#LISTEN I KNOW HOW FUCKING TERRIBLE AM IS BUT. I FIND EM SO INTRIGUING LIKE. OH MY GOD????

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Oh uhm well shit

I mightve accidentally gotten too silly and

ever so slightly based some small things about pa/gh! Jane/Penny on AM from IHNMAIMS

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Allegiances: Chapter 11

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 12

Series is rated M

Word Count: 3420

Clementine owes them an explaination.

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Clementine’s back felt stiff as she shifted in her seat. She looked around through blurred vision, trying to determine her surroundings as she slowly regained her senses.

Where am I?

A single window cast rays of the early morning sun across the basement, reflecting against the aged metal pipes. Memories of the previous night’s events flashed before her eyes as the girl shot upright. Her body ached in protest at the sharp movement and her limbs refused to move an inch from where she sat. Clementine struggled against the tape that tightly bound her arms and legs to the desk chair. Her efforts were in vain as the old wooden chair rocked from side to side yet refused to break.

“That ain’t gonna work.” A familiar gravely voice echoed through the dim basement.

Clem felt her blood ran cold as she noticed Abel on the other side of the room, restrained similarly to herself. A small puddle of blood stained the floor below his twisted leg, his pant leg drenched in the long-dried liquid. He flashed a crooked grin at her through his somewhat laboured breathing, clearly still in pain.

Clementine was too disgusted with the fact that he was still alive to find the words to express it. Ignoring him, she continued to pull at the tape. It’s sticky grip refused to release her as she pulled and wiggled, only continuing to exhaust herself.

A low growl sounded over the ruckus she had made. She swung her curls out of her face as she turned back to see the school’s guard dog eyeing her from next to the boiler. Rosie’s chain scratched against the concrete floor as she shifted around.

Clementine froze as she made eye contact with the canine. Abel’s laugh made her stomach turn as it sunk in how fucked she probably was.

“Even if you got out of that chair you’d never make it past the mutt.” He chuckled.

“Guess that means you’re stuck here with my ugly face.”

“Fuck off.” She said weakly, defeat continuing to wash over her as she slumped back. Her body was terribly stiff and sore and not being able to stretch out made it a whole lot worse.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that.” He teased.

“Maybe this could be a chance for a little… heart-to-heart chat.”

The way he looked at her made her skin crawl. The look in his different coloured eyes always made him look as if he had some kind of ulterior motive than what he claimed.

“Don’t… Don’t fucking say anything.” Clem could make as many demands as she wanted, but it wasn’t like there was anything she could do to stop him.

“Oh, but I got a lot to say to you, sunshine.” He smirked, watching her cringe at the nickname.

“Like about that shit you pulled that got us into this mess. I’d say I got a few burning questions for you.”

“I’ve got nothing to say to you, you son of a bitch.” She growled, wanting nothing more than to slink into the shadows. Anywhere where he couldn’t see her. The feeling of his eyes on her made her skin burn as if he was touching her without being near. A simple glance made her feel disgusting and small and even though they both sat restrained, the feeling of vulnerability swirled inside of her.

“I’m just wondering what made you finally snap and abandon us like that.” He spoke accusingly as if she was the villain here.

Clementine dug her nails into her palms, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to ignore him.

“We kept you and your boy warm and fed for the last couple years. All we asked in return was for you to help defend our home.” He worded it as if any of this was a choice for her.

“And now? Yonatan is dead, we are hostages, and that little brat of yours is going to experience a whole new world of hell.”

She grit her teeth hard, biting back any reaction. Clem wanted to scream, attack him, claw those horrible eyes out of his skull.

Just stop looking at me.

“I told Lilly there was something going on with you, but I’ll be damned if she ever listens to me.” He shook his head.

“Although I expected some resistance from you, I didn’t think you’d turn these little shits into an army of your own.”

“Fuck you.”

“You gave up on that kid, huh? Took longer than I thought it would.” His accusation burned in her chest.

“A shame, really. So many people died for him to live and you’re just going to quit on him?”

“Shut the fuck up!” Clementine began to raise her voice. He was wrong. He didn’t know her at all. This was all to save him. She could still save AJ… right?

“You abandoned him for your little boyfriend, didn’t you?” His sickening smile only widened when Clementine shot upright in response.

“You seemed to have a favourite when you told us about them. Makes ya wonder.”

“I didn’t abandon AJ!” She yelled, lunging forward. The chair squeaked against the rough floor as it skidded forward a few inches. Her body seethed with anger.

“I’m going to get him back if I have to kill every one of you motherfuckers.”

“Maybe you won’t have to.” Abel intrigued.

What?

“You might still be able to fix this.” His words reeked of bullshit to Clem.

“Lilly ain’t quick to get rid of someone as useful as you. Keep your mouth shut and play along and you and your boy might get out in one piece.”

“Go to hell, Abel.” Clementine spit.

“I’ll see you there, then.”

The double doors that lead to the yard swung open with an ear-piercing squeak, flooding the rows of shelves with sunlight. The light interrupted by the silhouettes of two people entering the basement. They spoke low, one seeming more hesitant to approach than the other.

“Just give me a second.” She heard Louis speak, the shadows obscuring his face from her view.

“Look, I don’t care what you do to him, but… just don’t hurt her.”

“She tells us everything we want to know then I won't have to.” Mitch. That was definitely Mitch.

I guess it’s time for the interrogation.

They certainly took their time. Clementine imagined the others must have held a funeral for Marlon before dealing with their captives.

“Rise and shine.” Mitch called loudly to the already awake prisoners, his voice reverberating off the metal pipes.

Clementine couldn’t help but look past him at Louis. She watched him lean against the wall next to the stairs, arms crossed, finding more interest in the floor than looking up at her.

“Don’t look at him.” Mitch stopped her before she could call out.

“I’m the one you’re gonna pay attention to right now.”

Mitch’s threatening tone didn’t scare her. She couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t hurt her if she failed to cooperate, but honestly, it was hard for her to bring herself to care about her own well being. Numbness settled in her chest cavity, stealing away most emotions.

“I didn’t want any of this to happen.” She mumbled.

“I don’t know what to fuckin’ think about you anymore.” The tall boy glared uncertainly, pacing in front of her.

“You spent so much time goin’ on and on about these fucking ‘raiders’ but forgot to mention you’re one of them. Hm? Did it just slip your mind?”

“I needed you all to trust me.” Clementine tried to explain.

“If you didn’t we all would have died.”

“Oh, like Marlon? Or maybe getting taken would have been worse, like four of my fucking friends.” Mitch was fuming,

Clem understood his frustration. She lied to them, used them. Involved them in a plan they didn’t know the details of. Clementine was practically a traitor.

“That Marlon kid was coward.” Abel spoke, getting Mitch’s attention.

“I knew it the day I met him with those three redheaded girls. Handed those sisters over with hardly a fight.”

“Where are they?” the boy demanded, grabbing a fistful of Abel’s sweater.

“That’s none of your business, kid.” He flashed another toothy grin. His cockiness earned him a sharp punch to the stomach.

“That bitch of a leader talked about Minerva, if she’s with you, you better fucking speak up if you wanna stay alive.” Mitch raged, ignoring the man’s forceful coughing.

Abel writhed in his chair, blood spewing from his mouth as he puked up his insides. The massive amount of blood splattered over himself, covering his mouth and clothes in a thick red. His head fell back as his breathing became more laboured than before. Mitch stepped back in shock at the gruesome scene before him. Even Clementine felt her stomach turn at the sight.

That isn’t good.

“N-No… no…” Abel wheezed through broken breaths.

“Fuck.”

“The fuck’s wrong with you?” Mitch asked in slight horror.

“You did this.” The man turned to Clementine, who sat wide-eyed watching him.

“When you pushed me off that balcony, something musta’ burst inside of me.”

“Good.” Clementine said flatly as she glared back at the man who ruined her life.

I just wish I could have killed him myself.

But I guess I kinda did.

Mitch stood awkwardly between them, unsure of this new dilemma.

“Well if you’re dying then hurry up and fuckin’ answer me.” He blurted out, now keeping his distance from the bloody man.

“Where the fuck are my friends!”

“Lilly will never give ‘em up!” He coughed, spitting more blood onto his soaked sweater.

“We came here for more manpower, and losing two good fighters for four sprouts who can barely hold a gun? Even a dummy like me can do the math on that one.”

“We’re going get them back.” Mitch asserted with not quite convincing confidence.

“I don’t know how much your friend in the other chair told you about what’s going on outside but it’s a fucking blood bath. We’re only doing what it takes to keep our home safe.” Abel was starting to become physically weaker. His time was clearly running out.

“It’s a good home. I’d do a lot to protect it.”

“Raiding, kidnapping, torture, enslavement, yeah that sure is a lot.” Clementine snapped.

“You ruin more lives than you think you’re saving.”

“I do what it fuckin’ takes.” He looked Mitch straight in the eye.

“But I guess none of that matters to me now.”

His voice grew weak and his chest heaved with every breath. Just a sorrowful, bloody, husk of a man.

“I’ll cut you a deal, kid.” He tried to sit up, only to slump back after a few seconds.

“I’ll tell you where to find Lilly if you swear to stop me from turning.”

“You don’t deserve to be put down.” Clementine spit. After everything he’d done, mercy was the last thing he deserved. Clem knew many good people who were left to turn, Why should someone like him receive a mercy they were denied?

“C’mon, I’m begging ya.” His voice became desperate, whatever bravado he had before seemed to have bled out of him.

“What if… What if they can feel it… when they turn?”

“I guess you’ll find out soon enough.” Mitch deadpanned.

“Maybe people just get stuck in there, along for the ride.”

“Clem! Fuckin’ say something. Make him stop me. You know no one deserves to turn.” Abel must have been pretty desperate if he was trying to appeal to her.

“Abel, there is not a soul on this fucking Earth that wants you to turn more than I do.”

“Yeah, I figured.” He sighed

“O-kay, okay. In my boot, there’s a paper with everything you need to know.”

