#ch: w'kabi

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Drawn to you Ch. 3 teaser

Dark or Yandere Attuma x Okoye Attuma finally gets rid of W'Kabi though it is not the way he pictured happening. With of course a little bit of help.

Content warning: Blood. Body disposal. He reached for her, pressing a warm hand to her thigh caressing it through the light sheet only to stop when she shifted in her sleep. Attuma got to his feet, picking up his phone from the lamp stead while leaving the room quietly. Dialing a number, Attuma stayed quiet listening to shuffling on the over the side of the receiver. “It’s late.” Namora’s voice was groggy, not bothering to say hello and hoped the call was an accident. Though she sat up in her bed already trying to force herself awake. Attuma never called for anything, so to see his name on her phone so late it had to be something. ‘Yeah, I know.” There was a moment of silence before Attuma continued. “But there has been an issue I had to take care of. And I may need your help now.” Attuma admitted. He heard Namora shuffling more over the phone, cutting her off before she could even bombard him with questions. He gave her Okoye’s address to meet him here. Attuma was dressed in a long sleeve black shirt with black trousers. Black latex gloves fitting his large hands in a snug like fashion.  His wet hair tied up in a bun, moving quickly around the house grabbing cleaning supplies and bags. The vibration of his phone broke his concentration with an arm full of items, he read Namora’s text quickly telling him to open the door. Attuma held the door open for Namora who glared at him in passing glance. Exhaustion showed in her eyes, though she was dressed similarly like Attuma. Black leather jacket fashioned with dark blue jeans with black heels. W’Kabi’s covered body was not hard to miss, the large lump underneath the pile of blankets looked ridiculous even if the stain of dried blood could be seen. “Are you fucking serious right now, Attuma?” “Namora, can you atleast keep your voice down.” Attuma keeps his features neutral, no matter how much scolding he would take by Namora or even Namor would make him sway. Okoye was more than he could describe with mere words. Namora shot a glowering look in response to which Attuma simply sighed,”Okoye is asleep upstairs and I am not trying to add to the unfortunate impression her ex-husband left on her. Attuma didn’t buckle underneath Namora’s gaze though simply nodded in the direction of W’Kabi’s body. Namora already knew who was underneath there though part of her hoped that maybe Attuma didn’t kill the Border Tribe businessman that approved their deals with Wakanda. That just maybe that Attuma wasn’t possibly seeing this man’s wife as well. She hoped it was someone else or someone that wasn’t important. Moving passed him, she slowly kneeled by the body pulling the blankets back to peek only to throw it back in place. “I fucking should of known when Namor remarked that you seemed to like Wakanda more because you were staying here. And I specifically recall that wasn’t your attitude towards this place in the beginning-.” she snapped. “Are you done?” “Fuck no, you should hear this since Aj K'uk'ulkan believed you were ready beyond just being juntúul ku taasik u kíimile'-” (One that brings death.) “Okoye has been the one this entire time that has been the voice in most, if not all partnerships not-... him” Attuma’s tone had become snappy, normally he allowed Namora to lecture him and he always followed in tow of her words. But at that moment, his patience was already thin and time was becoming more of an issue the longer W’Kabi stayed in that house. “Namora, I made my choice, it is just the way this happened was not only my fault but his too. “ Namora’s gaze fell back onto the stained portion of the blanket, “Does she love the way you love her?” “Yes, she does.” Attuma stated breathlessly. Their getaway togethers were always timeless, yet felt so natural as if they were truly married already. Bright smiles that graced her lips that met her eyes. He wanted that reality but not just in the shadows, he knew that she wanted too but barriers of traditions. 

