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mermaidchansons · 2 years ago

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Warm Colors: Chapter 9 (FINAL)

SugarDaddy!M’Baku x Oshun(reader)

Summary: Oshun celebrates her 32nd birthday. M’Baku gets some choice words from T’Challa that make him rethink his last conversation with the love of his life.

Words: 3500+

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: This is it. The final chapter, y’all! Thank you so much to those who read and re-read this story, even throughout my absence from writing during the lockdown. I have fallen in love with these characters over and over again. I really enjoyed growing with this story as a writer and a sad little slut. Love y’all.

Translations: Awufuni ukuyiphinda loo nto(you don’t want to repeat that), Intloko (chief), sthandwa (my love), ukukhanya kobomi bam (light of my life), Ikumkani wam (my queen)

Chapter 9

“Hey, Google, play It Gets Better by The Internet.”

The Google home blared music throughout the studio loft as Oshun shuffled to her couch in her brown teddy bear slippers. Plopping down next to her little brown kitten, Curry, she scrolled through her emails and opened one titled ‘Gallery: Final Decisions’.

Here are the final prints, they’ll be put up this morning before the event tonight. You should be proud of yourself, Oshun. These look amazing. See you tonight!

P.S. Happy birthday, lovely.

Colored prints of her paintings were attached to the body of the message, along with some black and white photos from her film camera. In one of them, a wide gap-toothed smile rests on a man's face; his onyx skin contrasted against the white silk sheets beneath him; his strong hands gripping the thighs of the person sitting atop him, capturing the photo.

This was the first time Oshun had looked at these photos since she found the film canister in an unpacked duffle bag in the back of her closet. After she had returned from St. Lucia, she buried herself in her work. That was the only path she could handle to move forward. Six months can pass so quickly when you bury yourself in the sand. Finishing commissions left and right, and even catching the interest of a famous singer that wanted to use her artwork as inspiration for an album. As time rushed by, Oshun had become a rising star with her art being reposted and purchased by household names.

“I’m heading out, baby. I’ll see you at your birthday dinner.”

But the success of her art could not keep the loneliness from gnawing at her heart. So she backslid, hard. She ran into Yemoya while touring galleries to premiere her art. Yemoya ran the exact gallery that she had set her sights on and they hit it off once again but with more grounding. Yemoya was already in an established relationship but both she and her girlfriend Sage were interested in Oshun. And Oshun was fine with coming and going as she pleased. Their unofficial throuple worked; for now.

“Alright, please tell Ye to keep it minimal at the gallery. You know how she gets,” Oshun said, leaning her head back against the couch.

“Hey, I know Ye and I weren’t exactly what you were planning for but thank you for letting us hold place in your life. You’re such a gem, O.”

Oshun stared oddly at Sage, trying to read between the lines of her mystery-laced words. Sage was always more poetic while Yemoya was a bit blunter and to the point. But sometimes, she couldn’t quite place what Sage was trying to say. Or what she was hiding.

“Uh, thank you? Should I be worried?”

Sage chuckled and leaned down to peck her lips before heading out the door.

“Bye!”

Oshun, more confused than before, continued to scroll through the remaining attachments in the email before locking her phone and throwing it aside. Curry waltzed over and curled up in Oshun’s lap, eliciting an ‘awe, sweet baby’ from her lips. This was all she needed; her cat, a fling with a couple of women, and her first gallery event. But every time she looked at those damn photos, she began to wonder… was this all she needed?

Golden City, Wakanda

Two days prior

“Thank you for your time, this concludes our meeting for today.”

M’Baku watched the tribal elders walk out of the throne room, chatting about their new exploits and local gossip. He was leaned to the side with his chin in his hand as his mind rested for the first time in weeks. Training new warriors was extensive, collaborating with T’Challa on field missions was tiring, and getting his stubborn people acquainted with the new tech that Shuri invented was anything but a walk in the park. Once the meeting had ended, he felt no need to race back to the mountains that he called home. He just needed to rest. Besides, running back to an empty bed would only cause him more anguish.

“Lord M’Baku, I am surprised. Most times you would have been the first elder to leave. What keeps you,” T’Challa chuckled, taking a seat in front of M’Baku.

“I am simply resting my mind before my trek. Is that a crime?”

“Not in this country, at least. But normally you’d be rushing to see who you called ‘the divine feminine’.”

“That is in the past,” M’Baku said matter-of-factly.

“In the past? And why is that?”

M’Baku sighed loudly and rubbed the back of his head. He had no interest in opening old wounds and pouring out his heart anywhere, especially not in the Golden City. He had hidden away all thoughts of her. If there was one thing his father had taught him before he left this plane of existence, it was that there is no use in dwelling on matters of the heart. A leader only looks to the past for lessons to avoid future mistakes.

“It is simple, really. My council did not approve of our courtship so I cut it off. Now if you’ll excuse me, King.”

M’Baku stood and swiftly headed to the doors of the throne room.

“You are many things, Lord M’Baku, but I never pegged you to be a coward,” T’Challa accused, his words stinging the Great Gorilla’s pride. M’Baku stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder at the King, tightening his hold around his birchwood staff.

“Awufuni ukuyiphinda loo nto.”

“You would have me believe that your decision was not made out of cowardice?”

“T’Challa you try my patience,” M’Bkau grunted, turning to face him, “You may be King but-”

“But what? All this talk for me and yet you probably didn’t object to your council. What else can you call that if not cowardice?”

“You cannot talk as if you were there. I made a decision for my people and she made hers. What more is there to do?”

“You could fight for her. If this American woman is who your heart has chosen, how can you deny it?”

M’Baku walked back over to T’Challa and took his seat once again. He crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side. His mind was moving a mile a minute as he repeated the words in his mind. Even if his heart had chosen her, how could he move forward now?

“Hear me when I say this, Your people need to step into the future and embrace those that we have forgotten, those we have abandoned. You need to make it right. If not for her, then for yourself,” T’Challa said with conviction, before walking away.

M’Baku rolled his eyes as he watched the king saunter away as if he had won their fight all over again. The king stopped in his tracks right as he was exiting. Holding the door with one hand, he turned back to M’Baku with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“Inform me when you return from your trip. I would love to meet this elusive woman who has softened you.”

Ifechi and Akunna walked into the birch-laden throne room to see M’Bele and Zoya standing on either side of a sitting M’Baku. He was dressed in civilian clothing which was a rarer sight these days.

“Lord M’Baku, what is the urgent matter you wanted to discuss? Are we to be under attack,” Lady Ifechi questioned.

“I have an announcement to make. I am leaving tonight to go retrieve my bride and future chieftess in Los Angeles. I will be bringing her back to Jabariland to meet the people. Please prepare the ceremonial rituals.”

“Intloko, I must protest. The people will not-”

“MY people,” M’Baku said, cutting Ifechi off, “will come to know and love their new chieftess.”

Lady Ifechi balled up her fists and hit Akunna’s shoulder, signaling for him to step in and say something, anything.

“Lord M’Baku,” Akunna stuttered, clearing his throat, “you cannot just take her as a wife. We discussed some time ago why…”

Akunna’s speech trailed off as he watched M’Baku swiftly approach and stop just short of his feet. The chief was at least a foot taller than him and Akunna didn’t dare meet his eyes.

“Did you think I was asking permission? You two may be my council members, yes, but moving forward you will have no say in my personal matters. Is that clear?” M’Baku’s loud commands rang in Akunna’s ears and he simply nodded in silence. M’Baku looked sternly at his two council members and puffed out his chest in preparation.