Mitch hesitantly reached into the boot of Abel’s intact leg, pulling out a folded piece of paper. He mulled over the contents of the page for a moment before reading them aloud.

“‘Collection Goals: Sullene, Dorian: Overwatch; Michael, Yonatan: Horses, Haul; Rendevoux Point: Lilly, Me: Meet with the asset at Train Station; Fisher’s Launch: nine miles, Marina: thirteen miles; Phrases: Allegany, Tazewell, Augusta, Rockingham.’”

“We got a boat docked not too far from here.” He wheezed out.

“The phrases are city names. We use ‘em like a call and response so we don’t go shootin’ our own. Only one we use these days is ‘Rockingham’.”

Mitch seemed satisfied with the notes, carefully folding the page back up and sliding it into his pocket. He crossed his arms as he stared at the dying man.

“I gave you what you wanted.” His words were almost unintelligible as he wasted away before them.

“Please, don’t let me become one of those things.”

“Let him.” Clementine wanted nothing more for those disgusting eyes to become clouded over, to match the muddy water colour of all the people she’d been forced to leave that way.

“I wish.” Mitch relented.

“We can’t risk him getting loose and tearing someone up.”

A shame.

Clementine would have to settle with him at least not being able to hurt anyone. Even if it wasn’t the justice she wanted.

“Thank you… Thank y-you…” The man could barely hold his head up.

His time had come.

Mitch pulled a knife out of his back pocket, cautiously approaching him. There was hesitancy in his movements.

He’s never killed someone before.

“Let me do it.” She knew the first kill was never easy, even if it was out of mercy.

“N-No.” He turned his head halfway over his shoulder, barely casting her a glance.

“I got it.”

He placed a hand on one side of Abel’s head, holding him steady. In one quick motion, Mitch jammed his knife into Abel’s skull. The man made horrible cries as his brain shut down, blood squirting from the wound. Mitch removed his knife, taking several steps back as Abel flopped forward, the bastard finally dead.

“Are you alright?” Clem asked, watching his shoulders rise and fall with heavy breathing.

“I’m fine.” The boy said, wiping blood off of his hand.

“You know you’re a good person if it never gets easier.” A reason why she believed she was not good herself.

“The hell did you get caught up with these assholes in the first place?” Mitch turned back to her.

“You put up one hell of a fight for someone who lives with them.

“They took me. Just like they took your friends.” The gunshots from the past rung in her ears.

“I was living on a ranch. The Delta’s people showed up demanding we give them our horses. When we refused, they killed everyone.”

Her chest tightened as she remembered scurrying down the halls with AJ in her arms. The feeling of him being ripped away from her shattered her heart.

“There was a little boy I was raising. He was just a toddler…” She bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears.

“Abel decided killing me would be a waste, so he took AJ away from me and forced me to go along with the Delta’s fucked up agenda or else they would hurt him.”

“They took a toddler?”

“Are you really surprised?” A nervous laugh escaped her throat.

“If I don’t stop Lilly from going back to the Delta she’s going to kill him.”

Or worse, brainwash him into believing Lilly’s bullshit.

“Are Minnie and Sophie on this boat of theirs?”

“I don’t know, maybe. I don’t know who she is.” She remembered seeing a girl with ginger hair briefly during her transfer, but who knows who she was.

“I’m not a real member of their community. They keep me locked up alone until they need me. I’m just a trained dog to them, not a person.”

Clementine finally glanced back at Louis, who looked at her with his mouth agape, horror in his features.

Mitch followed her gaze to the boy, frowning. He walked towards Louis, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I guess it’s your turn.” Mitch nodded to him before leaving.

Louis stepped fully into the light. Grief crossed his freckled face as he stood over the girl he had fallen for. His eyes were still puffy from a night spent in tears. He said nothing for a while, mouth opening a few times but no words exiting.

Clementine couldn’t do anything but stare expectantly at him, her heart racing.

“Who are you?” He asked in all sincerity as if the two of them had never met. As if the two of them had never confided in each other. As if they had never shared that kiss only the night before.

“You know me, Louis.” Her voice broke.

“You know me better than anyone.”

“Do I?” Louis snapped, causing her to recoil slightly.

“‘Cause I think I was missing a few pretty major details.”

His face softened a little, mulling over his thoughts.

“Did you mean any of it?” The boy asked softly.

“The things you said… The things you did… and… last night in the music room. Was any of it real? O-Or was it all part of some act?” He practically pleaded for a response, his eyes becoming glassy with fresh tears.

“All of it!” Clementine cried through shaky breaths.

“Of course I meant everything! Louis, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Did he really doubt her? After everything? Guilt clawed at her heart as tears pricked at her eyes.

I can’t lose him.

“Louis, please.” Clementine begged.

“You have to believe me. I wasn’t lying about how I feel about you. I…”

Her words trailed off as her throat became clogged with tears.

“I can’t keep watching the people I care about die because of me. I can’t keep watching my little boy suffer because of that bitch.” Why did she continue to fail at protection? Was she really that worthless?

“I just wanted us to be free.”

“You did all this to protect your kid?” He seemed to begin to understand.

“But then why did you fight back? You said Lilly’s gonna kill him when she gets to him, so why didn’t you just hand us over like you planned?”

Do you really need to ask me that?

Maybe he just needed to hear it from her.

“I couldn’t lose you.” Her voice came out as a croaked whisper.

“I’ve never had someone like you before. Someone who looks at me and sees something more than a broken shell of a person. Someone who tries to put me back together instead of leaving me on my own to figure it out myself.”

Other groups she’d infiltrated never really gave a damn about her. They tended to treat her like a stray cat, giving her food but mainly keeping their distance. This was something she’d come to expect… Until she met Louis.

“You were there for me like no one else, someone I could lean on.” Someone she desperately needed.

Hot tears began to slide down her face, flowing freely as she didn't have the freedom to wipe them away. Clementine sat before him a pitiful mess.

“I was going to tell you everything, once this was all over. I was going to sneak onto the boat and go save AJ myself and bring him back here.” She wanted to fold in on herself, to disappear.

“It was a stupid plan but it was all I had and now Lilly got away, Violet, Omar, Aasim, and Brody are gone, and Marlon is dead and it’s all my fault.”

I don’t deserve to be alive.

“You're wrong.”

What?

“That shit isn’t your fault.” Louis said assuredly.

“We all would have died or been kidnapped if it wasn’t for you. You saved as many of us as you could.”

Clementine couldn’t begin to describe how much those words meant to her. She was so sure that Louis would hate her but… perhaps a part of him did. It wasn’t plausible for him to just forgive her like that.

“And to be honest… we need you.” He confessed.

“Half of us are gone, we’re scared, and we don’t know what to do.”

He placed his hand on her right arm, leaning in slightly as they locked eyes. Several emotions swirled in his soft brown eyes. He stared for a long moment, before letting out a defeated sigh.

“If you’re really one of us…” With one slice of his blade, Louis cut through the tape that held her forearm to the chair.

“...then help us.”

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Family Counseling (10)

 Family Counseling (10) - Drabble

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A/N: Here is the looooonnnnngggg awaited update! I was kinda hoping that I could get it out before today, but it’s been an even longer week, so no could do. :/ This one took longer too because I had to do a lot of research to ensure that I maintained the accuracy. 

A particular scene and one line came straight from the comics! :)

Also, if you’re confused by the end, it’s okay! You’re supposed to be! It’ll all make sense...by the end of the story! Hopefully! lol Visualizations below! I.E. Her outfit for half the chapter to the left and the party dress to the right! 

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“Cyberpathy.” Erik read in a monotone, eyes skimming over the rest of the page. “Kid’s been marked up ten times already just this past semester.” A beat. “I like him already.”

“Let me guess.” Y/N kept her eyes on her own stack of papers. “Fighting?”

“He wouldn’t have to fight if kids would learn to keep they damn mouths shut.” Erik chucked the sheet to the side and picked up another one.

She’d asked her people to block out the names of the children as to avoid Erik knowing exactly whose profile it was he was reading, but not depriving her of a bonding exercise that the two could do.

She looked up at him and mulled over his statement. “I’ve always been told that people ostracize what they don’t understand. Who they don’t understand.”

“I’ve never been one for the ignorance defense.” He muttered, lazily reading over the next profile.

She chuckled, catching herself as she was about to tell him what had just crossed her mind.

“I heard that some of your restrictions have been lifted.” She commented innocently.

He raised a brow. “Okay? You want a thank you? Cause shit ain’t happening.”

She sighed. “Even if I was the one who petitioned on your behalf, which I wasn’t, I would not ask for gratitude.”

Erik tilted his head and leaned back in his chair with a smug smile. “Princess?”

She kept her poker face. “You already know that my lips are sealed.”

“You ain’t gotta say shit. If it wasn’t you, it had to have been here cause it certainly wasn’t Booker T.”

She looked at him, the nonchalant delivery of his statement, the carefree aura that surrounded him, and suddenly decided to try something.

“You know what I think?”

“I don’t really care to be completely honest with you.” He exhaled while tilting his head back to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“I think that the more you socialize with him, the more you will see how much you two have in common.”

He lifted his head and paused before scoffing. “That’s cute.”

“You don’t believe me?” She quipped a brow.

He leaned over the table and tilted his head to the side. “I don’t believe in a lot of shit.”

“That’s understandable. Well, what about Shuri?”

“Kid is smart. I respect that.” He shrugged.

“Do you not think T’Challa intelligent?”

“Could he do what she can at that age?” He countered.

Y/N gave a crooked smile. “Shuri’s intelligence is matched by no one, but I’m sure you know this already.” A beat. “Perhaps that is why you find yourself growing increasingly comfortable with her.”

“Always good to have the smart ones in your corner,” he winked and once again leaned back in his chair. “Just in case.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think that’s it.” She too leaned back and placed one hand on her stomach. “I think that you find yourself drawn to Shuri not just because she is intelligent, but because she is innocent. In many ways, she is an oxymoron. How can someone with all of that knowledge still be so pure? It seems to defy nature, right? The more knowledge that is acquired, the more stained the soul becomes because of exposure to the evils of the world. But not her, and I think that both fascinates and terrifies you at the same time.”

