you finally noticed your group chat had messages and, before you could read them, Melanie was calling you.

“HOE!!!” She screamed as soon as you answered the phone. You wanted to smile, but you couldn’t.

“What’s up?”

“Were you not looking at the group chat?! Bitch, we're about to go to this party at GSU. You down?!”

You shook your head as if she could see you. “I don’t think so. I’m not really up to partying.”

“Come on, bitch! Let’s go! We gotta party one time before we really gotta focus on finals! We deserve it! Besides, doesn’t your boo go here?”

She’s right. Finals was about to whoop our ass, and Aaron did go to GSU, the college thirty minutes away from yours. Fuck it. Let’s party and see your actual man instead of thinking about that stupid man you still love.

You got off the phone to get cute, and your friends came to get you an hour later. When you arrived at the party, it was loud and looked fun as fuck. Once you walked, Mel immediately went up to a guy, and Cass went to go get a drink. Ari stayed with you, being just as asocial and anxious as you are. Soon after, a man asked Ari to go dance, and she looked at you for permission. You silently gave it to her, and she went on her way. Now you were alone. You sighed deeply. This was trash. You should’ve stayed in your dorm. You really weren’t in the mood to party.

A minute or two later, You decided to follow Cass’s lead and go get a drink. Maybe you just needed a drink or 2 or 5 or 10. You didn’t see Cass where the drinks were. You shrugged this off and continued getting a drink. As you were sipping, the three stooges ran up to you, with calm but panicked looks on their faces. What was going on?

“Hey, this party is actually wack. I think we should go.” Mel stated as the rest of them agreed with her easily. What the fuck is their problem?

“Yeah, it’s a Friday night. There’s probably another party we can go to.” Cass chimed in.

You looked at all three suspiciously. “What’s wrong with you guys? Your niggas did something?” You snorted before taking another sip.

“No, but yours did,” Ari mumbled under her breath, causing the other two to hit her. You didn’t hear her though.

“What?”

“Nothing, sweetie. We should just go!” Mel attempted to push you out of the kitchen while Cass and Ari followed behind. Once you almost made it to the front door, you glanced to your right, and think it was the alcohol affecting you, but you only had one drink. Were you drugged?

“Hey guys. Is it just me, or is that Aaron kissing a man?” You questioned, giggling at how ridiculous that might’ve sounded. When your three friends stopped, hung their heads in defeat, and sighed, right then and there, you knew you weren’t drugged. The alcohol wasn’t affecting you, and what you were seeing was real life.

“You guys…Why the FUCK is Aaron kissing a man?”

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A/N: uh oh! Did anyone see that coming? I know I did because I am the author 😇 I do wanna make a few things clear:

I do not condone homophobia so please know this isn’t the direction I am going in with this story. Reader will NOT be homophobic, and I’m trying my absolute best to make sure she doesn’t come across as so.

This bombshell moment has always been intended since the beginning of this story. It's not something I threw in for the hell of it lol. If you reread the parts and even this chapter, the hints were there!

That fight between you and T’Challa was whew! But let’s see how and if we come back from this! 😉

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Ok, So I’m kinda new to the BP fandom but I’m not new to BP in general, and I want to get to know all the other people known to the fandom, How do I start??? I also have a book that I want to publish on her that I already have on Wattpad, Should I do it?

(P.S. This man is toooo fine 😩😩😩)

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TROUBLE- part II

Part 1 Word Count: 1.2k Warning: smut

They were in the kind of frenzy that they hadn't been in since their teenage years, when it was their first time getting into it.

When they looked back upon it, it was uncannily similar to the first time: when an eighteen-year-old T'Challa bent over the naked silhouette of Nakia, gazing into her eyes with an ocean of words behind his, as their hips moved into each other in a trance-like tandem.

Nakia could remember the high-pitched grunts and low moans that burst through his clenched teeth back then, as he experienced another body for the first time. Her skin had been burning with an invisible fire, her nerves tingling each time his erratic thrusts rubbed against her spot. Her hands had roamed over his chest, then: and had traveled further down still... feeling his back and gripping his hips. Dipping down her own trove to pleasure herself at the same time.

Excitement, apprehension, and arousal had consumed her mind, not unlike what was happening right now.

It was easy for her to visualize T'Challa's buttocks, now free of the wraparound (which lay flung over her chair) flexing and clenching their juicy muscle, as they pistoned his hips into her. He was mindful enough to lift her an inch off the mattress, so that her cuts didn't rub the wrong way.

He led the pace: steady, but gentle. Enough to bump her spots but lacking in the right pressure. Such a tease.

"Ahhh...mm.."

Nakia's soft groans were music to the King's ears, but he could hear the caution she pressed on herself to avoid calling him any of the names that would usually spill from her lips once his dick was inside her. They were still friends, not with anything acknowledgeable between them.

"T'Challa....!"

"Hmm...?" His husky voice rang out from the soft contour of her clavicle as her body moved to his rhythm.

"Ohhh..."

The King emerged, glowing. "What is it?"

Nakia observed the sweaty sheen: as the Black Panther, his stamina was not the cause of perspiring so early into their love-making. It was his passionate heat.

"C'mere," The War Dog groaned as she touched foreheads with him and pulled him into a lustful kiss. Their tongues played with each other and their breath was one for a moment, before T'Challa pulled back. Nakia knew why he did: even in their desperately detached state, they found ways to touch the other's soul, awakening the wounds that they were trying to cover with their very act.

It almost felt like they were high-schoolers, long before they were pleasantly surprised by T'Chaka heartily accepting Nakia as his son's potential consort. Despite her lack of political placement in her tribe: something that was often looked for in the people married into the Royal family. It felt like a time when their love was almost forbidden, and not something that would be allowed to continue beyond some nights.

Back then, it was his father's expectations. But now, it was them.

They couldn't get too close, as much as they were each other's mooring: some ropes can pull you in too hard.

So they settled for the more whorish sides to sex. Needless to say, it was something that T'Challa excelled in.

Nakia gasped and dug her nails into his back as she began riding her third orgasm with the King, who hadn't come yet.

His arm still heroically held her away from the sheet, but his hips pounded into her with a vengeance that could almost let her taste the frustration and rage swirling in his mind. But her head was at a point where it couldn't care about anything except the sweet thrill of surfing down the choppy wave he was leading her towards.

"AAAaahhh! Bast! Ndiyacela..." She froze up and quietened for a second as it crashed over her. T'Challa's face was all in hers as he too let out a low moan, holding her softly jerking body against his own. His other arm anchored powerfully into the sheets as he slowly stroked his hips forward to ease the pleasure over her pussy... before returning to his grind.

slap!slap!slap!slap!slap!-

The War Dog sighed in satiation, in contrast to the hungry beast her friend had become while chasing his own tide. In her calmer state, she could see T'Challa's fleshy buttocks jiggling with the harmonic force he applied down front: and her contracting walls was what finally got him to the edge-

His entire, sinewy frame stiffened and quivered. Nakia couldn't feel the gushing release thanks to the condom he had slipped on out of diplomacy, but since it didn't matter between two tied and tested hoes:

"Yintoni...?" He whispered in half rapture and confusion as she lightly pushed him away, straightening up in the sheets.