“I can no longer enable this ignorance. We must welcome the lost tribe with open arms, they have suffered as Wakanda has sat on the sidelines. If you two are not willing to change your way of thinking and follow me into the future, then you will find no place on this council.

I have denied myself love and comfort as I thought that sacrifice was the key to being a great leader. No longer.”

The council members nodded their heads once more and M’Baku grunted in agreement. He turned away from them, walking back to his throne and taking his seat once more.

“You may leave. M’Bele will act as chief until I return.”

And with the finality of his commands still buzzing in his chest, the chief of Jabariland smirked as he watched Akunna and Ifechi make a quick exit.

Downtown Los Angeles

leaving the gallery

Oshun walked out of the bathroom after changing into a completely different outfit than the one she wore whilst working the crowd at her first gallery show. Networking and being introduced to person after person was too much to do in heels. She had kept it casual with a color-blocked boilersuit and chucks. But now that they were headed out to her birthday dinner? She was going all out. Black mesh see-through jumpsuit with a black wrap dress and just enough cleavage on display. She tippy-toed in her chunky black boots to readjust her golden jewelry in the funky mirror on the wall. Her fingers brushed against the long hanging golden cowrie shell necklace that lay between her breasts and she groaned loudly; stomping her foot like a child. Oshun just wanted to not think about him for one night. It was supposed to be a happy night, celebrating her 32nd trip around the sun with friends and lovers and food, divine, delicious food! She thought briefly about taking it off; even throwing it away. But she could never bring herself to do it.

“O, come on, we gone be late, girl,” she heard Megan yell from around the corner. Oshun skipped over to meet her and wrapped her arm around Megan’s. Trying to put her mind on pause, she rested her head on her tall friend’s arm.

“Sorry, I know I’m running on cp time. Thanks for planning this.”

“Well, there'll be a few surprises at dinner so, don’t thank me just yet,” Megan noted, mumbling at the end of her sentence.

“What kind of-”

“No time to talk, the car’s here!”

Megan rushed her out of the gallery and into a black SUV where Shellee was already seated in the back. The drive to Baltaire was as busy as it could be, but then again that was Los Angeles. Native Angelenos will leave a half hour early for an event and still resort to checking directions on Maps just to see how much traffic they’d be in. The freeway was bumper to bumper, but Oshun didn’t mind. She was too busy listening to her friends squabble over which male actor was sexier.

“I can’t help but look at him and think, I just know it’s big. It’s heavy,” Megan almost moaned, fanning herself as Shellee and Oshun laughed at her.

Once the SUV pulled up to the restaurant, the valet opened the door and helped the three of them out. They headed inside and met up with the rest of their party that was waiting with balloons and presents next to the concierge.

Baltaire was a chic steakhouse in the heart of Los Angeles that Oshun was introduced to when she sold a painting to her first high-income client. The lighting was low enough to provide a relaxed ambiance but light enough for you to see your food. Their dining room and bar were elegantly decorated. Black leather chairs surrounded each of the white linen-clad tables on the inside portion, while the outdoor area was surrounded by reclaimed wood and large potted plants. The clinking and clanking of glasses and pots and pans drew attention to their kitchen. Floor-to-ceiling windows provided a view into the inner sanctum; one couldn’t help but stare at the chefs and line cooks as they ebbed and flowed from one station to another.

This night, however, was such a special occasion that Shellee and Megan booked the private Juniper room for Oshun’s birthday dinner. And after everyone had filed in after the concierge, the curtains were closed and Oshun sat at the head of the table. She slouched back in her chair and threw her hands in the air.

“Oh bitch, this is opulence!”

Two hours into the celebration, empty plates had already been cleared and Oshun was opening prettily wrapped boxes from the small pile of presents that had accumulated in the corner of the room. Just as Oshun was about to thank her friend for the gift, Megan stood up and made her way out.

“Meg, where are you-”

“I’ll be right back!”

Oshun went on opening her next gift and only lifted her head at the sound of the door closing. She looked up to see Megan, who she expected. The person next to her, however, was the last person she expected to walk through that door.

“M-M’Baku?”

There he was. The sole reason for all her torment; all the countless nights she spent crying herself to sleep. Between the endless tears and her ever-growing need to utilize her art as an outlet for everything she was feeling, Oshun partially felt like she should be thanking M’Baku. Her heartbreak had brought inspiration out of her that she had been searching for since that fateful day in DC. Yes, she wanted to thank him; and then ask him to leave.

“Megan, what the fuck is going on?”

Oshun’s breathing became uneven as her eyes darted between the two of them. It was as if no time had passed. He was still gorgeous and ever regal. With an all-black long-sleeve sweater that hugged his biceps and a gold chain gleaming against his chest, it was easy to see why everyone in the room was now giving him the eye. Oshun looked toward Sage and Yemoya in apology but their faces had a knowing look.

“It’s alright, O. Don’t freak out,” Sage said in hushed tones while Yemoya nodded. Oshun looked back to the culprits at hand with her palm laying on her abdomen. Nausea had descended upon her and she knew the only remedy would be an explanation. And someone had better start talking soon.

“Oshun, come speak with me for a moment. I won’t keep you long,” M’Baku practically pleaded.

And as if his command was wired into her body, she stood and walked over to him. Everyone watched her silently with small smiles on their faces and Oshun rolled her eyes.

“We need to have a conversation about boundaries,” Oshun chided Meg, before walking out behind the man that just rerouted the course of her birthday night.

She followed M’Baku over to the bar and took a seat next to him. The bartender came over to offer drinks and she declined, saying they wouldn’t be there long. Once they were alone, M’Baku reached forward and touched the golden cowrie shell hanging from her necklace. She watched as he rubbed his thumb over the charm and gulped. Her stomach was beginning to knot and she cursed herself; she knew it wasn’t because of the food. The back of his hand had brushed against her chest and she suddenly wanted to be in his arms. To think that her body would react to the slightest touch from him, it was as if she had been starved of human interaction for years. But no, it was just him.

“You’re still wearing it,” he mumbled. Oshun softly pushed his hand away and avoided meeting his eyes.

“M’Baku, you can’t just show up and blow up the spot. Regardless of whatever sneaky plan Megan came up with. You can’t just pop up.”

“You look beautiful as always, sthandwa. I heard the gallery show was a success.”

“No, we’re not doing this. What. Do. You. Want?”

“I will speak plainly,” M’Baku said, resting a strong hand on her mesh-covered thigh, “I want you.”

Oshun went to move his hand off of her thigh but he held her hand in place, tenderly rubbing his thumb across the soft skin of her knuckles.

“M’Baku, please don’t. Don’t say that like you mean it.”

“I have spent months in cowardice, longing for you. Praying to Hanuman and asking for them to take away my memories of you. The pain that I alone caused was too much to bear. I cannot erase those mistakes, thixokazi wam, but I can move forward with purpose. With you.”

Oshun’s vision had begun to get blurry. Her eyes had gotten misty watching the chief lay out his emotions. Of all the things that could happen today, she didn’t expect the greatest love of her life, the one that got away, to be pouring his heart out to her in the middle of a steakhouse on San Vicente. She watched M’Baku stand from his seat and kneel in front of her.

“Oshun, ukukhanya kobomi bam, I would love nothing more than to take you to Jabariland for you to meet my people and become my wife.”

She gently pushed his shoulder, praying that he would get up. A tear or two had quickly become a river, streaming down her face. M’Baku held her hands to his mouth and peppered kisses along her hands.