She stopped herself there as she could see her words were puncturing his psyche. She could have said more, especially about how she believed that he unconsciously felt the need to protect Shuri because it many ways, he saw himself in her.

Not the man that he had allowed himself to become, but the child who had dreams of one day returning to Wakanda with his father, his mother seeing him graduate, what he could have become if the circumstances were different.

“That’s cute, left field as hell, but hey, you psychology people love to put words in people’s mouths.”

“I said I think, did I not?” She countered calmly.

“Maybe. Shit, I stopped listening after the opening line.” He shrugged and she rolled her eyes because she knew that was not the case. “But I do have a question for you?”

She quipped a brow. “Oh?”

“Whassup with you and the sperm donor?” He gestured to her pregnant belly. “Word going around that you two ain’t speaking.” She narrowed her eyes which only made him smile. “Courtesy of a few of the handmaidens.”

“Well, the handmaidens need to learn to keep their mouths shut.” She muttered, slowly rubbing circles on her stomach.

“Naw.” He smirked. “Then I wouldn’t have a reason to keep em’ around?”

She refused to even acknowledge his suggestive comment. “Why do rumors regarding our marriage even concern you?”

“Concern ain’t the word. More like intrigue. I like to always know where a person’s head is. It’s indicative of their overall performance. Once you fuck with someone’s mind, everything else is smooth sailing.”

“Manipulation.”

“Opportunity.” He corrected with a wink. “Strike them before they even register what’s about to happen.”

“Or hurt you.” She supplied quietly. “You take away a person’s power before they have the opportunity to use it on you.” A beat. “That’s how you see the world, isn’t it?”

“Because that’s what it is.” He said plainly.

She frowned, realizing that she was going to have to continue to work on his way of thinking. “I-“

“My queen,”

She sighed and looked down. “Yes, Ayo?”

“Sister Nakia is here to see you.”

She frowned and thought about her agenda for the day. Nowhere on there was she scheduled to meet with the ward dog. Nevertheless-

“Send her in.”

Ayo gave a short nod and motioned for the guards to open the grand doors as a fuming Nakia came strolling in.

“Y/N,” she greeted curtly. “I was just informed that you signed off for me to oversee the operations of the outreach center in Nigeria.”

The queen gave her a strange look. “Yes, I did.”

Nakia’s jaw clenched as she attempted to maintain composure. “Does T’Challa know about this?”

“Challa’ ain’t here, baby girl.” Erik commented, absentmindedly flipping through the stack of papers. “You ain’t get the memo?”

Y/N ignored his comment and turned her sights back to Nakia. “T’Challa is not set to return from his mission for another two days. We’d been waiting for the last bit of paperwork to finalize the deal, so in his absence, and as queen, I signed it and assigned you because I know of your close relationship with the Nigerians.”

Nakia bit the inside of her cheek. “While I appreciate you fulfilling your queenly duties, I would appreciate at least being consulted before I am given an assignment.”

“Damn.” Erik, once again, chimed in. “Was she supposed to ask you what pen to use before she signed off on it too?”

“Erik.” Y/n warned before holding onto the back of her chair and carefully standing up, not missing how Nakia’s eyes fell to her stomach, before diverting away in irritation. “Nakia, I understand that we never have and never will be friends. I am okay with that and have come to accept it, but what I will no longer accept is your insubordination. Think of me what you like on a personal note, I truly do not care. But on a professional note, you would do well to remember that I am not just T’Challa’s wife; I am his queen; I am Wakanda’s queen, and I am your queen.” She stepped closer and tilted her head to the side. “And I do not answer to you.” A beat. “Now, you will oversee the Nigerian outreach center, and you will do so without protest. Have I made myself perfectly clear?”

Nakia hesitated, her mouth faltering before she bowed ever so slightly. “Yes…my queen.”

“Good.” Y/N looked over at Erik. “We will finish our discussion at a later time, yes?” She started to head out the door.

He stood and gestured over to Nakia. “What about her?”

“Oh.” She said plainly. “She knows her way out.”

Erik stiffed a chuckle as Y/N left a fuming Nakia with many, many thoughts.

+++++++++

Y/N walked through the Woods of Solitude, a secluded and absolutely beautiful section of Wakanda (not that any part of the country wasn’t beautiful) by her lonesome self.

No guards. No Kimoyo beads. Just the sounds of nature, the voice of Bast, and kicks of her ever-active children to keep her company.

She knew that Okoye would have a fit when she found out that she’d left the palace unattended, but there were times where she just needed that. She needed to be alone as her mind needed time to rejuvenate, and the Woods had been a safe haven for her plenty of times during her upbringing.

Though she’d successfully managed to dodge his question, Erik was correct.

Things between she and T’Challa were tense, with conversations between the two never exceeding single digit sentences.

She hadn’t even seen him off for his mission.

It was difficult especially because both of them were so headstrong but exacerbated by the fact that neither was willing to back down.

Did she like asking Shuri to plant cameras on her husband, the girl’s brother? Absolutely not. But did she deem it necessary? Absolutely yes. As much as she hated dragging other people into their marital disputes, Y/N had a terrible feeling that her husband was crossing a line and as devastating as it would be to find out what that line was, she needed to know.

She needed to see with her own eyes.

She rubbed her belly while one hand supported the small of her back, being twenty weeks starting to take its toll on her sciatica as well as other areas.

“Your father and I used to come here.” She spoke to her unborn children. “He would listen to me lament about my troubles. Sometimes he would not say a word, but I suppose he didn’t have to. It was just his presence that brought me comfort.” She trailed off before smirking slightly. “Other times, he would rant about the inept Americans and how severely bored he was with his studies because they were so, and I quote, rudimentary.” She shook her head. “Pompous asshole.”

Y/N kept walking as she reached one of the short bridges in the woods and stopped at the beak of the incline to gaze at the water. She stayed still, giving no indication that she’d heard the snap of a twig as she was speaking and calm delivered her next words.

“If you are wise, you will reveal yourself, and perhaps I shall grant you mercy.” Her eyes whited over as she sent a bolt of electricity in the direction of her intruder as a warning sign. “Deny my request, and you shall regret it.”

There was a pause and a heavy sigh before she heard the rustling of leaves before the sound of steps. Almost immediately, she floated backward and extended her hand to force the individual into the air, keeping them a distance away from her.

Almost immediately, she noticed that the person was a man of strong build with Americanized clothing, cargo pants, long-sleeved black shirt, combat boots, his face covered, but he was equipped with vibranium weapons.

She narrowed her eyes. “Who are you, and why are you following me?”

“If you let me down, I’ll tell you, your highness.” He put the ‘your highness’ in a tone that indicated he’d almost forgotten she was royalty. Another thing she noticed was his accent. He was American. “If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done it when you first arrived her half an hour ago.”

“No, if I wanted to hurt you, I would have done so back when you first started following me an hour ago at the marketplace.” She revealed with a straight face.

She heard the stranger chuckle. “T’Challa was right. You are pretty sharp.”

Her eyebrows furrowed at that. “What does the king have to do with-“ She grew silent as the dots started to connect and her hands slowly began to drop, the man along with them. He dusted himself off before pulling his mask off and her mouth fell ajar.

“Sergeant Barnes?”

Y/N knew that T’Challa was granting the man asylum; she knew that Shuri had convinced her brother to take him out of his “coma” as she could rehabilitate him; she just didn’t know that the once Winter Soldier had returned to the field.

Let alone that he was…..watching her?

“Bucky.” He corrected politely, before gesturing down to her stomach. “Congratulations on-“

“Thank you,” she interrupted, too confounded by the shocking new information to appreciate his statement. “I do not understand-“

“General Okoye informed me that you decided to venture out here unaccompanied-“

“How did she know?” She cut him off. “I only told Ayo as Okoye was at Upanga when I left.” Y/N said referring to the Dora Milaje training facility.

Bucky faltered ever so slightly. “Ayo is second in command. You are the queen. Surely, she keeps Okoye updated on your whereabouts.”

Y/N darted her eyes up and down his frame. “I want the truth.”

He sighed and looked above her head. “I think you should talk to the King.”

“Well, the King is not here right now, is he?” She snapped and then shut her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He offered. “I know what it’s like to feel like everyone around you knows the in and outs of your life except for you.” He gave a bitter chuckle. “All I can tell you is that you are not to be without some type of guard watching you.” A beat. “No member of the royal family is.”

Her jaw shifted. “T’Challa has gone too far.”

“No disrespect your highness-“

“Y/N,” she corrected.

He nodded and continued. “But, I think the king is well within his rights. Assassination attempts-“

“What do you mean attempts?” She narrowed her eyes. “It was only one, and it was in America. Not here.” He gave her a strange look before diverting his gaze. “Bucky.”

Finally, he spoke. “As I said, I think you should speak to the king.”

“And I think you should answer my question.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “There…there have been multiple attempts on all of your lives in the past few weeks. We’ve just been able to intercept them before they could be fulfilled.”

She unconsciously moved away. “W-what?” Her hands immediately went to her stomach. “Why was I not told of this?”

“T’Challa did not want to worry any of you.”

She turned away from him and braced the railing of the bridge, her mind racing with so many different thoughts. How could he keep this from her? From all of them? Or did they know? She was inclined to think no because if anyone would have accidentally revealed such alarming news, it would have been Shuri.

A severe thought suddenly crossed her mind.

What if the person who wanted her dead had been in Wakanda all along?

+++++++++

Y/N kept to herself in the days leading up to T’Challa’s return. Everyone could see that something was amiss with the queen but shrugged it off as hormones and that she simply missed her husband and to a certain extent, that was correct. However, what truly bothered her was the fact that she was aware of the fact that her entire family was under 24/7 surveillance because of recurring threats and attempts on their lives.

She didn’t even have the desire to conduct her meetings with Shuri and Erik, citing pregnancy sickness as a way to get out.

