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The One: Part 1/?

T’Challa Udaku x Reader

So this is my first Mini-Series/ writing ever! YAY! I hope you enjoy and Im really sorry if it's cringy. Keep in mind this is the first thing I have ever written for tumblr so it's probably really bad! Ps, if my russian is off im sorry… im using google translate… oops?

Summary: When HYDRA tortured you and experimented on you, you gained the best fighting skills to exist, and an unbelievably high HQ. You specialize in everything really. But one day when you escape from your torturer, The Winter Soldier, your free and you live in hiding till Captain America and the King of Wakanda show up at your doorstep.

Italics= your thoughts

Warnings: Swearing (not too much)

Words: 1502

*your POV*

“Good morning Y/N!”

“Good morning to you too Mrs. Tuffer!”

You replied just as enthusiastically as she did (if that was even possible) as you strolled out the door from your crappy apartment building. Now you started your everyday routine, walking to your decent-paying job as a waitress at Jimmy's Coffee house.

You arrived at your job early (like usual), unlocked the doors, gave the tables a quick wipe and waited behind the counter.

It must've been 10 or so minutes before a customer came in, and you immediately took their order with a cheerful𑁋but fake𑁋smile. He made his simple order of a black coffee without looking up from his phone once.

‘Can't anyone just focus on the thing they are doing?’

You gave him his coffee with a quiet enjoy and he left. Your coworker, Ann, entered and said she could take over the counter which you gladly replied yes to. You went into the back room and found a piece of paper in the trash and a pen nearby. As soon as you sat down with the pen and paper in hand on a crate, you spotted a piece of metal and immediately got one of your worst memories.

“попробуйте его” Program him.

“Сэр?” sir? You replied, your voice wavering and questioning as to why he was asking you to program a man.

“Я сказал, что программа его или эта пуля проходит через ваш череп” I said program him or this bullet goes through your skull

Your handler said simultaneously as he pulled a gun out and pointed it directly between your eyes. You nodded, knowing what would come after if you refused anymore: brutal torture. You would always fight back, and you could easily win, but since they barely fed you and tortured you excessively, you could barely walk.

“вот слова. закончить его к концу дня” here are the words. Finish it by the end of the day.

He said solemnly as he handed you a red journal with a black star on the front.

“Это займет больше одного дня.” It’ll take longer than a day sir

“теперь не врать мне доктор, я знаю, что ты умнее этого. но плохо пусть это скользит. просто закончите.” Now don't lie to me doctor, i know you’re smarter than that, but ill let it slide. Just finish it.

You nodded quickly, and heard his boots clicking away. You smirked to yourself as you heard the door slam shut and lock. You knew you had to program him, and for that you were deeply sorry. But as you were programming him, you were creating a reverse chip to disable the program. You turned back to “the asset” and smiled apologetically, glancing at his metal arm every now and then, as he stared blankly at your face, remembering every detail, so that if he ever escaped and saw you again, he would kill you.

“Yoohoo! Y/N! Hey get up, we need you upfront! There are to many people for me! Cmon!” Ann exclaimed rather loudly. And you got up and started to make coffee and whatever the person ordered.

An hour later, a tall, bulky white man with sunglasses and a hat came in with his shorter black friend, with the same accessories. You could've sworn you’ve seen both of them before.

A couple minutes later, 2 attractive tall black women with buzz cuts walk in and sit beside the black man that came in earlier. You could see a very faint outline of a blade in one of their jacket pockets. They conversed for a couple seconds before both women turned and looked straight at you, as if they could feel your stares. You quickly turned around and headed into the backroom.

Weird. You thought. Could they be hydra? No, they can't be. Hydra would have guns not knives.

Since there wasn't a rush anymore, you went and sat back onto the crate, picked the pen up, and thought back to that memory you had a earlier. You remembered the mans striking blue eyes, but not as much as his metal arm. It intrigued you. You remember creating it for him when they first brought him back, half dead. So, you started to draw the arm. You started to draw a template of a new arm for him. Every wire, and every metal plate. It was different from the one he had back then, but it looked nicer.

I wonder where he is now after that thing with the government. I hope he's still alive.

You stuffed the drawing in your pocket and got back to work.

Throughout the day, you kept going back and forth from the counter to the back. Every time you went out front, both men and both women were still there, but the men had taken their sunglasses off.

Gosh, the black man is unrealistically attractive. Where do I remember him from?

But as soon as that thought came, it was gone and interrupted by Ann telling your shift is over. So you started to pack up, and were walked towards the door. You had a strange feeling and it didn't feel good. With your hand on the door handle you turned around to see the 4 mysterious people staring at you. As soon as they saw that you caught them staring, they all turned back around and continued talking.

As you got outside, you turned left, when your apartment building was down the right street. You picked up your pace, looked over your shoulder and noticed the two men following you. You started walking even faster.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

You turned down an alley and started to run but before you could make it out, the two women from earlier came out and blocked it.

Well great. Isn't this a cliche.

You stopped right in front of them, and started to prepare for a fight. The two women were not the least bit shocked.

I need to get out of this quick. If the two men are with them, I have no chance.

They threw the first punch. Both of them, at the same time. You started to fight back, kicking and punching where you could, and getting hit only a couple times.

Damn. these two are good. But where are the two men?

You continued to fight. If anyone walked by and saw this fiasco, they could easily see you were beating them. As you started to get more tired, you decided to end this. You slid between one of their open legs𑁋earning some cuts from the gravel𑁋turned sideways before halfway running up the brick wall, spinning your legs and kicking each one of them in the face, neither of the expecting it. When you land in between both of their unconscious bodies, you looked up and noticed the two men standing at the other end of the alley, clearly shocked. You turned around and ran up the street hearing their faint calling telling you to wait. You turned a couple more times and ran straight home, out of sight immediately.

When you got past her and into your room, you immediately grabbed your duffle bag, packing the very few items you had. You reached in your pocket to grab the blueprint for the arm to pack it as well, but couldn't find it. It wasn't in your pocket.

It must've fell out during the fight. Shit. They can use that now. fuck.

When you were running through the office of your complex, Mrs. Tuffer stopped you and said she would be coming up in a few.

Good. they can't take me if there is a witness and they wouldn't kill her.

As you were about to climb out your window, you saw the two women standing there looking both pissed and embarrassed. They also had knives in each hands.

Should I risk it?

You thought, but heard your crappy doorbell sound ring throughout your apartment. Fighting through the front door would be better.

If my guess is correct, it's probably the two men at the front. They can't possibly be as good as the girls. I'll take my chances with the men.

You grabbed your guns, one in each hand with your duffle over your shoulder and started to slowly and quietly walk towards the door. Before you could reach the door, one of the men spoke up,

”Miss, my name is Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America. I'm here with T'challa Ukaku, the king of Wakanda. We don't wanna hurt you. Can we talk? We need your help.”

You made your way to the door,looked through the peephole, and saw the Captain holding up your blueprint. You opened the door quickly, guns still in hand, and pointed the guns right between each of their eyes. You almost lost focus when you made eye contact with that really hot black guy from earlier and…. Wait. That is the King of Wakanda. Holy shit.

“Captain. Your highness. Talk.”

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