She didn't answer, instead, taking his pulsing member in her hand and slipping the sheath off. T'Challa obliged her, gasping as she pumped him through his continuing orgasm. The white pearls stood out against her earthy complexion, as more spilled onto her thighs, neck and chin. The King was speechless, only bringing his dick closer over her face to watch the drops splatter on it as he gazed deep into her eyes.

Nakia's mischievous hands had now travelled behind him, massaging the alluring masses that were his cheeks, and spanking them as he spent his final bursts. He groaned in reply, smirking a little after a long while of furrowing his brow with his every emotion. His head rolled back as his breathing slowed down; the lady still held the softening length in her hand, admiring the bulbous pink head that she didn't get to see often these days...

Or would she?

The next day, Nakia woke up to an (annoyingly) tidied up dresser and an empty space in the bed, beside her. The dried semen stains on the sheets along with the throbbing in her hips was yet another sign that her ex had definitely been in there.

She sighed, resetting and getting ready for her last day home for some months.

5:00 AM was when T'Challa would usually hit the gym, and that was where she found her feet leading her. She didn't want to see him again, since he probably needed some space, but before she could turn back, she found herself right before him.

Seeing him sweaty and minimally clothed didn't really go with her plan of staying in focus, and he seemed to understand, by how he merely nodded respectfully in her direction like she was some elder councilor. She felt like giggling all of a sudden, as she watched him trying to avoid taking in the new, maroon, backless jumpsuit she was wearing that day.

He snapped his head back from where it had turned ever so slightly, but it was enough for Okoye, who stood by the gym's entrance, to know what exactly had happened last night.

They grinned at each other as they came closer. Okoye lifted an eyebrow.

"What are you up to now?" She greeted dryly.

"On my way to go through some missions..."

"Mhm? Sure you don't want to, uh... rest your back?" The General indicated her own back, feigning innocent concern to tease her friend.

"My back can take it, generalll..."

"It's just our ears that can't, Nakiaa..."

"Sounds like you have to sort it out with himmm, Okoyeeee"

"Mmh." She rolled her eyes. "I think you need to stay back. It would be of some help."

"And why is that?"

Okoye beckoned her forward and glanced around for any passers by. "That mercenary who we captured... didn't the King tell you anything about him?"

Nakia frowned, "No... is it of much concern?"

The Dora chewed her lip slightly. "I would be very concerned. Things just ... got a little more complicated."

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Longing, Chapter 11 - Eyes of the Father

Summary: Bucky is almost finished his treatment with the Wakandans and reconnects with Lacey to update her.

Length: 4.4 K

Characters: Bucky, Lacey, Shuri, T’Challa.

Warnings: none, except Bucky bristles at some assumptions about him.

<<Chapter 10

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The air was warm as he took in his first breath then Bucky opened his eyes. Unlike his other awakenings there were no memories that he could recall. It was just a transition between not aware and aware. As his eyes focussed he saw Shuri standing in front of him, along with several other people, one of whom was T'Challa. They were all smiling kindly at him and he raised himself away from the upright bed of the cryostasis chamber.

"Sergeant Barnes," said T'Challa. "How do you feel?"

Bucky flashed a smile to Shuri, as if his answer was a private joke between them. "Hungry, always hungry," he said. "But I feel good other than I have no memories from this cryostasis session." He nodded at the others. "This looks like a welcome party. I take it the treatment was successful?"

"We believe so," replied Shuri. "There is a test we will run while you are conscious but there is no rush to perform it. First you may wish to have a shower and change into something that isn't pyjamas. Then we will eat."

An attendant stepped forward and motioned for Bucky to follow him, to a shower room where he was asked if he needed help disrobing. Bucky declined his assistance and was left alone. With his one arm he pulled the undershirt off, then the bottoms and turned on the shower to a comfortably warm setting. For the longest time he stood under the warm water enjoying the sensation of it running down his body. Then he looked at the assortment of soaps and shampoos on the small alcove inside the shower stall. Picking out a shampoo he flipped open the top with his right hand, smelled it and poured some on his head. It foamed up beautifully even with only one hand to work it through. After rinsing and throwing his hand through his hair again to get it out of his face he grabbed a bar of soap and ran it over his body. Like the shampoo it foamed up well. When he felt clean he rinsed everything off and turned off the shower. Several large towels were on hooks just outside the shower and they absorbed the water as soon as they made contact with his skin. As best he could he used a towel to dry his hair.

Hanging the towels back on the hooks he stepped towards the vanity and looked in the mirror. Smirking at the wild man whose image looked back at him he grabbed a comb and ran it through his long locks, noticing they didn't get tangled. He would get a haircut sometime and shave that beard but it wasn't a priority just yet. A pair of briefs and an undershirt were folded neatly on the counter and he put them on. On a hook was another garment; black in colour, it was made of a fabric he wasn't familiar with but he put the trousers on and they readjusted to fit his body. He looked down, noticing they were a bit snug in the crotch, at least to his eye. Then he pulled the top on and saw it was a long sleeved tunic which was long enough to cover his crotch. Not that he was a modest man anymore, after years of being poked and prodded, but the trousers had shown more than he was used to showing. He noticed the left arm of the tunic was pinned so it was out of the way. A pair of sandals on the floor fit him perfectly and he opened the door to see the attendant waiting for him. He was escorted to a dining room where Shuri, T'Challa and several other people waited for him.

"The clothes fit you well?" asked T'Challa.

"Yes, thank you," replied Bucky. "They're comfortable."

"Good," replied the young prince. "James Barnes, may I present the Queen Mother Ramonda. She had a hand in planning your treatments although my sister Shuri did all the hard work."

"Just Bucky, please," he replied, bowing his head respectfully to the Queen.

His attention was taken by the presence of several women with shaved heads, all dressed alike in what looked like a ceremonial uniform. T'Challa noticed Bucky's glance and he brought him over to two of the women.

"These women are our personal bodyguards," he said. "They are called the Dora Milaje and their fighting skills are a match for any super soldier, yourself and myself included. Their General is Okoye, a most formidable warrior. Her Chief is Ayo, also a warrior of some renown. Ayo will test the success of our treatment in removing the activation words from your mind but there is no rush to do it. There has been a request for you to spar with the guard as they have studied videos of your fighting styles over the past year and believe you have techniques worthy to share."