Council meetings were brief with her letting snide remarks slide.

She just didn’t have the zeal nor the strength to debate.

Her soul was deeply troubled and her heart heavy.

Truly, all she wanted, all she needed, was to talk to T’Challa.

She needed clarity.

She needed answers.

And damnit, she just needed him.

“My queen,” she looked up in the mirror of her vanity to see Ayo watching her intently. “It is time.”

She nodded absentmindedly and got up from her seat, making her way over to the guard.

“Are you alright?”

She gave a weak smile. “Headache.”

Ayo gave a look that indicated disbelief but said nothing. “The king would like to see you before-“

“Very well,” she interrupted in a quiet voice and with a sigh.

They walked in silence as the second-in-command led her to T’Challa’s office, stopping when they reached the outside.

“Thank you, Ayo.” Y/N managed a warm smile before letting herself in, her eyes immediately starting to scan the room for her husband.

She slowly ambled over to the desk and slightly leaned back against it. “Welcome home.” She spoke with her eyes set on the rug that rested in the middle of the floor.

He came from out of the shadows, his hand going to her chin as he forced her head up and made her look at him. “You are troubled.”

She forced herself to ignore the way his touch sent chills down her spine or how seeing him, hearing his voice, and being in his proximity after almost a week had her feeing.

“It can wait.” She ignored him and returned her eyes to the rug.

“No,” she shut her eyes. “It cannot.” He brought his hands to her sides and looked down at her with such intensity that she could feel it through her closed lids. “I cannot engage with company knowing that my beloved is perturbed.”

“Yet you can go away on missions.” She commented before opening her eyes and meeting his unwavering gaze. “I just need you to look me in the eye and tell me that you did not take any lives while you were away.”

His lips pressed together and his head dropped before he looked at her again. “You do not trust me?”

“It is as you said, I am troubled right now.” A beat. “Please, just…tell me.”

He exhaled deeply and pulled her into him, pressing his lips to her forehead, her belly not too much of an issue because of their height difference. “No lives were lost, sthandwa sam.” A beat. “Bruised and bloodied they might be, but among the living, they still are.”

She cracked the smallest of smiles despite her internal dissonance, the feel of being in his arms something she has missed no matter how much she would like to deny it.

“I’ve missed you.” She whispered as his hands moved to her front, lightly feeling on her stomach.

“And I, you.” He replied as she adjusted her body so that she was angled, her head resting against his chest. He allowed one hand to rest on her back while the other kept planted firmly on her womb. “Y/N-“

“Later.” She assured, just needing a few more moments to relish in the feeling of being in his warm embrace. He said nothing and just continued to hold her.

“T’Challa.” A knock interrupted the intimated moment between the husband and wife as the king looked up to see Nakia standing in the doorway, a hopeful expression on her face that faded almost instantly when she saw Y/N. “My apologies. I did not realize…” She trailed off and cleared her throat. “Y-“ She raised her brow, still in the exact same position, head still lying on her husband’s chest. “My queen.” Nakia forced out in a faux kind voice.

“Was there something you needed, Nakia?” T’Challa questioned.

“No, just to tell you that it is rather out of the norm for the King of Wakanda to not be in attendance at his own party.”

“We will be there shortly.” He confirmed, hand moving up and down Y/N’s back.

“Very well.” Nakia said nothing else, eager to leave the room.

“And that?” He looked down at her, but she refused to meet his gaze. “Love.”

“Hmmm.”

“Since when does Nakia refer to you as my queen?”

“Isn’t that what I am?” She said with a certain sass.

The corners of his mouth turned upward as he grabbed her chin and lowered his lips toward hers.

“Without question, sthandwa sam.”

+++++++++

The gala was, without a doubt, one of the most excruciatingly boring events that Y/N had experienced since becoming queen.

And yes, that was a completely biased opinion.

There were far too many people for her liking, too many “congratulations your highness” or “praise be to the ancestors for blessing the king with an heir.”

And Bast help her if one more person asked to touch her stomach, she was prepared to unleash a hailstorm upon the nation of Wakanda unlike any the world had ever seen.

To make matters even worse, she was more or less forced to deal with it on her own, T’Challa handling political matters with the husbands of the wives who were driving his poor wife insane. He would try to break away from conversations, checking up on her even if for a second to just grab her hand or kiss her temple, but he would immediately be called away to finish mingling with guests.

Y/N had hoped maybe Ramonda could help, but she was off in her own world, chatting with some of the elder women who were also some of her nearest and dearest friends. And Bast be damned, she couldn’t pry the woman from her girlfriends just because she didn’t want to be social.

Then she looked for Shuri who simply told her:

“Sucks to suck.”

When she was growing up, she remembered how she and T’Challa would eventually sneak away from these types of events, just enjoying each other’s companies.

Now, things were different.

After all, it would be somewhat strange from the King to disappear from his own event.

However, the Queen’s absence, just for a short while, would not be cause for alarm.

So, eventually, Y/N found a way out.

The washroom.

She leaned her head back against the spacious stall, snacking on a piece of bread.

“But do you see her dress?”

She froze when she heard the unfamiliar voice and shut her eyes as her solitude was interrupted.

A snicker. “Tacky. One would with think that with the amount of weight she’s gained with this pregnancy, she would dress more modestly.”

“Ha! Her kind does not know the first thing about being modest.”

“Do you think the child will be like her?”

“I certainly hope not.” A beat. “What a disappointment that would be for the King.”

“Hmm. He should have chosen a better woman, a true Wakandan. There are plenty of suitable choices out there who are certainly more worthy of the crown. Instead, he inbreeds with the likes of her.”

“I didn’t even think her kind could reproduce.”

“I am sure that he checked before he married her.”

“I doubt it. Haven’t they known each other since they were children? I wouldn’t be surprised if this has been her plan all along.”

“My lady.” The woman laughed. “You are terrible. Do you think her that conniving?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Her father though…”

“Apparently she died.” She said with the slightest hint of humor in her voice. “At least that’s the story. My theory is that she didn’t want to be bothered with a freak for a daughter.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Zanda. At least one parent has to be a…damnit what are they called again?”

Zanda.

It made sense now.

The Princess of Narobia was one of Africa’s most outspoken leaders against mutants, viewing them as mistakes, constantly endorsing companies and legislatures that seek to find “cures.”

She was one of the first countries to sign the Accords and rumor was that Narobia was currently drafting a bill to ban mutants from its country.

Y/N suddenly wondered what in the hell T’Challa was even thinking by inviting the woman.

“Mutant.” Y/N finally spoke, making her presence known as she stepped out of the stall. “They’re, we’re, called mutants.”

“Y/N,” she said with a smirk, clearly unfazed by the fact that the woman who she’d just spent five minutes insulting had heard everything.

“I-we-“ The other woman, who Y/N did not recognize was visibly nervous, almost ashamed. “My queen.” Looking over her attire, T’Challa’s wife soon realized that she was not a royal and instead most likely an assistant of some sort.

“Was I speaking to you?” She raised her brow and the other woman looked down before Y/N returned her intense gaze to the smirking monarch. “Tell me, Princess, if you feel so strongly about me, why even come?”

“In spite of the questionable choices being made by the current king-“

“And who are you to question my husband’s choices?” Y/N patience was growing thin, not that it was at a decent level, to begin with, but this conversation was not helping. Not even a little.

“If anything, girl, who are you to question me?” Zanda shot back with equal sass and no sign of cowering. “From what royal tribe do you come? What royal blood runs through your veins? Will the ancestors smile upon your offspring?”

The assistant snapped her head to look at the Princess. “Zanda.”

Zanda ignored her. “Do you honestly believe that that crown upon your head or the fact that the child that grows inside of you makes you any less inferior?”

Before she could stop herself, a gust of wind swept through the washroom and sent both Zanda and her friend flying into the opposite wall.

“My queen!” Ayo came barging in, spear at hand as she looked back and forth between the Queen and the two women on the ground. “Are you alright?”

“I am fine, Ayo.” She assured, but her voice indicated otherwise.

“Freak of nature!” Princess Zanda hissed while standing to her feet. “Can’t face a real woman without resorting to your abnormalities!” She started to march toward Y/N and Ayo’s face took on a dark gleam.

“Move or you will be moved.”

“No Ayo,” Y/N held up a hand to stop her. “It is beneath all of us.” Ayo looked dissatisfied but stood in her spot, instead watching the assistant who watched in horror.

Zanda stepped even closer, placing her finger in the queen’s face. “You have and always will be beneath us.”

“Get your finger out of my face.” Y/N spoke through gritted teeth, electricity starting to buzz at her fingertips.

“And if I don’t?” Zanda challenged. “I have armies at my disposal! Weapons that will drain your powers and grind you and your illegitimate seed into dust!”

Perhaps it was the culmination of the fact that Y/N was just frustrated with everything, T’Challa’s secrecy, the damn party, the fact that her life was constantly in danger, hormones, or maybe she’d just had enough of Zanda’s mouth. Whatever the case, there was no denying the satisfaction she felt when her arm lifted from the side of her body and her fist collided with Zanda’s face, sending the woman stumbling before falling onto the floor.

“Oh my!” The assistant gasped, eyes wide as she managed to break away from Ayo’s eyes of terror and crouched to tend to Zanda’s bleeding nose. “Princess, are you alright?”

“Do I look alright you imbecile?” She hissed, holding onto her face. “Well, don’t just stand there! Help me up!”

“Never forget, Zanda.” Y/N stepped forward. “I don’t need powers.”

She looked over at Ayo who was trying her hardest to not smile in amusement. “Have the guards see her out.”

Ayo gave the Wakandan salute. “Yes, my queen.”

“I’ll sue you for this!” Y/N ignored the threat and walked out the washroom, praying to Bast that she could continue to maintain her calm composure.

No one could see the tears that’d been threatening to spill for the past twenty or so minutes.

+++++++++

“I said that I wanted to be alone, Ayo.” Y/N shouted for the third time as she angrily wiped at her eyes, removing the last bit of makeup.

“But I am not Ayo.”