“M’Baku you can’t just ask me that, after all this time. I can’t just- I won’t go where I’m not wanted. I can’t do that,” she cried softly, speaking in hushed tones so as not to bring any more attention to them.

“You are wanted. My people welcome you with open arms, they have no choice but to.”

“But still, Baku you’re a whole chief. I’m just me. Think of your people-”

“I have thought of my people and only my people since I sat on the throne at the age of 19. Now I am thinking of myself. Ikumkani wam, I cannot rest another night without you by my side,” he cooed, pulling a box from his pocket and setting it on the bar beside them.

She looked over to the now open door of her private dining room to see all her friends and lovers watching. Their smiling faces were mouthing encouragement and Oshun shook her head. She didn’t want to look at either her friends or the man professing his love on one knee in front of her. She wanted to run.

“I can’t.”

In the time between the island and now, Oshun’s only coping mechanism was to blame herself for why it couldn’t work out with M’Baku. That was always her M.O. That was the only way she could control the trajectory of her pain, through blame. Then she could siphon off how much pain she needed to beat into herself with each passing day. Her mind had told her that she was not deserving and she believed it. And yet, the chief of a tribe was on his knees disrupting that thinking process and begging her to be his wife.

“I don’t know if I deserve this kind of love, M’Baku. I can’t be.”

“You are more than deserving, Oshun and I will spend the rest of my days proving that to you. The question is, sthandwa, will you let me? Hmm?”

Oshun finally let herself do what she could not since he walked through the door of the Juniper room and blew her life wide open. She met his eyes and saw so much warmth and love in them. Honest and pleading eyes looked back at her and she knew this was it. How could she continue to cut off access to her heart when his heart was bleeding for her? A sigh escaped Oshun’s mouth as all the pain she had been holding onto left her body. She nodded her head and chuckled through sobs as she heard Megan yell ‘yes’. M’Baku stood up once again and held Oshun’s tear-streaked face between his large hands.

“Ndiyakuthanda, thixokazi wam,” he whispered before taking her bottom lip between his. Clapping erupted through the restaurant as he pecked from her lips to her chin and cheeks.

“I love you. I love you, I love you,” Oshun repeated.

Once all the excitement died down, Oshun sat with M’Baku at the bar, wearing her new ring.

“So does this make me a chieftess?”

“It does,” M’Baku chuckled.

“What do we do now?”

“I’m taking you home with me, sthandwa.”

THE END

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stevenrogered · 2 years ago

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The Black Panther sends her regards, but she will not be joining us today. I, M'Baku, leader of the Jabari Tribe, son of Wakanda, wish to challenge for the throne.

WINSTON DUKE as M'BAKU Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022)

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mariaxxxxx · 11 months ago

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Fantasize (Namor x Black!Reader)

Summary: Fantasy can be sweet compared to reality.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, slight degradation, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), aftercare, curse words, breeding kink.

A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

Work count: 4.113

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K'uk'ulkan is a man who earned his position as leader of Talokan through hard work and iron-fisted leadership. Considered by his people as a God and by his enemies as an executioner, admired by many for having the good characteristics that make a king and a physical appearance as divine as paradise. He wasn't the kind of guy to start a small conversation, but he knew exactly how to persuade a person with his words. There were also social subtleties involved, which You found adorable, the man was gallant and imposing and this made people respect him more. His father thought he was arrogant and proud. You agreed with him, but chose to describe that man differently; he was a bit of a jerk, a bit of a romantic, and incredibly powerful. These are really unique characteristics.

You look up as he enters Wakanda's council room. You open your mouth to greet him, knowing it's a bad idea. Luckily for You, a loud scoff from his father makes You both focus on the conversation going on in the room. He sits, next to his father, a place fit for a royal guest.

“The situation with the Americans is under control.” His father is speaking to the leader of Talokan with a loud tone of voice, an annoying trait of his. “As agreed, our borders have been strengthened.”

“We cannot relax if we take into account the persistence of the colonizers.” As the river tribe leader speaks You watch K'uk'ulkan's eyebrows arch upward.

K'uk'ulkan is the type of man who is interested in subjects that disrespect his nation and enjoys strategic conversations to keep the colonizers' curiosity at bay. He likes to hear what his allies have to say, although he almost never agrees with the decisions made. He was a violent man indeed. He always responded to violence with more violence.

“The late king’s decision to open Wakanda’s borders brought dilemmas that needed to be resolved.” Says K'uk'ulkan with his apathetic face, but You can detect a small gleam in his eyes. You know how much he always has to fight not to reveal his dissatisfaction with being so far from home. “It is not enough to close the borders again, more brutal measures need to be carried out.”

Oh! There it was. The flame of war shining in his pupils. Two years ago Talokan went to war with Wakanda. A dispute that caused losses for both sides. It was still difficult for many to overcome the death of Queen Ramonda and the departure of the legitimate heir out of the country, leaving Wakanda once again without its protector. Black Panther chose to step aside, indefinitely, to deal with his grief. The decision was respected and accepted by the council, but the people did not look favorably on it; after all, Black Panther was the warrior spirit sent by Bast to protect us.

After the ascension to the throne of his father, King Jabari, diplomatic programs were created to formalize the ceasefire and the union of both nations to deal with attempts to steal Vibranium. His father chose to return to old policies; close Wakanda's borders and suspend metal extraction. Such an attitude made Talokan, the people and the council happy, but not the colonists who demanded the sharing of Vibranium.

The conversation went on for a long time; they talked about metal, about borders, bonds of friendship, trade routes... At some point, you disconnected and sank into the chair with your eyes fixed on the floor, shaking your head every time someone said something. Meetings were tedious for a young man like You with so much energy to burn.

“So, have we reached a decision?” Your father says suddenly, snapping You out of your thoughts. You look at everyone in the room and notice when everyone exclaims a resounding Yes. Only one says nothing. You notice K'uk'ulkan's fingers turn a little too white, as if he's gripping the arms of his chair. A clear sign of irritation and denial.

You're not surprised to see him get up and leave, but no one comments on it before your father says,

“At least he didn’t fondle us again.”

(...)

That night, You escaped the palace walls, all ready to go the moment the clock struck eleven. When this happens, you hide from the Dora Milaje. After all, it wasn't safe for a new little princess to walk the streets late at night. The big doors open and you walk out into the night. You knew the way with your eyes closed; Behind the palace, surrounded by large trees, there was a saltwater river little known to the inhabitants.

On the riverbank there was a rustic wooden cabin with opaque glass windows and a large oak door. You didn't know who built this place, but in the last two years it had become yours and his. Little by little you redecorated the place, filling it with luxurious furniture and yellow lights.

You silently enter the place, turning on the lights and observe the mess you and he made on your last date. You put on shabby clothes, tie your hair up and start working as if you were being paid to do so. You start by arranging the cushions on the couch, then clean all the dishes, counters and general surfaces. You finish by vacuuming all the sand from the place and mopping the floor with a cloth dampened with scented water. You don't care about the room. After all, he was always so tidy. Your lover would rather take You in the living room, or on the balcony, or by the river under the starlight; very few times did you use that bed.

When you finish your cleaning marathon, your watch beeps informing you that it was already midnight and he would be here soon. You take a break and run to the bathroom. After a shower, perfumed your skin and touched up your makeup, you put on a thigh-length dress made of transparent fabric. The dress leaves your breasts and intimacy exposed, so you minimize this fact by placing a padless lace bra and thin panties under the dress. You looked beautiful, like the Goddess Isis waiting for her Osiris.