Bucky bowed his head to them but wasn't sure he wanted to fight women. It went against everything he was raised with. Still, these were different times. The thought crossed his mind they may want to study his moves in case the treatment wasn't successful, at which point they would need to neutralize him if the Soldier reappeared. T'Challa led him to a table where, like before with Shuri, they could help themselves to whatever food they wished. He loaded up his plate, put it onto where he planned to sit, and went back for water. When he returned to the table he noticed T'Challa standing there eyeing the place Bucky chose to sit, his back to a corner, with the windows and entrances fully in his line of sight.

"You are in no danger here Sergeant Barnes," said T'Challa with a hint of amusement in his voice. "You may trust the Dora Milaje to keep you safe while you eat."

"Old habits die hard, Your Majesty," replied Bucky, noticing some glances between the Dora Milaje when he used the term. "Until I see them in action I prefer to keep myself safe."

T'Challa smiled and started eating. "Tell me about your life before World War II," he stated. "Where you are from, your family, your interests."

"There is still much I need to sort out," replied Bucky. "I was born in 1917, grew up in Brooklyn, where I met Steve. He was such a sickly kid and needed someone to watch out for him. I didn't like bullies so we became friends when I confronted some bullies who were bothering him. We did everything together; sneaking into the movies, going to Dodgers games, odd jobs, going to Coney Island."

"Your family?" asked T'Challa.

"Yeah, I had parents and a sister," said Bucky, his voice trembling slightly. "I'm glad they never knew what became of me."

He stopped eating for a moment, and looked away, swallowing down his grief.

"I'm sorry," said T'Challa. "Shuri tells me you have a son and his mother who waits for you."

"I didn't know about him until we were on our way to Siberia," replied Bucky. "Steve knew because Lacey asked him for help to protect Tommy, that's his name. I wanted to go back and make it right with her but then ...."

"Siberia happened," stated T'Challa. "You're an honourable man and I'm sure as soon as Shuri is satisfied she will release you to reunite with your family."

Bucky smiled slightly and kept eating, his thoughts on Lacey and Tommy now. "Will I be able to talk with them?" he asked Shuri. "I've missed two birthdays now by my reckoning."

"Of course," she assured him. "We did send him something, a tricycle, on your behalf. We found out who sent the play set but I think that is something Miss Williams wishes to share with you."

"Thank you, I appreciate that," replied Bucky gratefully.

"Tell me, Sergeant Barnes," said Shuri carefully. "Do you have any objection to living in one of our villages for a time? We still have much work to do on the prosthetic arm but need you nearby for adjustments and testing."

"How long is a time?" he queried.

"Hard to say," replied the Princess. "It could be several months. The sparring sessions could be set up during that time so you are not bored. Plus the chief of the village we are placing you in may ask for help with some things."

He gazed at Shuri for some time. "You want to observe me in a natural setting," he stated. "Perhaps to get me used to living with one arm in case the prosthetic doesn't work or if I reject it. The sparring is so that the Dora Milaje learn my fighting style. That way, when the test on the activation words is being performed they know how to neutralize me if the treatment doesn't work."

T'Challa looked appraisingly at Bucky then at his sister. "I told you that you should just tell him outright," he declared. "He's a smart man and has already been through much subterfuge. You may be a genius Shuri but you still have much to learn about people."

"I'm sorry Sergeant Barnes," said Shuri quickly. "I never meant to hide my process from you. It was a clumsy attempt at keeping you from feeling like a ... a..."

"Science experiment?" offered Bucky. "Most of my life I have been the experiment of several mad scientists. You are not mad but from now on I want full disclosure."

His voice indicated it wasn't a request or debatable. Shuri nodded, her manner indicating slight embarrassment. "Of course," she agreed. "The stay in the village is so that you become used to looking after yourself again. It is a working village so the chief may assign tasks to you such as farming, animal care, anything that you can contribute to the betterment of the village. The sparring is so the Dora Milaje can assess your fighting capabilities. I know as a man of the 1940s you may feel hesitant about fighting these women warriors. Don't be hesitant and don't hold back. My brother spars with them often and they can hold their own. My statement about the arm was true. It is a prototype and we are trying to restore as much normal function to you as we can while making the feel of it more natural. The shoulder prosthetic is also being built and that will require surgery to remove the last of the HYDRA components, plus some time for you to heal."

Bucky studied her face for a few moments and was satisfied she had told him everything. He turned back to his plate, finishing everything then stood up.

"I would like to call Lacey now," he declared.

T'Challa summoned a servant. "Show Sergeant Barnes to his quarters," he said. "My sister will bring the tablet to you. Sister, is there anything else that Sergeant Barnes needs?"

"Yes, his kimoyo bead bracelet," she replied. "I will bring it when I bring the tablet. I will be there shortly."

Bucky was escorted to a suite, comprised of an outer sitting room which led to a bedroom and full bathroom. He opened the closet to find an assortment of clothing for him to wear. He sat on the bed, expecting it to be soft but it was very firm and he smirked at whether it would be firm enough for him to sleep. Within a couple of minutes the door chimed.

"Come in," he said.

Shuri walked in with the tablet and a small container. He had a glimpse of Ayo outside the door and he looked at Shuri questioningly.

"I'm sorry, Ayo insisted," she said apologetically. "She will stay outside in the hallway."

"So the Dora Milaje still don't trust that I won't turn into the Winter Soldier," stated Bucky. "They weren't around when you awakened me during the treatment sessions."

"They are soldiers and security," replied Shuri. "They remain on alert at all times. When you were coming out of the other treatments they were seconds away and I had the means to stop you in your tracks. Ayo's presence outside now is not personally directed at you. If you were a dignitary from another country she would be there on guard."

He wasn't quite sure he believed her but it was her country and her palace. At some point he had to allow that he still had a ways to go to gain their trust. Shuri held up the small container and took a beaded bracelet out of it, offering it to him.

"These are kimoyo beads," she said, holding up her own wrist showing her set. "One bead contains all of your medical information so that it is readily accessible no matter where you are in the kingdom. The other beads have other functions including communications, tracking – which we all have – information retrieval and, in the case of my brother, the ability to pilot an aircraft. Your set will include your medical records, entry into various parts of the palace, maps of the palace and the city, and your tracking. Everyone in the palace wears one of these bracelets."

Bucky looked at it impassively then nodded his assent to wear it and Shuri placed it on his wrist, showing him how to activate the various features. Then she lifted the tablet up.

"This will stay here with you," she said. "I believe you observed me enough times to know how to call Miss Williams. If you wish access to the tablet to be personalized to just you I can show you how to set that up."

She placed it in his hand and turned to leave. "Princess Shuri," said Bucky, before she reached the door. "Thank you ... for all of it."

Bowing her head slightly she left his quarters and Bucky found himself truly alone for the first time since Romania. Sitting on the couch he opened the tablet and pressed on the video call icon. It kept a record of previous calls and he touched the last one he made with Lacey. After several rings she answered and her face broke into a huge smile.

"This is a surprise," she said. "Shuri usually emails me when you're going to call."