“And yet you mentioned how you don’t want her to hear us. Did she see you do this?” Attuma couldn’t find his voice, that pain look that flashed in his mind merely made him nod in response. His brows knitted lightly, trying to shake off that memory. “You are the reason why I still keep lime and shovel. And even tarps in my car.” she muttered. “Go back your car into the garage and look for a bag in my trunk by my spare tire. And matter of fact you’ll be on brain duty while I put the tarp in your car. “ Namora pointed at him, taking the supplies he had out of Attuma’s arms. “Thanks Ora.” Namora gave a disgruntled noise in response, mumbling to herself how Attuma  was still a fucking idiot for this. Even her glare softened at the nickname he seemed to only pull out and use whenever she was truly upset. The two worked silently once Attuma did as Namora was instructed and popped the trunk for her,  he came back inside seeing that Namora took everything out W’Kabi’s pockets lining them on the floor. She is already taking the chip out of his phone for Attuma, jewelry already in the pile as well. A long practice that seemed second nature to her still, Attuma wasn’t the only one that held a hand with bringing death to protect their homeland. With ease Attuma rolled up the body and lifted him over his shoulder to carry him to the garage where the trunk of his car was open. Namora went to work cleaning the stains up quickly, gathering an empty bag to dispose of what she cleaned with. And tossing any of his personal items in another. She set aside a bag of knives for Attuma to take just incase. “Don’t throw away his phone or jewelry, I want to dispose of those myself” grunted out once he knew Namora was behind. “Stop being weird.” “How is it weird that I want to help dispose of his personal items?” Attuma scoffed watching Namora toss the bag full of stain cloths in the trunk. Namora studied Attuma for a long time, ultimately shoving the small bag into Attuma’s hands. In trade he gave her his phone to keep for a few hours.  “One more thing, if you can stop by and check on her for me, Ora. If I am taking too long and I won’t ask you anything else, I swear. “ Attuma gave hopeful eyes even if Namora gave him a deadpan expression in response. “Fine. But I will not cover you if K'uk'ulkan begins to ask questions about this and you. Where are you going now?” Attuma snapped the trunk close, giving a slight nod, “I don’t expect you too but thank you.  I’m heading to the sea.” “She keeps a spare key by the hollow out rock near the front door, just using it to lock up. I know I am working against the sun now.” Attuma said, reaching to pat shoulder in thanks for helping while he passed her. Namora watched Attuma drive off into the night, closing the garage before she too followed suit. She truly hoped Okoye was worth playing house with for so long only to make a drastic choice like this. Chacc had to be looking out for Attuma for the thunderstorm had simmered down enough, making the waters tolerable enough to take a boat ride through into the night. Attuma drove in silence, his mind whirling about the fact that Okoye was no longer married. And this would be the last time that either of them would have to see W’Kabi. He kept driving until near the borders that were close to Talokan’s border, using one of their own boats that had been their commute before arriving. Attuma gathered W’kab's items and his body to take down to the pier. Within minutes Attuma was already soaked while untying the boat and raising the anchor to get the boat out of port.

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Be Kind To Yourself (4) - Wanda-centric Infinity War alt ending

Chapter 4/6: Claws Fandom: Avengers Characters: mainly [Wanda, Vision], T’Challa, Shuri, IW cast Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst

Wanda’s remarkable feat against Thanos leaves her with crushed arms and stroke-like symptoms. She feels unworthy of the gratitude and medical care from Wakanda, because what hurts her the most, still, was guilt. Always the guilt.

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Ch. 4 below, Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 5

Be Kind To Yourself (4) Claws

"Hard as it might seem, appreciate even the pain," Vision once said. "That's how you know you're still alive."

Wanda felt the pain, all right, now that feelings and sensations, the good and the bad, crept back into her left side. With the pain came restlessness. She had been itching to get out of bed and move around. Rhodey acted as her primary physical therapist. After all, he knew better than anyone in the Avengers what it felt like to lose feeling and function of half of a body for some time.

"Baby steps, Wanda," he would say. "Baaaby steps." He kept a gentle yet firm grip on her, linking his arms with hers, in case her left leg gave way and she fell over. Wanda's brow furrowed from the effort and concentration, her gaze trained at her legs and her upper body leaning on Rhodey for support.

"Come on," she mumbled to herself through gritted teeth. "Move, move."

Rhodey chuckled. "I know you want to feel like making progress, but push yourself too hard and you'll end up right back in bed. Like I said, baby steps."