Her eyes went wide as she stood from her vanity and walked over to the door, opening it to reveal her solemn-faced mother-in-law.

“Ramonda.” She whispered. “Please, forgive me. I-“

Ramonda shook her head. “Fret not. Ayo told me about your encounter with Princess Zanda.” The pregnant queen’s eyes dropped to the ground.

“So are you here to lecture me for fighting while with child, leaving a party being hosted by myself and T’Challa, or-“

“How about to see how you are doing?” She suggested softly and then gestured inside the room. “May I?”

Y/N stepped to the side and closed the door behind her. Ramonda walked and sat on the sofa near the fireplace, patting the seat beside her. “Come.”

Y/N hesitated before taking the seat and immediately starting to chastise herself. “I should not have let her get the best of me.”

“Y/N-“

“It was a mind game that she played and I, licensed counselor, fell victim.”

“Y/N-“

“Truly, it was no way for a qu-“

“Child.” Ramonda placed her hands over her daughter-in-law’s which caused the younger woman to look up, revealing glassy eyes and a troubled soul. “What did she say to have you so frazzled?”

Y/N held her gaze for a while before dropping her gaze. “May I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

She took a deep breath. “Do…do you ever wish T’Challa had married Nakia?” Ramonda looked taken back. “Do you think things would be different? Easier?”

“Oh honey,” Ramonda shook her head and rubbed her back.

“Sometimes I feel as though my being here only causes everyone around here problems-“

“Uxolo andivanga?” Ramonda looked almost insulted. “Has that immoral woman put a spell on you? How could such a statement leave your mouth? Look at everything that you have done with Erik and Shuri. Dare I say it, but those two have developed a sort of friendship because of your sessions. We have gone through so much in this past year and I feared how it would affect our family, but you have done so much to facilitate the healing process.” She shook her head. “And to even question if my son made the right choice? You are the one that he chose, Y/N and he chose not based on how ‘easy’ the decision would be, but with his heart. He loves you, little one, and the children that you two have created as a result of that love. So you must never allow an envious foreigner to put into your head any ridiculous notion that forces you to question any of that.” A beat. “And I could not ask for a better daughter or woman to birth my grandchildren.”

Y/N smiled and dropped her head before pulling the smiling woman in for a hug.

“Thank you, Ramonda.” She whispered, holding onto her for a few more seconds before they separated. “I suppose I should go back out there.”

“Absolutely not.” Ramonda shook her head. “You have been through quite enough for one evening. Stay. Rest. Let T’Challa handle the rest.” She placed a kiss on her daughter-in-law’s forehead. “And Y/N?”

“Yes?” She looked up with a small smile.

“Your mother would be proud of you.”

+++++++++

“I can see myself out!” Zanda sneered as she and the last of her party loaded the jet that they’d arrived in. She just wanted to get the hell out of that place, mostly because her nose and pride were killing her, but not that she’d ever admitted that.

“Give us a moment.” She froze when she heard the voice.

“But-“

“Please.”

Zanda rolled her eyes and turned around, placing her hand on her hip as the guards left her alone with the man himself.

“Hodari.” She plastered on a fake smile. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“What the hell were you thinking?”

She rolled her eyes. “Considering your freak of a child attacked me-“

“I would watch my tone if I were you, princess-“ He said in a dangerously calm voice.

She tilted her head to the side with a smile. “Need I remind you who came to who for assistance, Wakandan?”

“Yes, but let us never forget who always holds the upper hand Narobian.” He shot back with equal candor. “What is the status of the cure?”

“Same as last time.” She said in a bored voice.

“Your lack of progress is starting to become unacceptable, Zanda.” He narrowed his eyes.

“Then, by all means, Hodari. Take your business elsewhere.” She gasped and placed a finger on her lips. “Oh wait, you do not have any other options, do you?” She smiled.

He stepped forward and released a growl. “You should praise the ancestors that I do not have you thrown in a cell for the stunt you pulled tonight.”

“For your information, I never once put my hands on the ihagu.” Hodari clenched his jaw at Zanda referring to his daughter as swine. “She was the who resorted to violence. I see why you want the cure so badly. She needs to be controlled.”

He ignored her insults as best he could. “And you are sure it will cure the children as we-“

“Children? She carries twins?” Hodari shut his eyes. “Well, that explains why she is so round.” A beat. “Although, I do wonder-“

“Wonder what?” He interrupted sharply.

She smiled wickedly. “How would she react to finding out what he dear old baba has been doing behind her back? Better yet, what would the king do?”

Hodari stilled and chuckled, placing his hands behind his back. “Tell me something, Zanda.” He stepped forward. “Are you familiar with the Hatut Zeraze?” His own lips curled into a wicked smile as hers fell, her eyes filled with fear. “I will take that as a yes.” A beat. “Tell me, what do you know.”

“They were monsters!” She hissed, the fear in her voice unmistakable. “A group of mercenaries, assassins, dogs of war assembled by King Azzuri.”

“You are correct.” He nodded slowly. “Always in the shadows, they served to carry out those missions and such that the great Black Panther could not.”

“You mean murder.” She interjected darkly.

“Among other things.” He kept going. “But one thing that remained constant was that they were always loyal to the royal family, no matter who it was that sat on the throne.”

“Then why were they disbanded?”

“King T’Chaka did not agree with some of their tactics,” Hodari said with a sigh. “So he formed the Dora Milaje.” He then crossed his arms. “But as you know, King T’Challa is very different from his father.”

Zanda’s eyes stretched as her heartbeat became erratic. “Are you telling me that T’Challa has recommissioned the Hatut Zeraze?”

“I am telling you that the king, like myself, is a man who will do whatever and I do mean whatever it takes to keep his family safe.” Hodari hissed while invading Zanda’s personal space until he was merely inches away. “So, if I were you, princess, I would remember before whom I throw out threats because you never who exactly you are dealing with.” He winked and started to back away. “Safe travels, my lady.”

As Hodari made his way back into the palace and Zanda boarded her jet, a lurking figure sighed heavily and descended back into the shadows, preparing their report for later debriefing.

+++++++++

“You should have called me,” T’Challa said with a frown, his hands lightly rubbing up and down Y/N’s triceps. “And where were your guards? Ayo should have been there.”

“It was in the washroom, love.” She mumbled, her head rested against his bare chest, eyes on the night sky. “They cannot be with me everywhere that I go.”

“Maybe they should.”

“T…” She sighed. “It was nothing that I could not handle.”

“You should not be fighting, Y/N.”

“Actually, I am not sure that fighting is the correct term. After all, doesn’t that indicate two people going at it? That wench never even scratched me.” She muttered, satisfied when she looked up to see him struggling not to smile.

“That is-you are missing the point.”

“If I had called for you, you would have made her apologize in front of everyone, would you not?”

“Of course,-“

“Exactly, and I do not want an apology if it is not sincere. The things that she said…she meant them…and I meant my punch.” Y/N shrugged before realizing that T’Challa would drag this on for hours if she didn’t change the subject. So, she decided to finally bring up the elephant in the room. “Why did you not tell me about the assassination attempts?”

His rubbing stopped, so did his heartbeat, and she could even hear his breathing hitch in his throat.

“What?”

She sighed and pushed further back so that she was no longer laying on his chest but on his lap, her hand going to grab onto his forearm.

“I saw Bucky a few days ago. Caught him following me around the Woods of Solitude.”

T’Challa sighed and shut his eyes. “What good would it have done?”

She frowned. “You don’t think I deserve to know that my own people are trying to kill me?”

He too frowned. “Do you know why?”

“The children, right?” His hands automatically, instintictively, and protectively went to her belly. She turned her head to stare at the sky again. “I’ve had days to think about it, cry about it.” A beat. “I just don’t understand how people could be so..evil. To hate me is one thing, but to wish death on innocent children, Ramonda, Shuri…”

He stroked the top of her head while the other stayed on her stomach. “I did not want you with that stress. You all will be safe. You have my word.”

“What about you?” She looked up at him. “What of your stress? You cannot always be the worry to carry everyone’s burden’s love.”

“I can when you are the one carrying our future.” His fingers softly run across her stomach as she shut her eyes and allowed his fingers to caress her cheek. “All I need is you, Y/N.” A beat. “Your love is strength, and it seems your love is always giving me strength.”

Was she completely satisfied with his response? No. She still felt like there was something that he wasn’t telling her and at that point, she knew that there was something that he wasn’t telling her.

But she could see where he was coming from. It wasn’t that he was purposely trying to deceive her. His concern was for the well-being of their children. He needed her emotionally healthy so that their offspring could remain physically healthy.

It wasn’t an ideal situation, but she would have to deal with it.

For the time being, at least.

+++++++++

T’Challa’s kimoyo beads lit up in the middle of the night.

Gingerly, he pried himself away from his sleeping wife and made his way to his office, locking the door before calling the person back.

“Yes.”

“You were right.”

He sighed heavily and sat down in his chair.

“What is it?” The man hesitated. “Wolf.”

“A cure.”

T’Challa frowned. “What?”

“Seems as though Zanda’s company is trying to produce a serum to…cure mutants.”

The king’s hand formed into a fist. “He means to strip his own daughter of her powers?”

“It’s not just her, T’Challa.” A beat. “He wants it for the twins too.”

The king growled and knocked over a nearby plaque causing it to shatter and break as he stared down at his desk and attempted to calm his growing rage.

Finally, he spoke.

“You know what to do.”

Bucky nodded. “It’ll be handled.”

The call ended and T’Challa sat down at his desk while rubbing his temples.

He was no fool. He knew Zanda’s views on mutants and knew that she thought ill of his wife; however, he had no idea that things would turn so chaotic between she and Y/N.

However, when he discovered a strange link of correspondence between the princess and his wife’s father, his curiosity was piqued and not in a good way.

The ball was a perfect test to see if and how they would interact. Sure enough, they had throughout the night. Nothing out of the norm. Ironically, the confrontation between the two woman ended up confirming T’Challa’s theory.

Hadari was not all that he claimed to be.