"I'm out of cryostasis now," replied Bucky. "I have my own quarters and freedom to call you when I want. I guess I have to remember about the time change. Is it a good time to talk?"

"Always," replied Lacey. "Let me get Tommy."

He watched as her cell phone showed an image of the ceiling as she walked to another room. Tommy must have been playing because he could hear another child's voice. Then they were back in Lacey's room and he saw Tommy, now 2 years and a couple of months old.

"Hi Tommy," he said softly. "I know it's been a long time since you last saw me on the phone. You know I would be there if I could, right?"

"Is that Daddy?" Tommy whispered to Lacey.

"That's Daddy," replied Lacey. "He's in another country, trying to get better so that someday he can be with us. You can say hi to him."

"Hi Daddy," said Tommy shyly.

Bucky felt the burn of tears forming in his eyes and blinked his eyes rapidly trying to disperse them. "How are you?" he asked. "Are you being a good boy for Mommy?"

"Yes," replied the little boy. "We live on the farm."

"I know," said Bucky. "Someday, maybe, we'll have our own farm. Did you like the tricycle I sent?"

"I go fast on it," said Tommy, excitedly. "I scared the chickens."

"That must be very fast," said Bucky. "I'll bet you're strong as well."

Tommy made muscles with his arms, making both Lacey and Bucky laugh. "Can I go play with Nate?" he asked.

"Sure, baby," said Lacey. "Say goodbye to your Daddy."

"Bye Daddy, luv you," he said unprompted.

"I love you too, little man," replied Bucky, trying not to cry.

Tommy climbed off of his mother's lap and she watched as he left the room then she looked at Bucky. "You okay?" she asked. "Two year olds aren't known for a long attention span."

"I'm missing out on so much," responded Bucky. "It's frustrating that I have to be here and you have to be there. How have you been?"

"My mother died," said Lacey. "I went to the funeral with the help of Nick Fury. He provided a safe house and security. Someone tried to take a picture of us and two cars followed us but we got away from them. The photographer was hired by the CIA, they think. We have no idea who was in the cars. At least I reconciled with my brother and sister."

Bucky frowned. "Do they think the CIA knows about Tommy?" he asked. "Maybe they've been looking for you since they kept all of my books."

"I don't know," admitted Lacey. "I'm still on Clint's farm and I feel safe here so I'm going to leave figuring out the CIA to Fury and his people."

"Shuri said the mystery of the play set was solved but that you wanted to tell me," he said.

She smirked. "Yeah, it was Tony Stark," she replied. "He actually came here and played with Tommy and Nathaniel. He was assessing Tommy and is pretty sure he's inherited your physical abilities."

"Stark bought my son a play set?" asked Bucky, not quite believing it. "Why would he do that?"

"I think he feels a bit guilty about you," she responded. "He said his father talked about you and that if he had known that HYDRA had you he would have likely launched a rescue of you himself. Apparently his dad admired your scientific mind even though you competed for the same women. Tony's not ready to forgive yet but he has read the HYDRA files on what was done to you. He admitted that you were not the one in control. He understands that you had no choice but to obey."

"I never knew his father thought that of me," said Bucky. "Howard Stark and I spoke a few times, and I asked him questions but he always seemed like he was doing me a favour answering."

"One more thing," said Lacey. "I think Tony is paying for your lawyer."

Bucky sat back, affected by the revelation. "Wow," he replied. "He is an enigma, isn't he?"

"What about you Bucky?" asked Lacey. "What comes next?"

"They finished the treatment to get rid of the activation words but still have to test it," he responded. "But before they do I have to spar with some elite warriors, women actually, so they can learn my fighting abilities. That way, if the treatment doesn't work they can neutralize me. Then they want me to live in a village for a number of months, learning how to take care of myself with one arm. They're still working on the prosthetic arm. I'll have to have more surgery on my shoulder as well, to remove the final bit of HYDRA components and prepare for the new shoulder attachment."

"So, it's going to be a while," noted Lacey in a disappointed voice.

"I still feel the same about you," said Bucky, quickly. "I wish I could put my good arm around you right now and hold you close."

She smiled wanly. "I still feel the same about you," she replied then she blushed a little bit. "Have their treatments changed anything else about you?"

"You mean...?" He watched with amusement as she reddened even more. "No, that's still the same. Everything still works although I guess I'll be using this for a while longer. I'll think of you while I am." He held up his flesh hand and they both laughed before Bucky turned serious again. "When Steve first told me about you being pregnant I didn't believe it at first. Then he showed me pictures of you and Tommy and I saw the resemblance. Even if he wasn't mine, when I saw you holding a baby I wanted it to be mine. I wanted you to be mine. I know it's hard waiting but I have to believe that we have something worth waiting for. I long for you, Lacey."

"As long as it takes, Bucky," she replied emotionally. "I don't want anyone else. I just want you. You do what you must to get completely better. That lawyer of yours is still working on a pardon for you. When he gets that you can come home to me and Tommy. We'll be a family."

"Okay, that's our plan," he said softly. "I'll let you go now and I'll call you soon. I love you."

"I love you, too," she said through some tears. "Talk to you soon."

The connection was broken and he put the tablet aside, briefly thinking what a marvellous piece of technology it was. Touching his nose to the bead that he hoped was the palace map he asked to be guided so he could explore the palace. The door to his room appeared in a display that made him marvel again and he went to his door, opening it. Following the path set out by the display he walked through the palace looking at the different art works in the palace. He passed the dining area where he ate after coming out of cryostasis, then found a gym, a library, and a doorway to the outside. It was the garden where Shuri took him the first time he was awakened during his treatment. He walked through it slowly, stopping to smell the different blossoms on the various plants. Finding a bench in the sun he sat and closed his eyes, feeling the heat of it soak into his body. Other than the sounds of birds chirping it was quite peaceful.

"May I?" said a man's voice and he opened his eyes to T'Challa standing in front of him.

Sliding over Bucky made room for him on the bench. "You are King now?" asked Bucky, remembering the glances in the dining room.

"I am King," replied T'Challa. "There was a challenger to my rule and he defeated me in ritual combat, throwing the kingdom into turmoil. You were never in danger during that time. We relocated your chamber to a safe place when he first made himself known so he wouldn't find you."

Bucky looked questioningly at T'Challa. "If he had found me what would have happened to me?" he asked.

"Likely he would have activated the Winter Soldier to help reinforce his rule," replied the young king. "He had been a Navy Seal, had CIA connections, and probably knew about you. His heart was as dark as his soul. I was fortunate to survive his challenge although I was in a coma for some time. My mother and several others escaped his control and were able to help revive me. Then I challenged him and this time I defeated him. It came at great cost, however, as I found some trusted friends were no friends in reality."

"Did he have a legitimate claim?" asked Bucky.