You return to the kitchen to start preparing something to eat. There are just a few minutes left before the food is ready when the cabin door opens and you hear a familiar voice.

"My love, I'm here." K'uk'ulkan breaks the silence that has hung over the environment since You arrived. You don't bother shouting, you never do. You would do it in person in seconds instead of yelling at each other in different rooms. The last time you dared to perform such a vulgar act, K'uk'ulkan gave you slaps on the ass to educate you correctly. A good wife greets her husband when he walks through the door, he said as he slapped her behind. You loved being punished like that, but you hated spending three whole days without being able to sit down.

You leave the kitchen and go to him, with a big smile on your lips. You find him in the room wearing fancy clothes richly decorated with gold and jade. He keeps his shorts green with black embroidered details. You extend your arms and circle them around his neck. You give him a kiss on the lips in greeting. He returns the kiss, pressing your body against his.

"Hello my dear." You pull away from his lips and turn your head to give him a kiss on the cheek. "How was your day?"

“Stressful, but I managed to escape to be with my wife.” He smiles and plays with a strand of your hair. “Knowing that You are here to care for me fills my heart with joy.”

The kisses didn't stop as he spoke and You were struggling to remember the stew that was boiling on the stove.

“Fuck” You don’t think about the curse until a hand squeezes your hip. A subtle warning of how such verbiage was not allowed in that environment.

“Such a beautiful girl with such a dirty mouth.” He mutters. His lips brush your ear, and you have to concentrate to push him away.

“I need to go to the kitchen.”

“Just focus on me, my love.” You can feel in his tone he wants to break You, break the character You play. Like a dizzy duck You fall into his trap.

“K’uk’ulkan” You whine. "Is very fast! Our dinner will burn and it will be a disaster.”

You scream when you feel a sharp slap on your ass. His hand makes a circular movement at the impact site, easing the pain a little. This was her punishment for being so petulant towards her man.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” His voice is lower, a little dark.

"Sorry my love."

"Good girl." He removes his arms from your waist and signals you to go to the kitchen. You mumble a simple thank you and rush over to find the food boiling furiously over medium heat. You hang up and return to the room, to him.

“Now I’m all yours, my love.”

“What have You done to us?” He says it like he doesn't know. As if he hadn't instructed her what to cook.

“A stew with vegetables accompanied by cornbread.”

It was a rule established by both of you that you would do your best to please him. No easy or quick foods, no fatty foods with added sugar and pesticides. K'uk'ulkan didn't take care of himself, in his opinion. He woke up early to govern, stayed late in meetings and would certainly forget to eat if You didn't prepare something. You remembered how he claimed not to eat much, a phrase that made you want to care for this man who cared for others and neglected himself. Not that this was a surprise, however. K'uk'ulkan was born with a crown on his head, so difficulty taking time away from work and taking care of himself became commonplace.

There was also the pleasure of serving and being served. He was excited by the idea of having a wife ready to serve him at the end of the day, with the effort made by You to please him in every way. It excited both of you, knowing that you worked hard without complaining to please him. In addition to carnal pleasure, there was cuddling; although you and he never talked to define exactly what this relationship was, nights of cuddling and talking on the sidelines were not uncommon. He liked to please too, it would not be uncommon for him to give you gifts ranging from fabrics with gold thread to jewelry; You hid them in the back of your closet to avoid questions.

His hand snakes down your hips to your butt, he gives it a squeeze making you moan with a little discomfort at having your sore flesh being touched like that.

"Adorable." The words vibrate in you. His hands suddenly caress your body. The hand pauses, pulls back, and spanks her ass afterwards. “What do you say after being praised, my love?”

You stabilize yourself with the force of the blow, fight back a groan, smile at him and mutter a loud:

"Thanks."

“You’re such a good little girl” he reflects, pressing your body against his so you can feel the hardness that was forming between your legs. “You love this, don’t you? You love it when I discipline you.”

You don't answer because you think it's a rhetorical question, but a warm hand moves his hair away and thick fingers grab the back of his neck.

"Yes my love. Thank you for taking care of me and teaching me how to be a good woman.” You fight back a bratty response about how you could take care of yourself.

“Such a good queen to me.”

Your mind lights up at the word queen being expelled from his mouth. You're insecure about the current agreement to never discuss these things, so you just smile, and kiss him passionately, pretending that being called his queen hasn't affected you in every way possible.

You allow his tongue into your mouth savoring the feeling of him touching you so softly. His skin burns red hot from the hot trail his hands leave as they roam your body. A hand tangles in his hair and pulls his head back enough for You to feel the pressure on your scalp. K'uk'ulkan attacks his neck, distributing wet kisses while you moan and encourage him to continue.

“K’uk’ulkan” You moan shamelessly when he sucks on the sensitive skin of your neck. He walks away, leaving you a mess, the damn thing had the power to make you go crazy with so little.

"Let's play a game." He suggests. A part of You is disappointed by this, but You knew how he liked to prolong the night. He moves away from you, sitting on the navy blue sofa; You narrow your eyes, finding this attitude strange, but his smug smile prepares you for what comes next. “Take off your panties and climb up my thigh. Now."

You don't wait long and you're soon getting rid of your panties, straddling his thigh after doing so. The cool, bare skin damps beneath You which is clearly visible when K'uk'ulkan pushes you back to check, You gasp when you realize how wet you were. His face burns with embarrassment, so you cover him in a cute reaction. You can't meet his gaze when he grabs his hand and pulls them away so you opt to kiss him for a minute to hide the embarrassment. Until he pulls away and puts his hands on your hips.

“I barely touched you and you’re already wet.” His hands are firmly on your hips, he uses them to pull you against him causing friction. “I know how desperate You are for this. Keep your moans low. Anyway, good girls never act like whores.”

He was right about how much You needed this, of course. The bastard knew her like the back of his hand. He leans his torso against the couch, giving him a privileged view of the movements of his hips. You bite your bottom lip to keep from moaning loudly when a specific movement increases contact with your swollen clit. You can barely concentrate between your low sighs and the warm hand that snakes across your belly and over your breasts, the feeling of his hand drives you crazy and without you realizing it a loud moan escapes your mouth when one of your breasts are tight.

You come out of your little world of pleasure to be met with K'uk'ulkan's intense gaze. He arches an eyebrow and squeezes your hips when you try to seek more friction.

"Sorry." His breath catches with the need to be forgiven, your hands tighten on his shoulders and you, once again, try to move your hips only to have your plans thwarted.

"Stand up." He commands and You obey. “It looks like my beautiful girl is having trouble following my orders. What a shame!"

"Sorry my love." You falter when you see the expression on his face.

“We need to solve this problem” You can see the cruel smile and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. “Take off your dress and come onto my lap.”

You take everything off and stand naked in front of him. Hesitantly, you walk over to him and settle into his lap. K'uk'ulkan rests one hand on your upper back and squeezes your shoulder. Care before everything happens You understand. You arch into his lap due to the hard slap he gives your ass.

“Tell and be thankful.” He orders.

"To thank?" His question is rewarded with another hard slap on his ass. "Sorry. Thank you for the lesson my love.”

"Good girl. Too bad this one didn't count. I didn’t hear any numbers.” You can see his smile in your mind. "Count."

"Yes." You speak breathlessly, one hand gripping his leg to anchor yourself. A slap. "One. Thank you my love"

"Higher." Another slap.

"Two. Thank you my love."

You hear a chuckle and his hand covers your ass, rubbing it creating momentary relief.

“Behave and you won’t be punished again.”