T’Challa was just now faced with how in the hell he was going to tell his wife that her father wasn’t the man she thought he was.

The king looked up when he heard footsteps outside his door. He figured it was either Okoye or Y/N.

“Come in,” he sighed.

“Oh, I wasn’t asking.” His head shot up as a smirking Erik ambled his way in and lazily plopped in a chair. “Sup cuz.”

“What are you-” T’Challa eyed him warily.

“Thanks for the invite to the party, by the way.” He said with a wink. “Naw, being around a bunch of bougie ass black people ain’t my style anyway.”

“What do you want, Erik?”

“Got a business proposition for you.”

T’Challa leaned back in his chair. “Okay.”

“Let me help you find out who hired that hitman in Cali to kill Y/N.” On the inside, the king was shocked. On the outside, he looked bored. “We both know that it was someone here, and that you lack the conviction to be impartial in terms of who could have done it.”

“And you think you do?”

“I don’t give a fuck about these people.” Erik shrugged nonchalantly.

“Then why help?”

“Messing with princess, fucking random handmaidens, shit gets boring after awhile.” A beat. “Or you could just let me join the Hatut Zeraze?”

T’Challa gripped the handles on his chairs. “What did you just say?”

Erik smirked. “Relax Martin. Got this Dora I’m messing with too. She doesn’t know about that, just let it spill that you ordered for ya’ family to have guards wherever they go. No matter what. That’s kinda excessive, even for you. So that could only mean one thing, assassination. My pop’s told me about the Hatut Zeraze. That was their thing, right? So, I got to thinking. T’Challa not about to go killing people, nor is the Dora Milaje, but I’m sure he knows a group who will.”

“Why are you here, Erik?” T’Challa was growing frustrated. He certainly didn’t need to explain himself to his cousin of all people. “To gloat?”

“Naw. I ain’t mad. I’d do the same thing.”

“No, you’d kill them all yourselves with no regard and zero regrets.”

“But isn’t that what you’d like to do, cuz?” Erik smiled as T’Challa’s glare intensified even though he said nothing to refute the statement because, well, it was true. Attacks against loved ones were the only things that could take T’Challa into a dark place “Huh. Maybe she was right. Maybe we do have more in common than I thought.”

“Why do you even want to help?” T’Challa asked one final question before giving his answer.

Erik’s smile finally dropped as an unreadable expression came upon his face. “Let’s just say I owe someone a favor.” A beat. “So, we got a deal or what?”

T’Challa sat in silence. Was he insane? Just less than a year ago, Erik had literally tried to kill him, took the throne, and almost thrown Wakanda into a nuclear war with the world. However, he couldn’t ignore the gut feeling that he had about there somehow been a sense of earnest in Erik’s proposition.

After all, since when did Erik openly seek to help someone else.

Besides, make no mistakes, there was so much more at stake this time around.

Should Erik make the dire decision to betray him, T’Challa would not hesitate this time around.

He would kill him.

The king stood, walked over to his cousin, and extended his hand.

“Deal.”

[strangcrdoctor]

∞Guardians commentary time, because I was honestly too wiped out to get to it last night but I’m still very up for it now. 

1. So here’s my question about the opening sequence on Morag. If Ronan had hired the people that faced off with Quill in the opening sequence on Morag, was it just the case that Ronan’s men arrived 2.5 minutes too late, like Peter arrived just early enough to beat out Yondu? Because initially my impression was that they were indigenous and guarding it, but I know now that not to be the case because Korath is very much a devotee of Ronan, etc. But even if it is the case that Peter beat Ronan’s people, holy timing Batman. Seriously kudos to Quill for being even if incidentally two steps ahead of even Ronan’s game. 2. Okay one, Nova Prime Irani Rael is a hot piece and two she definitely deserves to be the girlfriend of General Leia Organa you can disagree with me but that makes you a suspect human being. Anyway, Rael making the diplomatic call to the Kree to denounce Ronan was not out of bounds for normal statecraft. Especially with a new and tenuous alliance, she’s not only right in calling bullshit that the Kree empire has said nothing to denounce Ronan, but she’s also right in advising they make a statement to stabilize their early peace because early peace is amazingly fragile. But like way to not maintain an alliance at all Kree Empire. You suck. 3. The actual diversity of felons on the Kyln is pretty neat, I’m not going to lie. Not just interspecies representation but also body type representation. There’s big very obviously non-straight criminals. There’s cool as shit looking alien species. There’s chubby feminine looking criminals! Tell me who they are Marvel! Tell me. 4. Now that Thanos’ real character has been revealed in the course of IW it is no damn wonder why Thanos thought of Ronan as a petulant child. Granted, Thanos’ logic is worse in that it is slightly better, but by comparison Thanos is an overly dire pragmatist were Ronan is very much just a racist bigot with a power complex. Thanos predictably find’s Ronan’s racial shortsightedness pithy, and I really have zero doubt that if Ronan had actually gone to piss on Thanos’ front lawn he would not have lasted long. 5. On the other hand, really Thanos. #1 piece of advice in the universe is don’t torture and dismantle women and then trust them to be complicit. You will die. 6. If anyone doesn’t feel pelvic sorcery during a close listening to Fooled Around & Fell In Love they are definitely soulless. 7. I also really really want to know what the hell they were drinking on Knowhere that got Rocket and Drax drunk (I mean who knows they might both be lightweights but I doubt it.), because Stephen wants some. 8. I’ll come right out and say it it’s a fucking shame that Tivan’s collection gets blown to hell. Not because Tivan isn’t twisted as hell keeping live specimens and slaves to himself, but more on the “holy crap what cool stuff just got destroyed that the universe will never see again” kind of way. It’s like the burning of the Library of Alexandria, only somehow worse. 9. The nods given to Thor: The Dark World and The Avengers are of course interesting given there’s a Dark Elf and a Chitauri, but I’m super curious about what made those particular specimens of each special enough for Tivan to keep them. Tivan deals with the depths and breadths of the universe coming in and out of Knowhere, and he doesn’t just snag one item from every species or race he comes across. So was there something interesting in particular about that Dark Elf and that Chitauri? Was the Chitauri one of the only remaining survivors after the nuclear explosion? Was the Dark Elf one of Malekith’s higher ups? I’m just curious about them, and curious about Tivan’s reasoning for keeping them. 10. Okay but adding to this whole Tivan’s collection tangent, Cosmo the Space dog cracks me up and not just because it’s funny for Tivan to have a doggie cosmonaut in his collection. Cosmo is a legit character in the Guardians comics, and he’s head of security on Knowhere and telepathic. So even if Tivan is keeping him in his collection or is just trying to keep him out of the way for something, just imagine what it’s like having an angry Russian dog thinking at you all the time because you’re getting in the way of him doing his job. 11. Slightly different bend on the Tivan train, but Carina legitimately just heard Tivan talk about how the stone was capable of destroying even a whole group of people who tried to wield it, and she was still willing to take the risk of being incinerated rather than living with her current conditions. Carina wasn’t resolutely making the hero play - she was making a suicide play knowing full well it would end that way if the hero play didn’t work. 12. When Yondu states that Peter doesn’t give a rip about Terra like. Dude. How many fucking references in this movie has he made to Terran culture? Music and movies and art and holy shit would you look at that, he sure as hell talks like a more culturally integrated human than anything else you twat waffle. Great way to piss him off though and get him to play it your way, which granted is what I think Yondu was probably doing the whole time but still. You don’t look at this boy who idolizes Footloose and knows who Jackson Pollock is and tell him he doesn’t care about Earth. Caring about Footloose and Jackson Pollock at all is a labor of love. 13. Speaking of Yondu, how the fuck is that the jewel frog bauble considered by anyone to be worth of the “high end” community? On top of it just hurting me, it does really raise the question of how is trite crap like that so valuable? Does it have some vector of worth and rarity because its origins are weird, obscure, or finite? Are the gems magical artifacts of some kind? Are the wealthy in space that mother-fucking self-ironic? Because if they are I want to know them. 14. Peter Quill, everyone, who makes a dick message to garner trust 15. Not for the first for for the last time will I say this, but Ravager tech is impressive. And I am amazingly intrigued at how Ravagers got such good technology and resources on their hands. True, they steal things and make money off of trades and pilfering. But that isn’t the only way to acquire goods and it’s not the only thing a viable pirating economic model can survive off of. Half the reason the Ravagers succeed is because they run like a business, have clientele, and are clientele for certain sects, right? So what kind of powerful connections do they have that allow them their advanced fleets? That’s the kind of shit I want to know about. 16. Also what the hell are Ronan’s pilots with the weird glowy psychic spheres on the Dark Aster? Is the Dark Aster itself Kree technology, or something Ronan got from Thanos who appropriated it from some other world he’s conquered? Because we know so little about the Kree in the MCU it’s hard to say, but I suppose we’ll have to wait and see if the Kree ever do become a part of canon so we can have more data with which to make a comparison. 17. Guardians does a pretty good job of taking at least some time to portray how terrible aerial dogfighting is on a mass scale because honestly it’s a bloody nightmare. It’s pictured so often and so carelessly in film that it’s not something we often think about, and the only movie I’ve ever seen that addresses how it feels in human terms is Dunkirk, but the intensity and messiness of it in Guardians is still pretty realistic and I give it props for that. 18. It occurs to me that maybe the younger, post-GOTG Groot is so bitter and antisocial for a while because of how giving the elder Groot was, and the seedling felt the sacrifice and his existence was under-appreciated? It was just a thought that crossed my mind. 19. Also Ronan you twat. “Engage Immolation Initiative” is just Big Mean & Fancy for “light ‘em up fuckers,” don’t pretend you’re any cooler than anyone else. 20. I really really appreciate the design that went into the Xandarian cityscape as a fully intergalactic multicultural society that shows it even in the way the city and buildings are assembled. The city isn’t uniform like a lot of science-fiction cities are - it’s got texture. Different sectors have different styles of buildings and different architecture. Like a real metropolitan area, it’s a patchwork of influences and it’s very well done. 21. Kudos to Rocket for identifying that ground-to-air is a super viable defense strategy. One thing that people tend to forget about ground-to-air is that aside from clouds, there’s no obstacles behind which to hide in the sky, so while ground defense might seem clumsy at times, air offense is hugely precarious because there is absolutely no defense mechanism against any attack except maneuvering, and when a defense is fully able to target that weakness it’s pretty damn effective. 22. It’s interesting to me how well superhero movies integrate climaxes within battle sequences? Some people might call it lazy but I call it interesting when when defense lines break, plans fail, and when teams encounter interference to push the plot forward. Plot movement in Marvel movies curry a lot of momentum from these events, but actually they’re pretty interesting replications of how modern society has been built on the results of such events within our own history. History has been moved by these exact same sorts of events, which is why they make sense to us in storytelling. 23. Peter protecting Groot from Rocket’s crash into the into the Dark Aster? Golden. And then Peter immediately going to Rocket from the wreckage? Stellar. Peter Quill you are a gem. 24. I will never forgive Marvel for hurting me as bad with “We are Groot” as Warner Brothers did with “Suuuuuperman” in Iron Giant. Stop giving Vin Diesel more opportunities to rip my heart out of my chest, please. 25. My mom and my uncle, her brother, both adored the entire GOTG soundtrack so much and it brought them so much joy watching it together that it got me into Motown. Even though it was oblique and dorky, Marvel did something amazing with this movie and gave my parents a piece of their own youth back, while giving me a chance to share in their knowledge and experience. It’s stuck with me ever since, especially because fundamentally that experience is the reason I got into Motown music, which I now adore with all my heart.