"Yes," admitted T'Challa. "He had every right to challenge me. He was my cousin; Erik Stevens was his American name. He was orphaned after my father killed my uncle, who was Erik's father, in self-defence. His motive was revenge, and a misguided plan to fight against those he perceived as enemies. If I hadn't survived to challenge him again he would have been the worst thing that could have happened to the world. His plan was to use our technology to create new weapons and attack those who he felt oppressed people of African descent. I could not let him declare war on the world."

"I'm glad you hid me during that time," said Bucky, carefully. "I certainly don't want to be used to keep anyone in power. Shuri, sorry, Princess Shuri awakened memories of some of the actions I took that weren't assassinations. They used me to spread chaos throughout the world, building a case for an authoritative ruler to take control. It sickened me to think of the body count my activities were responsible for."

"That is why I offered to give you sanctuary," responded T'Challa. "Once we spoke in Siberia after you were in control of your faculties I could see you were a reasonable man, with a strong moral code. That HYDRA could bypass that meant that you could never be truly free until the activation words were disabled."

Bucky looked at the man sitting next to him and saw how he carried the burden of responsibility. Their first meeting when T'Challa attacked him on the roof of the building in Bucharest was powered by grief and a desire for revenge. Now, this conversation seemed powered by a need for reconciliation and understanding.

"Thank you," said Bucky simply. "When I first escaped from HYDRA my goal was to get away from them at all costs, short of killing someone. I was done with that. I met Lacey and for a few hours I thought I could have a future with her but by morning when Russian gangsters came to her house I knew it was likely impossible. HYDRA or the CIA would always be on my tail and it wasn't fair to drag her into that. Even if they weren't, what kind of life could I have with that monstrosity of an arm? It was so integrated into my body that I didn't think anyone would be able to remove it without leaving me an invalid. Now I am on the cusp of a new life, thanks to you."

"You're welcome," replied T'Challa. "I only ask that if my country finds itself in similar difficulty again that you help us, but freely of your own will. I will only ask if I have no choice."

Bucky considered the King's words then extended his hand, which T'Challa shook. If he was needed he would help these people who had already helped him so much. It was the least he could do.

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Wakanda's Princess

Nakia's pregnant with T'Challa's daughter. What will these two do with the new princess?

Chapter 4: Celebrations and Worries

A year later after the airport fight, Nakia had disappeared and T'Kia felt more and more distant toward the woman.

She wasn't often there to see her daughter grow as she let the Dora Milaje raise her.

It upset T'Kia but not as much. She had her Aunt Shuri and Okoye and her grandmother, after all. Nakia trusted Okoye to treat the girl like family and so she did.

Speaking of Okoye, T'Challa finally decided to let the girl come with him on a mission since his general would be accompanying them. T'Kia couldn't argue much on that.

The only downside, the general was taking them to see T'Kia's mother who was being held captive.

It irritated T'Kia. She trained for so long as a spy to get captured?? What was the point of missing out on so much of her life if she'd let something as a measly kidnapping get to her?

"My Prince... coming up on them now.", Okoye announces, bringing the princess out of her thoughts.

T'Challa's face slowly grows into a smile. He had missed his lover despite their falling out. Unlike T'Kia, the man had full faith in Nakia and her actions. Though, if she needed a little help, who was he to say no?

"No need, Okoye. I can handle this alone. I will get Nakia out as quickly as possible.", he says.

"Just don't freeze when you see her.", Okoye warns.

He scoffs and looks at her. "What are you talking about? I never freeze."

T'Kia smiled as she and her father jumped out of the helicarrier and headed opposite ways, taking the captors out one by one.

T'Kia came across a commotion, hearing a familiar voice as she hid in a tree.

"T'Challa, no! This one's just a boy. He got kidnapped as well.", T'Kia looked down from a tree to see a woman dressed up like the captured ones.

Was that her mother....?

T'Challa indeed froze, his heart stuttering at the sight of his lover.

"Nakia... I... I wanted...", he started, walking over to her. Suddenly a guard stood, pointing a gun at them. "Hey! I have her! Don't move! I will shoot! I will shoot her right now!"

T'Kia frowned and dropped down from the tree, kicking the guard in the back as Okoye knocked him out. They nodded at each other before they walked up to him.

"You froze.", Okoye scolded the prince.

"Ah...", T'Challa looks down, flustered.

Nakia watched as her daughter shook her head at her father and caught her eyes.

She was silent. "T'Kia....", Nakia started, but the girl stayed by her father.

Nakia shook her head, turning to the man instead. "Why are you here? You've ruined my mission.", she told T'Challa.

"My father is dead, Nakia. Remember? I will be crowned king tomorrow and I wish for you to be there.", he explains.

She sighed and looked at the man before looking at her daughter. T'Kia only glared back. She wouldn't have cared if the woman missed out on her accomplishments at the moment, but this was a big thing that was happening.

Her father was going to be crowned king tomorrow. She needed to be there. She'd drag the woman there if she had to.

Nakia sighed. "Fine. I will come.", she says and looks at the captured women. "Carry yourselves home now."

"Thank you.", one of them spoke up. "And take the boy. Get him to his people.", Nakia orders. "You will speak nothing of this day."

The women nodded, grabbing hold of the captured boy. "Yes. Thank you. Thank you."

The Wakandans all climb back on the helicarrier after letting them go.

T'Kia stood by Okoye as her mother and father talked. Okoye noticed the princess's behavior toward the spy.

She… felt bad. She remembered years of the girl asking where her mother was and when she'd be back. Okoye could only promise that it'd be soon every time.

Eventually, that wouldn't have slid past the girl. Seems now it wouldn't have worked anyways. The girl had gotten old enough to understand.

The two warriors watched as the sun rose, the light kissing their skin with a warmth they knew so well.

Okoye smiled. "Sister Nakia... My Prince...", she looked at T'Kia who seemed to be half asleep. "Princess. We are home."

"This never gets old.", T'Challa mutters in amazement.

As they landed on the launchpad, they climbed out of the helicarrier approaching Queen Ramonda and Shuri.

"Queen Mother... Shuri... My comfort for your loss.", Nakia speaks up.

"Thank you, Nakia. It is so good to have you back with us. Take her to the River Province.", Queen Ramonda says and looks at her granddaughter with a sweet smile.

The girl was tired and needed rest soon but fought her sleep with irritation. Queen Ramonda easily brought the girl in her arms as Okoye had Nakia ushered off to get comfortable.

Shuri smirks suddenly, watching her brother's gaze.

"Did he freeze?", Shuri asks Okoye, making T'Kia smile at her.

Okoye's smile widened, "Like an antelope in headlights.", Okoye says, egging her on.

The women laugh at him as he crosses his arms as he looks at his general whose grin never leaves her face.

"Are you finished?", he asks, fed up and watches as the Dora Milaje walks away.

He shakes his head and looks at Shuri. "So surprised my little sister came to see me off before our big day."