The blow comes harder this time, catching You off guard enough to scream.

"Three. Thanks." You say breathlessly.

“I said it without groaning.” The slap is even stronger than the previous one, you bite your lip to keep from screaming. “Thank me and I’ll think about whether I’ll fuck you with my cock.”

“Thank you for punishing me, K’uk’ulkan” You lick your lips to moisten them. “Please fuck me with your cock.”

He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you up, the quick movement makes you slide off the couch and fall on your knees between his legs. You look up only to find the obsidian orbs watching you with intensity. This man has too much power over You, and You can't care about it. You were about to beg to suck his dick, but K'uk'ulkan grabs your jaw with his fingers and caresses your lips with his thumb, You suck it devotedly without looking away.

“I will be benevolent today.”

You are internally grateful for the decision. K'uk'ulkan had been teasing you for a long time and your pussy was throbbing, and you had never been so ready to be fucked in your life. He tightens the grip on your jaw, a reminder for you to thank him.

"Thanks." You say. “Fuck me with your divine cock, K'uk'ulkan”

“My good girl, so good to me.” He caresses his cheek with his fingertips. “Lie down on the mat and spread your legs.”

You find yourself crawling onto the carpet a moment later, laying your head on a cushion. You look at K'uk'ulkan, his body sculpted by gods, he worked to rid himself of the jewelry and green trunks.

“Eat me feathered serpent.” You say, making no move to hide the way you look at him.

K'uk'ulkan lets out a rough, savage growl, and you notice how hard and rigid his cock is begging for attention. Your pussy moistens even more at the knowledge of how thirsty he was.

“I'm going to fuck you soon, my love. I want to get You ready for me.”

He moves his body until he is on top of you and kisses you. You feel his cock in your belly, dripping with your juices, and you feel divine for provoking such a reaction in that man. You feel a finger slide through your intimate area, playing with your swollen clitoris and then being inserted into your vaginal canal. You groan at the intrusion. You kiss him harder when a second finger is introduced and then the third.

“K'uk'ulkan, You are stretching me. I cannot stand." You say only to receive a raised eyebrow before he goes back to doing what he was doing. With his thumb, he circles your clitoris in circular movements to the point that you see stars.

“You’re my good girl, you can take it.” He leans in, and the predatory tone of his voice when he speaks makes you squirm beneath him. “Cum on my fingers and I’ll give you my cock.

Her folds tighten tightly on the edge of a powerful orgasm. You try to beg, but only disjointed sounds come out of your mouth. You feel his thumb tease your clitoris with movements oscillating between slow and fast, in a sneaky movement he removes his thumb only to press it harder immediately afterwards. His orgasm hits you like a truck. You arch your back and scream for him when you feel your spirit leave your body and return shortly afterwards.

“K'uk'ulkan, I'm...”

“You’re going to cum again.” He says as he aligns his cock with your pussy, You moan when he purposely rubs against your hard and sensitive clit. “This time, it will be on my dick.”

He pushes hard. You're wet and open enough, but he was pretty big and the pain of penetration was inevitable, but it was a good pain. Every time You loved feeling his cock tearing your wet pussy. He supports himself on his elbows which give him the possibility to fuck you hard and he does so.

"Cum." You blurt out as he beats you mercilessly.

Above You, K'uk'ulkan ate you like a flesh-hungry beast. The dull touch of his skin hitting yours fills you with anxiety, and makes you think about the bruises that will appear. He grabs her waist with one hand just to stretch her a little and thrust her with more force.

“My perfect wife, good girl, my good good queen.” He babbled helplessly as he thrust hard into her pussy that was clenching around him, a clear sign of a new orgasm approaching. “I will spill my semen inside You. Filling Your womb with a baby will make You my queen and take them away.”

“Put a baby in me, K’uk’ulkan” You beg him. The hand squeezes his waist again as he attacks with a series of swear words in his mother tongue.

With a powerful thrust You cum again, screaming his name shamelessly. Your inner folds contract, squeezing his cock inside You, K'uk'ulkan tries to resist it, but it was a losing battle. He comes grunting like an animal spilling drop by drop of his seed inside You. He still gives a few more thrusts as if to ensure that You received every drop of his sperm. He collapses on top of you, with his cock still inside your pussy.

It stays inside You until You are uncomfortable. K'uk'ulkan Pulls away, pulling his softening cock out of You, a moan escaping when You feel the emptiness that was left. Your walls were sensitive and stained with his release; satisfaction filled every molecule of your body at this feat. K'uk'ulkan lies down next to him; you turn your head to him and smile, place a chaste kiss on his lips and sigh softly:

"Thank you my love."

To then be pulled closer and wrapped in a comforting hug.

“We need to eat.” You say snuggling into his chest, he pulls You into him.

“I already ate.” He says with his eyes closed. "I am very satisfied."

“You made me cook for nothing.” You speak of false indignation. “I’ll leave You hungry next time.”

“I will make it up to you later for cooking. Now, let's rest. Soon the sun will rise.”

Silence settles in the room, a sign that K'uk'ulkan was sleeping. You were not left behind, falling into a deep sleep with pleasant dreams.

The sun was rising when You awoke from your sleep. It wasn't a surprise to discover that you were alone. You never woke up next to him. As the leader of a nation he needed to return to his nation and, as painful as it was, he knew the implications that his affair with K'uk'ulkan could bring if he didn't go underwater. Hatred for surface dwellers was sown centuries ago and it would be difficult for a Talokanil's relationship with a surface dweller to be accepted.

You shook your head to dismiss such frivolous thoughts. I knew this was salt in the wound, a long time ago. You had already convinced yourself that you were nothing more than a concubine; You accepted this position with flying colors, although a little voice in your head always begged you to demand more. Being his queen, the mother of his children seemed like an impossible dream, so for the sake of your sanity You accepted the role to be played; sex is necessary and affection when requested. One day, this would end; You would marry a nobleman or some promising scientist and have his children, K'uk'ulkan would be nothing more than a youthful fling.

“Fuck” You cursed as you realized where your thoughts were taking you downs a dangerous path again.

After all, you and he would stay in this fantasy a thousand times if necessary. Until reality knocked on the door and took us back to the harsh reality. For now, you could be content with pretending he was yours; pretend he would come back every night as her husband to love her and possess her body under the starlight. You sigh as you realize how your reality wasn't as pleasant as your expectations. You snuggle on the rug, deciding to sleep a little longer until you return to the palace, your father would definitely be upset and question your disappearance, but you could deal with that later. Now, You just wanted to close your eyes and dream of a reality where You and K'uk'ulkan would be happy surrounded by children. Fantasy could be sweet compared to reality.

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More Time - A Private Man, Chapter 22

Summary: Bucky returns to Wakanda with Tracey, expecting the worst. In the privacy of their room she helps him deal with the guilt he feels for his decision.

Length: 5.2 K

Characters: Bucky, Tracey, Shuri, Rebecca, Janice, M’Baku, Toussaint, Nakia.

Warnings: Angst, feelings of guilt.

Authors notes: This further explores the bond between Bucky and Tracey and how much she supports him. She really is the love of his life. I also wanted him to learn how much the Wakandans respect him. Divider by vecteezy.com

<<Chapter 21

As Bucky came through the portal with Tracey, he noticed a full guard of Dora Milaje and Queen's Guard soldiers lined up on either side of the large reception room. Shuri stood on a dais, beside M'Baku, of the Jabari tribe, along with the council, while Rebecca, Janice, Nebula, and Everett Ross stood to the side. Feeling somewhat anxious Bucky was aware of Tracey's hand slipping into his own.