Alright, done with that. These are... just getting longer and longer I’m sorry guys no one should have ever allowed me to do this. Oh well. Too late to stop me now. Captain America: The Winter Solider is up next, and oh the pain.∞

[throwingideasatthewall]

The Clone Wars    Senate Murders

          (Season 2 Episode 15)

Ack      ....  So     are     we    going     to    address     the     guy      that    got     killed?      . .      Oh      This   is a new one       . . .         Oh       No       . . .        The        Bab        ies        -      Will       Only    Pro     Long

  Oh good

 [I was worried      I was going to have to pull out  The old   “Amidala kills children,”      Thing,]

   Any way,      That’s            Good        I like        babies not getting         hurt,         [Cute things in      general]    

      Oof           That’s           Not-

     [pretty sure       that’s the            point]

       Whelp

Well I have teased       Amidala pretty       unmercifully,      Regarding       That        Episode,        I do    still give her       a bit of slack          (Age    appropriate)       Because she still    has a chance to        un-feck the situation      [In the       story]

 Least we know    it      isn’t her getting   poison      ed this time,

 Oh,   never     mind,

That actually    did   apparently   help     (slightly)     (in the   unaccountable)        (Slightly           less       toxicity          in         air)

     Smooth

      Hold             Up           Wait,          Wasn’t              Ready           (Sus             Pect-           Ing-       Animation           That       smooth,

      I          think that was      Sa-        tine          -            Good         ref      (erence)          Picking       up        right       where       he      left        off  

   C-3PO

   Nice

  Whelp

-Windows        -

   Okay,        Minor        Issue?

  ?

  Oh it’s a whole bunch of them

   That’s nice-

      Senator            Stonk

“what will the public think   if I don’t want to make child soldiers,?”

     -Boomer

    (Probably)

   “But he wants to know    how very sorry he is,”

    Haha

      That   is the correct tone

  “Sorry-”

   Sorry doesn’t get you anything

   It’s an attempt to control the     narr-     ative

And    nothing else

 (If you screw up just      fix the problem     don’t keep dragging the tox,”

   Votes

  That’s nice

This is a very non-toxic         healthy tea

  (I know he’s kind of assuming authority          here

    But they   seem to be pretty close friends-

   Who are covered under the friend-      ship rules

“ A.k.a. not doing it to a random stranger who doesn’t like it,”

 Good rule

Oh God      It’s        

THAT

fucker..  

   ?

With the line about   convincing     other people of good?

I-

 Nope-

Note; this isn’t an official X

 It’s just a show my venomous   hatred of this guy..

And the episode he   Spawned    from

 Which was the first one to     earn a strike from me...

For normalizing    abuse...

With that in mind I give this episode the benefit of the     doubt...

  Even with that     concerning opening line

  So I will acknowledge I am slightly doubtful

 [not quite   putting on the   SWAT gear,    maybe just     a bat]

With that-     in mind- let’s continue...

... .

Mistakes       ...     

Em-     That at least counts as   one tox

Bring up the previous   things you did wrong     does not fix it

It’s guilt tripping

And an attempt to get the other party to validate   your toxicity

Dude’s      Towing..

Just after a joke   about how sorry doesn’t do anything

I hope the writers can see the irony in that

(Utilize          It)

  Peace         -         Dick

  Ah

   Hey-

[Repeat generations/friends can be friends with older     members,      just      Weird,]         -        Any       ,Way-

  Aight

  Ni’     gh    t’

 Ah- did they skip over to it or they   going?

“exciting isn’t quite the word   I would use,”

Toxic,     authority assuming,     enabling,

Authority assume     is not ok  regardless of what generation you   are

[Dude’s going to be a Traitor,        Isn’t he?

  They focused on him

  Might be actually a good bit of tension    if he didn’t      (Former   Separatist)

Terri-fying

Yeah surrounded by a bunch of toxic boomers   who will   feel free.    To be as doubting       distrustful.    negative     and overall unhelpful

As you allow

And they feel like pushing the   boundary...

Mind

Or-     gana

Dick move

It’s her     personal opinion       -      and it ain’t   tox?

People can have   dislikes

Not like she called you an   Overinvolved boomer       —        or held you to any   accountability       (Yet)          ...    

 Who order-

[This is getting really     tox

and I don’t trust the   writers           ✖️ Just   putting      it     over        there         in       case      I need it           .....

 Hm

 You

 ..  [Grooming        isn’t cool

 Self deprecation       isn’t either]

  Aight

  Hm

 Also there’s a process you need to go to to speak?

Money doesn’t   matter -

Killing    -      and     hatred      but       the   pacifistic        bitch        vilified

*Spoken   in  complement

She kicked     ASS   last episode

*sorry   for the vulgarity       I’m excited      . .       Also,    so is this     Padme’s episode.

 Cause        Neat.

 Good

 But are votes   casted by     clapping?

(I’m not sure)

 Okay

  Whelp

That’s     either a bad guy       or damn good red   herring

I’m intrigued

Also, whatever happened to     Clovis?

Like,      he still a        senator?

He get   kicked?

Uhm

Dude,

 False   appreciation

Also yeah     what was with that dude       earlier?

[Uncle what’s his name apologize to him for Padme’s comment despite Uncle what’s his name being the one who made it, implying dude took a serious issue with it,]

Also,   Oo, is this working of the previous quote about the line between friends and foes being blurred.

              [I like                  consistency]

So it has to be one of those guys,

The ones in the   room with her,

I’m putting a guess on   Senator-

 The one uncle       what’s- his-name         apologized to

      That guy

[Or it could be that guy that]

No actually he’s probably   abstain        ed for that reason

Sorry      I’m getting ahead          -     But it does say     “Murder,”

   And        I      am    curious        .     Really   going   over       -         Also    why   is that guy   bowing?

[Tran-slation?]

Right        .        obvious     villain       .

 Also   light bullshit..

There’s no-   way guy could’ve made it over there

The thing is still in session

We saw him less than a    minute ago

 And she just came in directly

[He’d be         halfway down the hallway]

For likely scope

Yeah, this dude is totally a     Red     Herring       -        He’s    way    too    over     the     top       ...    I’m putting my bets      On that human Senator          Guy           .       CHILD SOLDIERS      ARE BAD!       [sorry I just   felt the need to say that,]

  Okay,    Uncle-what’s his name-

Other person

 That guy-

  Drink      -ing!

  Nice

  Vi-ctory

   Oh, this looks like a problem

    Child groomers          In-       corporate-

    Off

Second Red herring!

(It’s that guy   and I’m sticking with        it)

  Private

  Yeah,  like how did he even get into the room without a key card?

  I know Amidala’s a senator and      by that,               A public      servant,         But you figure if they’re bringing out the    alcohol, they’d shut the door

   -Declare      off hours

  -For the celeb     ration-

 Separatist      Con        Spiracy-

   She has a     point-

   You did a     hundred percent enable his behavior

    (No argument            there)

      Pro- separatist

Ah, uncle back stabber there would contradict you

   Not sure if you’re the same species

But,       you do know about his bullshit,

Don’t assume accountability       free snarking             Territory           (They’re all enablers so I’m not even going to bother with the math,      About who screwed up more,          All the   elders   here are held to the same standard,       About,

 Uncle Backstabber a little more

   *Since I know what he did,

Account

From the most bastard,       of the group,

Who’s the next Red herring?

It’s that dude     I swear      Soon

Yeah child soldiering is a bitch

As is enabling

But she has no idea what’s going to happen     being the past.

Dick,    whelp,

Poor       Frita       (I think)

He’s going       he’s going to get roped into this too     isn’t he?

      “ We you must be doing something right,”

Nah,  enabling abusers  never a good idea

   But then again there’s no rules for dealing with trauma individuals because they aren’t supposed to be any

   How long that takes and what it entails

   Is down to who ever is        asserting accountability     (Excluding      the actual accountability, cutting      Them off)

That’s unnegotiable

(And it can’t involve   death)

Too.     harsh-

No you haven’t-

Well, yeah

But that’s     accessory at best     ... Ono you’ve done a wonderful job

No he hasn’t

Don’t coddle   the abuser

 He’s screwed up pretty consistently

 Pretty sure       it’s more than five

And was leading to let the future get     hecked         ...

 Very       Likely

He wasn’t hurt

The other lady   spent a lot more time defending

She should get the ‘don’t listen to them’

If anything just    ‘reflect the bitch’          (Neutral)          Aight    

     Too          Late!