Slowly and painfully, they made a round along the edges of her room before Wanda slumped back on her bed feeling like she ran a marathon. Every muscle throbbed and ached, but somehow it felt good. "Thanks," she said between pants. "I guess...this makes up for the time...at the airport...when you almost blew out my eardrums."

Rhodey gave her a wry smile. "That's a time I don't like to think about."

"None of us do."

"Hey."

Wanda and Rhodey jerked their heads up to see Tony at the door.

"I thought I'd find you here." Tony crossed his arms and frowned at Rhodey. "Where's my drinking buddy when I need him?"

The man called War Machine waved his hand at that. "Come on, Tony, Wanda needs me more than you do. Figured I could lend her a hand when she's going through the same debilitating crap I did."

"Yeah, no kidding." When Tony's gaze rested on Wanda, his face softened a bit. "That was amazing, what you did to Thanos back there. Wish I could have seen it. Up there on Titan, I fought with all I had, all the latest weaponry I developed and every trick in the book, and you know what I got out of him? A cut, and a drop of blood."

Rhodey shook his head. "You're lucky you came back in one piece, man."

"Damn right. That son of a bitch was no joke. But you," Tony jabbed a finger at Wanda. "And Thor...You and him saved half the universe from extinction. Debate's settled. You two are the strongest Avengers."

It took a lot for Tony, the Iron Man, co-leader of the Avengers, to subvert his own ego the size of a continent. Wanda knew that, and tried to acknowledge it, but stared down at her hands. "I don't feel strong," she whispered.

She wasn't fishing for compliments, or assurances of otherwise. She really felt empty and tired, far from feeling like the strongest Avenger. Maybe Tony was saying these things as his own way of trying to cheer her up, but nothing could lift her spirits now. Not since the first paprikash Vision had tried to make for her back in the compound.

Rhodey had assisted Wanda enough times to know without her saying anything when she wanted to be alone. To Tony he motioned for the door with a pointed glance, and the two quietly left Wanda to the flood of memories that always took her off guard, hit her hard, drowned her in that raw ache whenever the slightest thought of Vision crossed her mind. She had given up her own happiness, a future with him, her only anchor to the world of the living after she lost her parents, brother, and country. For what? For half of the universe that would never care, or know? Even if they knew, they'd probably say that was expected of her, anyway. Being an Avenger felt like a cruel, thankless duty. Wanda didn't know if she would ever pick up that heavy mantle again, even if she could one day.

Shuri was thrilled that Wanda was making good progress of her recovery, but for all the intellect Wakanda's princess wielded, she had no idea of the hurt and guilt that remained wrenched deep in Wanda's chest, like the shrapnel near Tony's arc reactor. Wanda did not expect Shuri to know, anyway, because she couldn't admit it.

Before, Wanda used to feel discouraged and frustrated with every neurological evaluation, but since regaining her left side, she was able to squeeze Shuri's hands, push her limbs against gravity, and give back proper smiles on command.

"Excellent," Shuri exclaimed. "Motor strength and coordination are equal on both sides. These are very good signs, Miss Maximoff. Very good, indeed. I noticed that Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes has been helping you get back in shape. Would you like me to send in more therapists to assist you, so that one man isn't doing all the work?"

"Rhodey-er, Rhodes is doing a great job on his own, and he doesn't seem to mind. He knows what it's like to be in my position."

"Oh, yes...my brother told me all about the 'civil war.'" Shuri tsked in disapproval. "He shouldn't have gotten caught up in that mess."

"None of us should have, Your Highness."

Shuri flipped away the charts and readings after perusing through them. "Speaking of civil wars...you're welcome to come down to the great dining hall and hear the retelling of the Wakandan rebellion tonight."

"Retelling?"

The princess winked at her. "It's more exciting than it sounds. Every story we tell comes with singing and dancing. You should come, if you can. We've never held shows for outsiders before."