She scoffs. "You wish! I'm here for the EMP beads. I've developed an update."

"Update? No.", he says, shaking his head fast. "It worked perfectly."

"How many times do I have to teach you? Just because something works doesn't mean that it cannot be improved.", she says.

"You are teaching me? What do you know?", he asks, taking off his beads and handing them to her.

"More than you.", she boasts and walks off.

T'Challa shakes his head as he watches his baby sister walk away. "I can't wait to see what kind of update you make... to your ceremonial outfit.", he calls, and she flips him off.

Both T'Challa and T'Kia's jaws drop, making Queen Ramonda scold her daughter. "Shuri!", she warns. "Sorry, Mother!", Shuri apologizes.

"How are you feeling today, Mama?", T'Challa asks, smiling.

"Proud. Your father and I would talk about this day all the time. He is with us…", she glanced at the young princess. "All of us. And it is your time to be king.", she says.

Despite the early morning, the time for celebration came. Shuri made sure T'Kia had her correct tribal ceremonial clothing on before it started, her excitement bouncing off of the girl.

The time for celebration was among them and celebrate, they did. The chants, the music, the dancing and smiles excited T'Kia and filled her with warmth.

She never got to be a part of something like this before, let alone smile so much, now knowing she'd be a big part of her father's life.

As they made it to the watery cliffs, Shuri and T'Kia stood by Queen Ramonda waiting for T'Challa to arrive.

Once he did, Zuri held the Spear of Bashenga, calling to the audience. "I, Zuri, Son of Badu, give to you, Prince T'Challa! The Black Panther!", he announced.

The Elders watch as Zuri holds up a ceremonial vessel containing a mysterious concoction that T'Kia had never seen.

"The prince will now have the strength of the Black Panther stripped away.", Zuri explains and pours the liquid into T'Challa's mouth.

T'Challa reacts violently, nearly choking on the red fluid. He spasms, his veins expanding and his muscles contracting as the poisonous liquid expands through his body.

T'Kia looked at her aunt and grandmother in worry, but they gave her reassuring looks in return. The prince's eyes become red before he calms, his trembling coming to a stop, and he exhales as he stands.

Pleased, Zuri turns to the audience. "Damaku!"

"The Border Tribe will not challenge today.", others yell.

The crowd repeats. "Damaku!"

"Victory in ritual combat comes by yield or death. If any tribe wishes to put forth a warrior, I now offer a path to the throne.", Zuri exclaims.

The Merchant Tribe Warrior calls out, "The Merchant Tribe will not challenge today."

"Yibambe!", Nakia yelled, receiving the same chant in return.

"The River Tribe will not challenge today!", the River elder announced.

"The Mining Tribe will not challenge today.", the mining elder announced.

"Is there any member of royal blood... who wishes to challenge for the throne?", Zuri asked.

Shuri raised her hand, making everyone look at her in shock.

"This corset is really uncomfortable... so could we all just wrap it up and go home?", Shuri says, clapping. T'Kia shakes her head as Queen Ramonda pinches Shuri in exasperation. "Mother!", Shuri whines.

T'Challa, amused, shakes his head at his sister's antics before pausing as he and the others hear a familiar chant.

"Are they Jabari?", Shuri asks. "Yes.", Queen Mother responds. T'Kia frowned. She'd heard of the Jabari, but never got close to seeing any of them.

A huge man with a monkey skull over his face enters from the darkness.

"M'Baku, what are you doing here?", Zuri asks.

He shrugs with a tilt of his head. "It's Challenge Day. We have watched... and listened from the mountains! We have watched with disgust... as your technological advancements have been overseen by a child!", he yells pointing at Shuri, making the Dora Milaje and T'Kia step in front of her.

M'Baku's head tilts once more in curiosity as he looks at the girl who glared back at the man. "New. You're new. And younger.", he turns to the Queen. "Are you allowing children to fight now?"

Queen Ramonda doesn't say anything before T'Challa steps up. "Address me, not my mother.", he says, making the taller man turn to him.

The warning look in his eyes sends a message that M'Baku caught onto quickly. A laugh escapes him as he looks back at the girl.

"You're the child.", he says, another laugh ripping from his gut.

He continues, "Your technological advancements have been overseen by a child. Who scoffs at tradition!", he finishes, as his newfound irritation rises again before he turns to the prince.

"And now you want to hand the nation over to this prince...", he says, standing over T'Challa. "Who could not keep his own father safe. Mmm? We will not have it. I said, we will not have it, oh! I, M'Baku... leader of the Jabari..."

"I accept your challenge, M'Baku.", T'Challa cuts him off.

M'Baku's shoulders square back. "Glory to Hanuman."

They've already started their fighting and M'baku kicks T'Challa down after so many impacts.

Through the loud drumming, M'Baku yells, "Stand up!"

"Where is your god now!?", he shouts.

T'Challa gets up and gives him an over kick. He punches M'Baku in his sides as M'Baku swings aimlessly.

"Yes!", Nakia and T'Kia cheer.

M'Baku takes his staff and picks up T'Challa with it, crushing him with his bare weight. T'Challa is now bleeding from his face, almost dizzy and tired.

"No powers!", M'Baku headbutts him. "No claws!" He gives him another. "No special suit! Just a boy!"

T'Challa's head dangles back and catches T'Kia's glossy eyes.

"Tell him who you are!!", his mother yells.

T'Challa quickly leans up to punch M'Baku back. T'Kia cheered on in hope as he cracked open M'Baku's mask.

M'Baku, shocked at the sight of blood coming from his own face, screams in anger and stabs T'Challa right where his heart should be, leaving the Udaku family in shock.

T'Challa's eyes widen as he shouts in pain, gripping onto the staff.

"Baba!!", T'Kia rushes to move, but Shuri holds her back.

T'Challa takes a quick glance at his daughter before glaring at M'Baku, his bloody teeth gritting. "I am Prince T'Challa... son of King T'Chaka!!", he yells.

"You can do this, T'Challa!", Shuri yells.

T'Challa pulls out the pointed edge and dodges as M'Baku swings to stab him again, kicking him into the water.

He wraps his legs around his neck, bringing him closer to the edge of the cliff.

"Yes!", T'Kia cheered.

"Come on!", Nakia yells.

"Yield! Don't make me kill you!", T'Challa yells as M'Baku's face swells with the lack of oxygen.

"I'd rather die!", M'Baku yells.

Others start chanting T'Challa's name.

"You have fought with honor. Now, yield! Your people need you.", he says. Worry almost wracks T'Challa's body. Was M'Baku really going to let his pride in the way of living? M'Baku glances at his own warriors.

"Yield, man!", T'Challa yells. Cheers erupt as M'Baku taps out.

T'Kia sighs in relief and smiles at her father as he stands, watching as the Jabari warriors pull the bigger man up.

Zuri walks over to him. "I now present to you, King T'Challa. The Black Panther."