      Can someone stop      playing the sad music?

      This isn’t sad

     And you can’t make me       sympathize for the abuser

   (I- don’t trust this     writer)

    That Dude sus

    Aight

  Faker-

He’s dying you        dumb ass

(Having a      heart attack       probably

  All the stress            of denial)

   Whelp

Call!

 Please

 Whelp

 -Oh wait      bitch is dead?

Uhm.

DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD  the WICKED WITCH IS DEAD!    

 (I know that seems really harsh-            But dude- deserved it

And I never have to deal with that character        anymore!

So,

 Al-      right       the      funeral;

 Um,

DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD  the WICKED WITCH IS DEAD!

 (I’m sorry I really hated that      character-)

* In reality      the loss of life is a very serious thing and      I don’t mean to make light of it

 But no one is required      to feel sad about their abusers-         Nor toxic individuals        Nor anyone else        Yes the loss of life is a     serious thing           But it should not             And could not         control a person’s life

I’ve always played accountability    over death          Or death   penalty           ...

“...was is a flawed man,”

  He tried to sell someone into   slavery...

  The fact that Amidala was an adult           and could get out of the situation           Doesn’t forgive        how terrible that situation was.

    Un-healthy           And        Wrong

   “Own    mistakes”

 And he tried to guilt trip everyone       into giving him validation

    Specifically           Amidala

      Every        occasion

    [Also      flawed          Some          one        breaking            the           code           once             or           twice,           (Under            five)            Is        flawed,

       This         dude          tox,  

       He should’ve been sentenced     to      accountability along time ago

    For trying to make the world      a generally terrible place for someone

    Multiple times-

  That’s not okay

   [and he clearly         didn’t learn his lesson]

    [Note; whether a person “learned their lesson” or not,            Is irrelevant

   [They already    knew the rules before]

But he never compromised his principles-

    HaHAha,

    What?

That’s because   dude didn’t have any principles

He broke them long before,

Also why the frick does Master Yoda care?

Dude    was          a      politic,

 The     Fuck,

He engaging this propaganda?

Why?

Why does he care about any of this.

Why does   ANY     one

[Satine, alright, hermen got murdered and she might be looking for evidence on who-done-it   That’s fair

?

Oh says it’s an everyone event

That makes sense

Guessing the Jedi are required   to come or else the branded as that asshole

Fair

 Eyes

Aight

What-      ever-

   ?

Why the guard?

Like cultural customs

Aren’t honor guards          for veterans      (And possibly extremely         high positions,      Like         Chancellor?

As technical commander of the army?

Like,      Explain?

That guy-

 Sus

 Very       Sus-

   Pas-         sed

    I’d say      to find his killer

     But yeah I can’t really   blame anyone for not    caring that much     about that dude

   Specifically      Amidala

(Though     accountability law..

   D

   Frita is honestly my favorite        character

   I don’t know       why.

     Possibly his relation to the           chancellor and how      he still a good natured guy,

     Aight

     Yeah     he was a dick,

Hope those aren’t memories     [also        totally the        Kamooin               B-            Right?

                    [Like                         I’m totally still after                          Dude, ]

But she’s   the only one that     touched the bottle]

That we saw?

Dude did suggest it

      Still        heavily          sussing              him                .          No           Face               .              Also       is that his wife?

     (Don’t think it was         ever established)

     I-

    Mentor

     ?

   How old is this person?

I’m gonna assume     adult

 So.

He toxically asserted   authority over me.

Or wrong choice of words and they meant like     “best friend”

 Cause that’s kind of     tox,

Me?

  - -

  This is     getting       Hella          tox

    You’re       a      person

    Yeah you might miss him   and that’s totally fine

     But-

You’re still a person completely able to   self determine.

   ‘ take his place,’

   Oh no

   Oh no

   Shit

   Just what she needs         overinvolvement 

   Right

   Not        threatening at all    

    Oh         Red           .         We        never       see      them      enter            .         Right            .            Well this turned from a private party     to a    Conference

   I thought he was just calling    to offer condolences.

   Questions.

Oh,    Did you not tell the loud ones what happened to their loved one?

  (Like normally I’m all for no one should      witness anyone else’s death          Or that news be public

   But this is assumed authority.         And that stuff is pretty normal

     Regardless       of how terrible.       Senator Fa

This guy seems like a drip

[Guessing that’s the reason why       Amidala is going to end up taking charge,]

Because      the Chancellor     hired a sham detector    Whelp

   Dick way to put it

  True, the protocol for murder          isn’t cutting and clear

   Dragging random people into it, isn’t

   You see it          you’re        immediately accountable,

      (Only by view of the body,          Not by word of mouth)

Because this kind of approach is super          in-effective,

  Whelp        Great

  Also there were thousands of       senators in that building that could screw up the thing

Only five

(I’ll give the        murder        mystery            It’s             Dues,           And           let it          continue,             But       (im-probabilit-           ies is not a good thing)

        Might              Want                    To                  Avoid

(Also     if that’s the     qualification;       I’m sussing         Amidala,          Dude      was                 a           dick           to          her)

    THOUGH              I’M STILL-         SUSS      -ING           DUDE       IN           Blue?     dude with the    beard

   That      one.

   Build-ing    <—-    He          Sus

   Him

—-

 Ha!

Here

Hey   that was almost emotion,      Nice

(also, dang how frequent are   murders?

Him

<—-

  He          Sus

   He didn’t take a seat         like everyone else

   [Also, it was purple    Dude wearing purple     that’s who I’m talking about]

Also are you going to introduce him as the     detective ?

‘cause you’re kind of   screwing with these people

Not   telling them what’s going on

Answering in vague Snark

Him.    ...

For no reason

Considering he was an uncountable toxic frick who allowed it lots of people to get hurt-

  I’m       mad,

 A ight

Right..

 And

Okay, He’s got a point

Immediate accountability     is the case murder     for good reason

Surprised they didn’t start       this right after the     murder

When it happened

Dude- [i’m not going to criticize       the spatial awareness]

Him

<—-

 Right         there

  Murder

A good point since     they really haven’t explained anything?

   Okay,         Right

Or anyone     stealthy

  Though yeah I guess    politicians

  [just don’t like the        generalization]

   Someone good        With he rbs..

  Okay.

  Neat.

  Insult.

Poor.   Frita

  He didn’t deserve     this,

(Well yeah he’s an enabler,)

But       He’s the least toxic..

[Also poor Frita,       Always       getting sucked into these mysteries

   He’s the shaggy        of this damn group

   [Likes food          and hanging out with people,          Gets dragged into      bullshit,

 Rip

Insulting     the whole damn room             .....            This character is                 obnoxious

            But in a fun way

             The narr              -atives-            clearly having fun

Ono        yeah       he   was    an   open   dick

  [Seriously they’re treating him    like-]

  ?

 No it couldn’t possibly be because he was an       ex separatist,

Open book         Case,

Con-troversial

 Politicians      arguing over basic human decency

   And common sense

    ‘Do we really.. Ok        that’s enough politic jokes

   The movie started it         so I had to finish it.

  Now on with.

      Dude drunk

     Dick

  “ I’m        totally-”

 Um, this is     delicious corruption

How long until     Amidala figures what’s going on?

  Whelp

He just     left?

   He really is a       quack

    Did you find him         on       fakedetectives.com?

     Palpatine?

    Crud

    Okay,

    That guy,

    Target

   Good

  Aight

Also it’s that guy     Authority ass-     umer sus,

  No       No,

Good plan

Ono

  Good      plan

  Evil.

  Aight

    .

  Good

In-vestigation

   Yes-       Good

    Let’s           Do           It           ...

    It’s that guy

    Him

He     -a dick

Also not to claim authority over   him

Not, not to be     cu-     rious-    -

No-pe

Authority   figures     don’t 

 He was an ass

Also yeah just     put   all the possible suspects in the room      -         That       Guy

Uhm

Ty-pho

Agana!

  That       fricker

   Onu          looked         at him         before         his death                 -             He came back last       to the party-

       He was the first             to suggest opening the drinks             -              Also the thing with the detective       and him just trying to get over as quickly as possible

        He sus,  

Aight,   

Right,       -       Don’t - get stabbed

Um-

Aight

Wha-

 Ha, such a red         herring-

 Okay-

Oh, Red herring        Co-nference

  Didn’t notice the     snake lady          (Kamoin)     Empty     Chair       -        Also     they know each other?

  Good,        evil for them,

  Fair

 Aight

Also yeah the         boomers here didn’t do it       -         More     likely someone from the Present     Gen.. . 

Theory

That      Guy..

Guy’s like damn

Like just give her your time and your place and       your alibi.

Whelp,       Aight

So I’m pretty sure if I had paid attention to the     bottles,        That wouldn’t have   matched up       ...

Yeah he was a separatist

              DAMN

    Like I saw the hand on the dock            But I thought it was an assassin        or team up

                But  

                 DAMN

                               I feel                                   verified

              Until it played music                       victory music                         Over the arrest                       of a distressed                        and less toxic                            person

*While   painting      the      toxic     person           as a        saint

                  Which I cannot                          condone

         As such;

                  it earns my most                             regretful                              strike;

Official;

   For attempting to     excuse a toxic       person’s          actions

* I want to emphasize that this is not ok, a person does not get off for un- accountable actions, simply by apologizing, never mind the fact          - that it is an attempt    to guilt-trip       Invalidate          And      Gas-    light               The       Recipient,       But also should not apply to someone that has repeatedly attempt to Gaslight, guilt trip and sell a person into slavery;         (Crossing more than five accounts)

[never mind the selectivi       ty of what it is applied        “Ano” getting away         With slavery, be        -cause he        Was “So-      rry,” gun        held to      (-near)        his       Back      While      Lolo       doesn’t     just   mummer      sorry)

         That once you commit harm              against another person.. it can                not be taken back, the victim       owes you no sympathy, no    right to their emotions, and        certainly, no un      accountability-       Forgive      Ness-      From what you have done.

   You must live with what you have        commit

   Regard        Less