"It's alright," she whispered. "You're not in trouble."

"I killed people," he replied. "Of course, I'm in trouble."

She still smiled at him, and he grasped her hand firmly, walking between the two rows of guards. When they reached the end he disconnected his arm, offering it to Shuri.

"Thank you for sending the arm to me to use in the fight on the carrier but I'm no longer worthy to wear it," he said. "It should be given to Nebula, who will transport it to its new owner, as we agreed."

Shuri stepped down and took the arm from him, turning to Nebula who had stepped down with her.

"Give this to your colleague, Rocket," said Shuri. "His careful calculations in designing an explosive that was just big enough to stop an invasion of our country by hostile forces will always be appreciated. You and all of your colleagues are welcome to visit us in the future."

Nebula nervously took it, bowing her head slightly, then she returned to her place. Shuri turned her attention back to Bucky, trying to appear stern but she was too good natured a person to keep up the pretence and she smiled at him before addressing everyone.

"Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes has atoned for his previous assistance to an enemy of Wakanda by taking definitive action against a much larger and hostile army, that would have ravaged our country for its natural resources, would have enslaved our people as its captive workforce, and would have done so to provide profit to foreign interests. In so doing he didn't hesitate to give his own life to protect our country, as well as protecting the lives of his loved ones. He did so forgoing a promise he made to himself to never kill again, knowing that taking this drastic but seemingly necessary step was, at the time, the only way to stop the hostilities permanently. Bast and Sekhmet decided to smile upon Sergeant Barnes for his courage, sending him the means to undo his decision, giving him the time and the extra forces to defeat the enemy honourably. For his actions Sergeant Barnes will be forever known as White Wolf, Hero and Son of Wakanda. He and his family will always have a place in our society. He will always be welcome to use our future gifts to him." She leaned forward and spoke in a lower voice. "The new arm isn't quite ready yet but will be in a few days. Stay with us for a while and show your family your home country."

He didn't know what to say so he bowed his head quickly then went to Rebecca, hugging her for what seemed like an eternity. Even Janice received an affectionate hug. When he saw Everett Ross, he wasn't sure what to say to him, remembering the history he had with the man, but the former CIA agent just smiled and extended his hand to shake Bucky's.

"Just so you know, my ex-wife was always a bitch," he said. "Her ambitions always overrode her loyalty to our marriage. That's about the time I realized she brokered a lot of shady deals. I was here when you were undergoing treatment. They never shared the details, but I could see by their disgust that HYDRA did unspeakable things to you. I'm sorry for not realizing how much torture you went through to force you into compliance."

"Everett was our escape route out of Wakanda if they managed to get into the country," said Tracey. "He was going to pilot us out of here."

It was as if he saw the man in a new light and Bucky offered his hand again to shake Everett's then his gaze fell upon Nebula. She faced Bucky, holding his old arm, seeming almost afraid to look him in the eye.

"You brought my wife to safety," he said. "I am forever in your debt. Take the arm to Rocket. I had a deal to give it to him, in exchange for the little bomb he made me." She looked distressed and Tracey whispered into his ear about what giving the arm to Rocket meant to her. "He will still be thrilled that you're the one giving it to him. I know that he's very fond of you. For five years you only had each other and that's a bond only you two share. Believe that."

Suddenly he remembered something, and he gestured to the arm, removing his wedding ring from the ring finger and placing it on his right hand. He turned back to Tracey with a look of regret on his face.

"I'm sorry I left you. I feared that they would find a way to turn me, and I couldn't let them do it. Once I saw the dark sorcerer there, I knew. My biggest regret was leaving you and our son, not seeing him grow up."

"How do you know it's a boy?" asked Tracey.

Bucky shrugged, reluctant to say anything in front of the others. "A hint of a vision maybe that I don't even know for certain if I actually saw. I just knew. Do you forgive me?"

She stifled a sob and nodded as tears came to her eyes. "I do. For better or worse was in the vows we took. I still get to love and cherish you after death." A ragged breath came out of her, followed by a smile. "Don't you ever do that again, James Buchanan Barnes."

He held and kissed her passionately until a little cough interrupted them. Shuri was waiting.

"Come, you must want to change out of these clothes," she said. "We have something here for you. Okoye will go to the resort and pick up your baggage. Are you hungry, Sergeant Barnes?"

"Always," smiled Bucky. "I haven't eaten since last night."

Tracey took him to their quarters where clean clothing awaited him. While he showered the others went to the dining room and waited on his arrival. A feast was put out for all of them, and Bucky explained many of the dishes that were laid out, remembering them from his time in Wakanda. It pleased him that Tracey, Rebecca, and Janice tried everything that was given to them, taking seconds of many of the dishes. Tracey, especially, still seemed inclined to eat more than her normal amounts. He noticed Shuri watching Tracey. She must have sensed his scrutiny because she looked at him in anticipation of a question.

"Your Majesty, when we talked to you before we left for our honeymoon you said you wanted to examine Tracey," he said. "Were you able to learn anything from the samples you did get?"

Smiling she nodded. "Yes, nothing to be concerned about Sergeant," she replied. "But you mustn't refer to me as Queen anymore as we have a King." She looked at M'Baku who was at the feast. He nodded his agreement for her to say more. "We have an agreement that M'Baku will act as regent, taking on the role of King of Wakanda. I will stay on as head of science and technology as well as another role, that I take over from my brother."

"You're the Black Panther," stated Bucky, standing up as he realized the implications of what she just said. "You would have defended the country. I didn't have to ...."

She stood up also, putting her hand on his and smiled. "I didn't truly understand that was your intention when we agreed to give the raccoon the arm and I pretended I was still a queen. It suited our purposes for outsiders to think the country was ruled by someone seen as a child. Ross and Fontaine thought the death of my brother and mother made us weak and, in their quest to conquer us they made many assumptions and mistakes. When you made your sacrifice, it proved your loyalty to Wakanda and its people beyond all doubt."

M'Baku rose and stood next to her. "White Wolf, you have the true heart of a Wakandan warrior and took it upon yourself to protect our country, at the cost of your own life. Even though the battlefield was on the ocean the Avengers willingly came to our defence. With Shuri free to be the Black Panther and be part of the Avengers when she is called, and with me as king, no one will ever think they can take what is ours again. We will not permit it."

The big Wakandan gave Bucky a bear hug as proof of his thanks. Bucky didn't know what to say, as this news wasn't something he had ever expected to hear. It should have made him feel better but there was still a feeling in him that wasn't right.

"A full physical of Mrs. Barnes would still be advised," continued Shuri, as if nothing had changed, "just to clear up any discrepancies. Then we can talk about the pregnancy. There is no rush. I understand some damage was done at your home and it must be repaired before you return. Enjoy your stay with us. Both of your employers are aware of what happened and have given their blessing to you taking another week. I promised Mrs. Proctor and Mrs. Harris the opportunity to visit our border tribe and have the opportunity to pet the rhinoceroses. King M'Baku has extended a similar invitation to all of you to observe the white gorillas in their natural habitat. I understand your own village wishes to meet your family."

"Then I guess we'll stay," replied Bucky. "Thank you for taking care of them."

"It was our privilege and honour," said King M'Baku. "Now, return to the feast. There is much to celebrate."