T'Challa nods to him. "Zuri."

"My King.", he only nods back.

"Wakanda Forever!!", the tribes yell simultaneously.

T'Challa is moved on to the Hall of Kings, an ancient place that represented the past kings of Wakanda.

He watches as his daughter's eyes sparkle with wonder. How long had this been here, she thought.

The place was huge.

As they stopped, T'Challa was placed onto the red soil, ready to be buried. T'Kia kneels by his head as he gives her a smile of reassurance.

Zuri walks up, his hands holding the liquidized herd.

"Allow the Heart-Shaped Herb... to restore the powers of the Black Panther... and take you to the Ancestral Plane." Zuri feeds him the fluid of the herb.

T'Challa's body shivers as he lets out a groan, swallowing the liquid.

"T'Chaka, we call on you. Come here to your son.", Zuri calls. The crowd watches as T'Challa's veins pulsate throughout his body.

T'Challa's eyes shut and pop open as he wakes up in a grassy plain, with the sky a purple-ish hue. It was beautiful, almost cold. He felt… free.

He heard a familiar voice behind him, a laugh following the voice. He turned around to see his father smiling at him proudly.

"Baba."

"My son.", T'Chaka responds. T'Challa quickly kneeled in front of him.

"Stand.", T'Chaka says. "You are a King now."

T'Challa looks up at him. A frown dropped his face as he shook his head and stood up, his head hanging low.

T'Chaka frowns as well, worried. "What's wrong, my son?", he asks.

"I am not ready.", T'Challa confesses.

He never imagined the sudden pressure of being king. It was happening and now he just wanted to run. To be what he used to be.

He always wondered how his father managed to do it. To balance and juggle responsibilities as if it was nothing.

"Have you not prepared to be King your whole life? Have you not trained and studied been by my side?"

T'Challa shook his head, clenching his fists. "I am not ready to be without you.", T'Challa says.

He frowns. "A man who has not prepared his children for his own death, has failed as a father. Have I ever failed you....?"

T'Challa looks up, a shocked expression crossing his face. "Never."

T'Chaka hugs his son in a warm hold he hasn't had in so long. T'Challa felt like a little boy again, scared and vulnerable.

He lets out a sigh. "Tell me how to protect Wakanda. To protect my family. My daughter. I want to be a great King, Baba. Just like you."

T'Chaka rubs his back. "You will struggle. That is inevitable. So you'll need to surround yourself with people you trust. You have your sister, your mother, your love, and...your daughter.", he says, making T'Challa eyes widen.

"You must prepare her like I did for you and your sister. You're a good man with a good heart. And it's hard for a good man to be king.", he says.

T'Challa suddenly jolted awake, out of breath as he felt someone pulled him up.

"Breathe, T'Challa. Breathe. Breathe.", Zuri tells him.

He takes calming deep breaths and looks around, smiling at T'Kia and Zuri who look at him worriedly.

"You're okay.", T'Kia says, more to her beating, worrying heart than him. She knew he'd be okay. He fought off poisoning and a stab close to the heart. He was strong.

"He was there.", T'Challa chuckled, as Zuri pulled him up. "He was there. My father."

T'Challa felt a bursting sense of confidence and took T'Kia to walk in the city once more with Nakia. He wanted to spend time with them as a family. He had his own family. It was still a little hard to get used to, knowing he was a father now.

He loved it.

T'Kia, however, didn't mind following along with her father. It was just her mother that was the problem.

Though, a conflicting thought crossed her mind. Maybe she was being childish for letting her feelings get the better of her. She shouldn't feel resentful toward her mother for not being around.

She was busy. Parents get busy. It happens.

She knew that, but…

"Come home, Nakia.", she hears her father say.

"I'm right here.", Nakia says, looking at T'Challa incredulously.

His eyes softened, pleading. "Stay."

"I came to support you and to honor your father, but I can't stay. I found my calling out there. I've seen too many in need just to turn a blind eye.", Nakia says, sighing.

T'Challa frowns, glancing back at his daughter who looked around, waving and smiling at other civilians before turning to his lover.

"Then, what about T'Kia? What about her? Will you stay for her?", T'Challa whispers.

Nakia frowns. "I just can't be happy here knowing that there's people out there who have nothing.", she says and glanced at T'Kia. "Besides, she hates me."

T'Challa looked at her in disbelief. "She does not."

Nakia fixes him a look. "You didn't see the look she gave me. She doesn't want to talk to me at the moment."

T'Challa frowns. He noticed, just chose not to say anything. It was true she hadn't been around, and maybe T'Kia missed her a lot, but after seeing her again, she must feel torn.

He shakes his head, moving on. "Then, what would you have Wakanda do about it?", he asks.

"Share what we have. We could provide aid...and access to technology and refuge to those who need it. Other countries do it, we could do it better.", Nakia says, enthusiastically.

"We are not like these other countries, Nakia. If the world found out what we truly are, what we possess, we could lose our way of life.", T'Challa says.

"For once, I agree.", T'Kia speaks up.

She didn't want to meet any colonizers right now, let alone trust them not to steal anything from her home.

She learned a lot from her aunt, seeing that Vibranium was being used for weapons outside of its native habitat and people. It wasn't right.

"Wakanda is strong enough to help others and protect ourselves at the same time.", Nakia argued.

T'Challa sighs and gives her a look. "If you were not so stubborn, you would make a great Queen."

"I would make a great Queen, because I am so stubborn.", Nakia counters, sassily.

"So, you admit it!", he exclaims.

"I did not say that."

T'Kia smiles to herself.

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literaryavenger · 2 months

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Captain America: Civil War - 5

Summary: Team Cap gets taken to the Raft.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries. Language. Mentions of Y/N. A little angst if you squint. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: Thank god it took me very little to finish this one! Hope you like it!

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The Raft.

That’s where they sent you after they arrested you in Germany. The fucking Raft.

You haven’t even seen Wanda since you were handed your very unstylish new clothes and they made you change.

You got separated from her when they took you to your cell between Scott's and Sam's. You dread what they're going to do to her, but you're powerless to stop them.

You sit on the ground of your cell and don’t move from there, barely registering what happens around you until the sound of clapping snaps you out of your trance.

“The Futurist, gentlemen!” Clint shouts but you still don’t move, just listening to the scene. “The Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not.”

“Give me a break, Barton.” You hear Tony say and almost show some emotion, but stop yourself. “I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on.”

You hear Clint spit and then say “Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony.”

“Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for…”

“Criminals?” Clint interrupts him. “Criminals, Tony. Think that's the word you're looking for. Right? That didn't used to mean me. Or Sam, or Y/N, or Wanda. But here we are.”

“Because you broke the law.” Tony says.

“Yeah.” Clint says back and starts chanting “La la la la la” while Tony talks, making you grin slightly.