Over the next few days, the group was escorted to tour the border tribe lands, the Jabari lands, and finally the village where Bucky lived during his treatment. In each place they were all greeted with chants of "White Wolf" as word had already gone out about Bucky's sacrifice. He downplayed what happened, still feeling uncomfortable with the acclaim, admitting only to wanting to keep Wakanda safe. At feasts held in his honour Rebecca was asked to tell stories of him as a young man which she freely obliged, including telling them about Bucky braiding her hair when she was a child. Their encounters with the rhinos, then the white apes and finally some of Bucky's now grown baby goats were all memorable for the group. As they flew back to the palace after the third day Tracey held Bucky's hand on the aircraft, knowing he was still unsettled by something.

"I understand better why you did what you did," she said. "This is an incredible country with amazing people. Ross would have ruined it willingly to get to their resources. You couldn't let that happen."

"I should have trusted that Shuri found a way to resurrect the Black Panther," he replied, looking down. "I just assumed that with T'Challa gone that they had no protector."

"Because that is what you are, Sergeant Barnes," said Ayo, who had accompanied them on the tour. "You have always been a protector, from childhood on. It is why we were sure the HYDRA programming could be successfully removed from your mind. It is why you will be a good father and husband. Do not fret over what you did. Bast gave you a second chance and you succeeded in stopping Ross without the loss of life."

He gave Ayo a small smile, accepting her sentiments, even though he was still concerned he had overstepped his boundaries. When they arrived at the palace and returned to their rooms, he and Tracey finally had some time to themselves. In the privacy and quiet of their room they made love, with a sweetness and gentleness that was welcomed by both. As they lay in the soft bedclothes that were assembled around them Tracey's head was on Bucky's shoulder, his right arm cradling her next to his body. He told her about the two visions he had in the darkness in that final moment of his death before Dr. Strange brought him back.

"Funny that meeting Steve was the first thing that came to mind," he said softly. "But then I had just said goodbye to you. You were the last person I wanted to see. I'm still sorry I hurt you when I sent you back."

"You were protecting me," she answered. "Keeping my soul from being engulfed by the blast, I guess. How did you know how to find me?"

"I didn't," said Bucky, squeezing her closer. "It was laid out in front of me, like the Milky Way but brighter. I just followed it and I saw you sleeping. You were so beautiful, like a goddess, laying in a bower of flowers, except it was all light that surrounded you. My goddess, full of light and our child. Maybe that's where I saw him, his presence in you."

"How did Dr. Strange know where to find you?"

He shook his head. "I honestly don't know but he was there, in the darkness with me, and when I asked if he could show me my parents once more, he was so kind and pleasant to me. He can be very abrupt at times, but he was so compassionate. To see Rebecca as a child again, that was something. For all of our age difference we were so close. He asked if there was one thing I could change in my life what it would be."

His throat constricted and Tracey raised her head to look at him, seeing the emotion on his face as he struggled to reign in his feelings.

"It's okay," she whispered. "You can always cry with me."

"I chose more time with you and Rebecca," he choked out before weeping. It took some time for him to regain control while Tracey stroked his face and chest, comforting him. "I didn't want to leave you or her but there was no one else who could get to that ship and find out what was waiting for us. Once I saw the dark sorcerer, I knew what they planned, and I wasn't going to let anyone become enslaved like I had. I thought ... I thought with that one act I could make proper amends for all of it, all that I did when I was the Winter Soldier. Then to find out that it wasn't ...."

He began weeping again and Tracey laid on top of him, covering his body with hers. He raised his right hand to his face, covering it as he felt the despair overtake him. Calmly and softly soothing him, Tracey stroked and kissed his face and hand, until he was spent. Great sobbing breaths ripped through his chest several times before he was able to look at his wife with eyes that were still tortured.

"Can you sit up?" asked Tracey gently. "I want us to be eye to eye for this."

He nodded and used his single hand to prop himself up against the headboard while Tracey straddled him. Gently, she took the edge of the closest sheet and wiped the tears from his face, before placing her hands on his cheeks. Then she gazed at him, caressing him from his hair down to his shoulders, her eyes following her hands as she did so.

"I forgive you for leaving me," she said first. "I know that you only did it because you felt it was your last resort, the only chance to save your friends, Wakanda, Rebecca, and me. The guilt that you're feeling for making that choice is going to take time to dissipate. It feels worse because you learned the Black Panther still lives and you wonder now if your sacrifice was necessary. You also feel guilty because you killed again, not a single person, but hundreds at one shot. When you found out about Ross being a witness to your slavery, and he so cruelly dismissed it as collateral damage, it's because he knew it would trigger you, that it would destroy you, but it would bring him satisfaction. A man like him always has to be right, no matter who gets hurt, or killed, as long as he can twist it to his beliefs, he'll always think his way is the right way."

"You weren't there, how do you know this?" Bucky asked, puzzled. "That happened before you got there."

"Sam's video cams were active," replied Tracey. "We were watching it happen live, even when time stopped the cameras kept rolling. Then when you wanted to kill Ross yourself and Dr. Strange stopped time to give you the opportunity to do it, I knew I had to be with you. Shuri contacted Wong and he opened a portal and came with me. I wasn't going to let you face Ross by yourself. All the other times I've been with you, maybe not always right beside you, but with you in spirit and with love. Bucky, you did what you thought was right at the time, and it was right. If you didn't do that then they would have turned you and the Avengers, then Wakanda would have been invaded. They would have put up a good fight but all of the enhanced humans that were turned would have had no restraints on them and they would have overwhelmed the country. Ghost, alone, would have been able to defeat Shuri. Wakanda would have been lost, you would be a real monster, as would all the Avengers, and Ross would be the most dangerous man in the world, worse even than Alexander Pierce, because he would have the actual means to take over the world, all in the name of keeping American interests safe."

For the longest time Bucky stared into Tracey's eyes, trying to find the holes in her argument but there were none. It was true. At the time he activated the bomb that was the only option that could be taken.

"Dr. Strange didn't just happen to be there in the darkness with me, did he?" asked Bucky quietly.

She shook her head. "The others don't know this, but I had a vision as well after you pushed me away from the blast and I woke up screaming," she said softly. "They gave me something to calm me down. As I lay there, I saw a life without you. Rebecca, losing her will to live and dying before the baby was born. Me, trying to go on alone. Sam devastated ... all of the Avengers gutted that you made the ultimate sacrifice for them. Except Thor and Valkyrie who see death differently than us. To them you died as a valiant warrior. Shuri, Ayo, Okoye, and M'Baku were filled with their own grief and guilt that you took their fight on as your own and they didn't think you would take that final step of ensuring the country's safety without them. So much responsibility that you willingly take on and you don't have to because there are many who would gladly share it with you." Her lips trembled and she took several deep breaths. "I asked the universe for help in that moment and Dr. Strange was suddenly there, said he heard me through several universes. He knew what you had done and at first, he thought you were the Soldier again then he used his Time Stone and saw everything, not just you but the others, Ross, Mordo, what they did to Walker, everything, including if you didn't activate the bomb."

"What did they do to Walker?" asked Bucky, already sensing the answer. "They turned him first, didn't they?"

Tracey nodded. "He was their test subject, not willingly either. Mordo worked out the process on him so that by the time he attacked the island he was their soldier. But the process wouldn't ever turn off. You told me once that you could be reset if you were knocked out. That when you came around the Soldier would be gone, and you were either yourself or in a confused state. With Mordo's process it would be permanent. Once turned, always turned unless he reversed it. Dr. Strange saw a future where you were all turned and knew he had to undo what Mordo did, so he went back many times and saw all of it. He did all that in the fractions of a second before he finally appeared to you in that moment before you died."

"When he asked me what one thing I wanted to change," admitted Bucky, "and I chose more time with you and Rebecca."

"Oh, Bucky, don't you see?" asked Tracey, grasping his shoulders. "You could have gone back to the beginning, been 4F in the war, not become a Howling Commando, not got on the train, prepared yourself better for the shot that blasted you out the hole, found a different hand hold, not have fallen, so many possibilities. Instead, you chose more time with me and Rebecca. To the sorcerer that holds the Time Stone that was like music to his ears. All you wanted was a bit more time with the people you love."

Bucky's face brightened and he gave a quick breath of realization as he accepted that his choices had mattered. Even though the decision to explode the bomb was undone, it had opened up possibilities that made a difference. Life would be alright, and he would be okay, because he chose more time with this woman who meant so much to him. Time with her and Rebecca was worth more than money, attention, fame, all of it. In a world that valued success and material things he had chosen something much more valuable. Smiling at her with all the love he felt at that moment, Bucky raised his right hand to Tracey's face and caressed it.

"I'm a lucky man to have someone who's much too good for me in my corner," he said. "You and Rebecca are everything to me. Don't ever give up on me."

"Not a chance," she replied. "Rebecca feels the same way. Now, how about you and I shower, we get dressed up in our real clothes that Okoye was kind enough to bring, and we start this next part of our lives knowing that it will only get better from here."

"Okay, but now that I have you here," he smiled, looking down at his lap. "We can be a little late for dinner."

She looked as well and embraced him, joining him in celebrating the transcendent essence of their connection. The calls made to their kimoyo bead bracelets were ignored while they explored each other's bodies with joy.

When they arrived at the dining room the difference in them both was noticeable as Tracey glowed in both her early pregnancy and as a wife on her extended honeymoon, while Bucky radiated the confidence and good nature he once did as a handsome young man, even with only one arm. He pulled a chair out for Tracey then sat beside Rebecca who leaned over and touched his hand.

"Are you alright?" she asked, her face concerned. "You seem different."

"I am different," he answered, squeezing his sister's hand with a grin. "We'll have a good talk later. Just know that you mean so much to me."

The Wakandans entered, to which they all rose in respect to King M'Baku. There were others following behind him including a young boy. Bucky was unsure who the boy was, having never seen him before, but he was wearing Wakanda's version of casual clothing. A few steps behind him was Nakia, who he knew had been King T'Challa's lover and rumoured secret wife. Shuri looked indulgently at the boy as they approached, then smiled at Bucky when they reached the table.

"Sergeant Barnes, may I introduce the heir to the throne, Prince T'Challa II, the son of my late brother, King T'Challa I," she said, in a voice loud enough for their small group to hear. "His existence is to be known only within these walls for his own protection, with the exception of you and your family. I would make the formal request that you assume the role of one of his mentors, so that he might learn the necessity of honour and sacrifice firsthand. Do you accept my request?"

"I accept, your Highness," he replied, with a small bow of his head.

"Outside of these walls the prince goes by the name Toussaint, reflecting his Haitian birthplace," said Nakia, who had joined them. "My King wished for him to be raised in a different environment, away from the court. "Toussaint, this is Sergeant James Barnes, known as White Wolf. You recall your baba talking about him."

"Yes," replied the young boy looking up at Bucky with a smile. "He said you were a man of honour and that you liked your baby goats."

Bucky chuckled, remembering the gentle teasing he received from T'Challa whenever he visited Bucky in the village. They were happier times.

"Your father was the best of men, your Highness," said Bucky. "I owe him my life. It would be my honour to be of service to you."

A pleasant smile from the boy reflected his acceptance of Bucky. With a wave of his hand M'Baku encouraged everyone to sit at the large table and the food was served. The conversation was lively and there was much laughter as stories were shared during the meal. When dinner was finished the King approached Rebecca and offered her his arm.

"There is something I would like you all to see," he said kindly. "We will take an elevator to the roof so that you have the best view of anyone in the city. Mrs. Proctor, if you please."

She took his arm, and the big man slowed his steps to match hers, entering a large elevator that took them all up to a viewing area on the roof. It was a stunning scene as the whole city was visible to them in the twilight. Assisting Rebecca to sit in her chair M'Baku stood in front of the group and faced the city. Somewhere a microphone amplified his voice so everyone in the city could hear him. The sounds of activity below lessened as attention was given to the King of Wakanda.

"This past year was both painful and tumultuous for Wakanda," he said gravely, "with the loss of King T'Challa and Queen Mother Ramonda. We were attacked by Namor and found ourselves at a loss of how to adequately defend ourselves without the presence of the Black Panther. Princess Shuri, with her intellectual skills, found a way to regrow the heart shaped herb and in the process was able to resurrect the protector of Wakanda, taking the mantle onto her own shoulders. We thought we were alone in the world but that is not the case. The White Wolf stepped up, along with the Avengers, to show the world they will not stand by when the sovereignty of an independent nation is threatened. Tonight, we honour White Wolf for his sacrifice and his service. This is your home, Sergeant Barnes, always."

A flaming arrow was shot from the roof into the air, exploding into a large firework display that covered the entire sky. As several Talon fighters skimmed overhead, trailing bright plumes of fluorescent smoke, thousands of drones assembled and began showing images of Bucky, starting from his original time in Wakanda, then moving on to the battle against Thanos. When people were turned to dust after the Snap there was an audible gasp, not just from the people on the rooftop but from the population who were watching, as a sprinkling of ash was visible, dissipating as it fell from the sky. The reappearance of the decimated brought loud cheers from the streets as it showed the combined armies of the world reassembling near the Avengers compound to fight Thanos. There were scenes of Bucky at work on the docks, his intervention in the robbery, the rescue at Coney Island, then the wedding, and finally his escape from the helicopter to landing on the aircraft carrier and destroying it, bringing more gasps from everyone. The reversal of the explosion was followed by resumption of the battle on the aircraft carrier with the appearance of the Wakandan force bringing cheers. It ended with an image of Bucky appearing first, dressed in an Avengers uniform with the other Avengers, including Shuri as the Black Panther spread out in a line to symbolize that they would defend Wakanda. When the drones turned off and flew away the fireworks continued for several long minutes.

Throughout the display Bucky watched impassively, even as Rebecca and Tracey stayed close to him, watching him for signs of distress. He was uncomfortable with the attention, that much was certain, but he did stay and watch it until the end, when M'Baku addressed the crowd once more.

"Good people of Wakanda," he began, "it was our desire to name this date the Day of White Wolf, so that James Buchanan Barnes would know how much we value him as a friend of our country. However, it is not his nature to seek recognition, or fame, or acclaim, for doing things that he regards are his duty as an honourable man to uphold. In keeping with his desire to be seen as no better or worse than any one of us, we will respect his need for a simple life by celebrating him for tonight only, as he is a private man. He is a good man, soon to be a father, a husband, a brother, and always a friend to Wakanda." He gestured to Bucky and leaned close to him when they stood side by side. "This once, take your due. It has been a long time coming, Bucky."

Lifting Bucky's right hand in his and raising his other hand M'Baku yelled out "White Wolf" then stepped back when the crowd repeated it and chanted. As music began playing below him, and songs were sung extolling his virtues, he stood and accepted the good will of the people in the city. M'Baku brought everyone up to support him; Tracey and Rebecca each had an arm around him, Janice was at Tracey's side, as the others stood behind him, except for Toussaint who stood in front of his new mentor, occasionally looking up at the man his father considered a friend. It would be a moment both of them would remember in the friendship they developed over the coming years.

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