“I didn't make you. You read it, you broke it.” Tony keeps talking. “Alright, you're all grown up, you got a wife and kids. I don't understand, why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side.” he says and your face falls again immediately, knowing Tony went too far.

“You gotta watch your back with this guy.” Clint says before slamming his hands on the bars angrily. “There's a chance he's gonna break it!”

“Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark.” You hear Scott say from the cell on your right.

“Who are you?” Tony says, his voice closer to you than before, and you can hear Scott mumbling “Come on, man.”

Tony gets to your cell and sees you sitting on the ground, hugging your knees tight to your chest, your head resting back on the wall while you look straight ahead.

Tony is nothing short of shocked when he sees your face all beat up and bruised, your arm bandaged with blood seeping through it showing just how big and deep the cut is, all courtesy of Ayo.

“I never wanted to see you like this...” Tony says softly but you don’t even react to his words.

He’s standing in front of you but it’s like he’s not even there, like you’re looking right through him to something more interesting behind him.

Tony sighs and shakes his head before moving to Sam’s cell.

“How's Rhodes?” Sam asks right away.

“They're flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow. So… fingers cross.” Tony answers and you close your eyes, grateful that he’s still alive at least. “What do you need? They feed you yet?”

“You're the good cop now?” Sam asks almost in disbelief.

“I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went.” Tony answers calmly.

“Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you're gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get information out of me.”

“Oh, I just knocked the 'A' out of their 'AV'.” Tony says, much too playfully for your taste. “We got about 30 seconds before they realize it's not their equipment.”

You furrow your eyebrows at his next sentence. “Just look. Because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes. Clearly, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong.”

Your eyes snap open at his apology and, even though you can’t see either of them, you know Sam’s feeling the same way as you, which is confirmed by his next sentence. “That's a first.”

“Cap is definitely off the reservation but he's about to need all the help he can get. We don't know each other very well. You don't have to-”

“Hey, it's alright.” Sam interrupts him, then you hear him sigh and after a little pause he says “Look, I'll tell you… but you have to go alone and as a friend.”

“Easy.” Tony says and Sam proceeds to tell him all about the Hydra base in Siberia and the other supersoldiers.

When Tony leaves, Sam once again tries to make sure you’re okay even if he hasn’t had luck at getting an answer out of you since you got here.

He knocks twice on the wall between you two then pauses and then knocks three more times fast before talking, a thing you two started doing since you both moved into the Avengers Compound so you would know it was the other knocking right away. “Are you okay?”

You don’t answer him and can hear him sighing before continuing talking.

“Look, I’m sorry you got caught up in this and-”

“I don’t regret the choice I made, Sam.” You interrupt him before he can finish his sentence, speaking up for the first time since you got arrested at the airport. “As much as this sucks, it was the right thing to do. I know it was.”

You don’t say anything else. Sam can tell you mean it and he knows better than to push you.

“They’ll be okay.” He says after a moment of silence and then lets you be.

You know he means Steve, Bucky and Tony but you can’t help but think he’s trying to reassure you that Bucky’s gonna be fine.

And you can only hope that he’s right.

A couple of weeks after Tony’s visit there’s a commotion in the prison.

You haven’t so much as made a sound since that day, aside from your daily knock on the wall between you and Sam so he can make sure you’re okay, knowing you well enough to know you don’t want to talk but still wanting to check in.

But you can’t help but let out a loud gasp when you see Steve just standing in front of your cells.

You look around when the cell doors open and you hesitantly get up from the floor and walk towards Steve. He hugs Sam, then you, then Clint and then pats Scott on the back, but doesn’t linger long before he’s guiding you towards another level where Wanda is.

You get to her just as the door to her cell opens and you rush inside with Clint to take off her collar while he takes off her straightjacket. You hug her tightly and wrap your arm around her with Clint to help her move you since she looks a little worse for wear.

You manage to move through the prison without problems. You have to hand it to Steve, he’s a hell of a criminal.

When you get to the landing pad you see the Quinjet ready for take off and you all rush inside just to see Bucky at the commands and you smile brightly at the sight.

You have no time to comment, though, as Sam shouts “What are you waiting for?! Go!”

Bucky rolls his eyes but calmly says “We have one more coming.”

You frown. One more? You turn to Steve confusedly but before you can ask anything you can see blond hair darting into the Quinjet and then Natasha’s there.

Bucky instantly takes off and you all take seats and buckle up.

There’s a moment of silence while everyone processes what just happened, but you break it while looking at Natasha that’s sitting directly in front of you.

“Are we gonna talk about the hair?” You ask arching your eyebrow with a smirk.

She groans in annoyance and you can hear the others chuckling while she says “We are not.”

After a few hours you all get to a safehouse and Steve ushers you in before showing you around.

It’s not bad: a secluded cabin with three bedrooms, not too big but Steve assured you you wouldn’t be staying there long anyway. Which makes sense, you're on the run now so this is just temporary.

After the tour Bucky approaches you in the living room and only then you notice he’s missing his metal arm.

“You flew the jet with only one arm? That’s impressive…” You can’t help yourself as you reach to touch his left shoulder, your eyes fixated on it. But stop on your tracks when you feel his right hand carefully cupping your cheek.

Your eyes snap up to his and you can see him thoroughly inspecting the wounds in your face that are still healing a little. He grimaces when he looks down at your bandaged arm and whispers “I’m sorry…”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, Sergeant.” You smile softly at him and put your hand over his still on your cheek, trying to reassure him that you’re fine.

“I bet you can, doll.” He chuckles.

You’re too busy staring at each other to notice everyone’s attention is on you until Steve clears his throat with an apologetic look on his face.

“We need to go, Buck.” He says and you look confusedly between the two men.

“I’m going back into cryo.” Bucky clarifies for you.

“Oh.” Is all you can say and your eyes widen for a second before you force yourself to put on a more neutral face.

“It’s okay.” He smiles at you, but you feel like he’s trying to convince himself as much as you. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, doll.”

You try your best to smile and not look too bummed out. “I bet you can, Sergeant.”

You hesitate for a moment before surprising him, the others and even yourself by giving him a hug. He hesitates too before delicately hugging you back and, after a moment, you pull away.

He smiles at you with a faint blush and you smile back, watching him walk to the door.

Steve passes you on his way to the door and kisses your forehead, whispering “He’ll be okay” before saying goodbye to the rest of the team, assuring you that he’ll be back soon. Then he also goes through the door and soon both the supersoldiers are gone.

You turn around with a sigh and see Sam, Natasha and Clint standing there, grinning at you, Wanda and Scott looking more compassionate than teasing.

You narrow your eyes at the first three and say sternly “Not. A. Word.” punctuating every word by pointing threateningly at each of them.

They raise their hands in mock surrender while snickering but thankfully don’t say anything and everyone just scatters around the safehouse.

You see the Quinjet depart from the window and try your best to look at the bright side: This isn’t forever, you’ll see him again.

Right?

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