As if Wanda needed further incentive to stretch out and move about some more. That evening, Natasha helped dress her into clothes fitting for a guest in royal presence, and Steve, being the gentleman, escorted her down to the dining hall. T'Challa had the Avengers and the Guardians seated near his table as guests of honor; soon the tabletops disappeared under plates and plates of food. Used to the small, simple meals in her room, Wanda ate little. Sitting next to Bucky, who had spent enough time under Wakanda's protection, she learned from him the appropriate words and gestures to politely decline helpings that otherwise would have made her very full and nauseated. She focused instead on watching the main spectacle: a spectacular display of color and movement from Wakandan warriors and shamans. Apparently, for the first time, they held this kind of performance in English, for the benefit of the outsiders. Tonight was about T'Challa's journey to be crowned king, the challenge to the throne, and his triumph. Everyone watching leaned forward at the edge of their seats, riveted by the songs and dances.

In the midst of all that, one thing stood out to Wanda. Okoye had singlehandedly turned the tides of the battle on Mount Bashenga, stopping further bloodshed among the splintered Wakandans as she faced down W'Kabi, with the speartip pointed inches from his face.

"Would you kill me, my love?" he had asked.

"For Wakanda? Without question."

Such fierce resolve, such loyalty to the greater good from Okoye, stirred something within Wanda that made her want to hide her face and crawl back into bed. Why couldn't she be like that? Why couldn't she be quick and strong enough to sacrifice anything and anyone she loved? Instead she dithered around and clung on to the notion of separating the stone from Vision. If only she had acted sooner...

Wanda's silence went unnoticed amid the resounding applause at the performance. But when Steve led her back into her room, he didn't miss how she slumped her shoulders and kept her head low.

"Are you okay, Wanda?"

She met his eyes and forced out a smile. "Just tired."

"That was a great retelling, wasn't it?" His arm, hooked around hers to provide support, felt broad and warm. "It's sad how the king had to deal with rifts in his family and his own country. I feel like we were almost intruding for getting a look at something so personal. But he wanted us to see that, and I'm glad we did. Wakanda's really opening up to the world."

The battle within Wanda continued, yet she was in no position to open up at all. She kept her thoughts to herself the whole way up the flights of stairs to her room, and only uttered a quiet thanks and goodnight to Steve.

That night she dreamed that Vision was pleading for her to destroy him, and she kept saying no, no, no, until Thanos himself came down and ripped the stone right out of Vision's head. His scream became hers.

Wanda woke up the next morning quite startled by the king striding into her room, flanked by his entourage of Dora Milaje guards.

"Y-Your Majesty, have I done something wrong?" Oh no, maybe they noticed she hadn't applauded as she should have last night...

"No, not at all," T'Challa said with a little laugh. "Actually, I came to ask if you are able to attend a special ceremony I will be holding tonight."

Did she really have an option? T'Challa did not elaborate on what kind of ceremony that might be, but Wanda saw no reason to refuse. "I...I feel well enough to go."

"Very good. You will be a very important part of the event. I'm happy to know that you can be there." Again, the king did not elaborate why, and left as quickly as he had come. Shortly after T'Challa's sudden arrival, Wanda ventured out and made her way into a drawing room where the Avengers liked to gather and relax when they weren't busy. She heard the word "ceremony" thrown around enough times in the conversation to figure that everyone knew about what would happen tomorrow. But not really.

"We're in the dark about it as much as you are," Bruce said to Wanda with a shrug.

"If we are invited by the king, we must look our best," Thor said. "That much I know."

"Should we go Wakandan traditional, or in our usual gear?" Natasha asked.

"I was told that either is fine, whatever we're comfortable with." Steve replied. "For me, it'll be the latter."

"I think it would be neat to put on the Wakandan robes," Sam said to Rhodey. "I mean, I don't know exactly where my ancestors came from, but it's still kind of a way to get back in touch with our roots."

Excitement and uncertainty colored their discussion, but in the end no one really knew for sure what would happen. As for Wanda, she grew more nervous as the sun climbed higher in the sky, than sank below the horizon. With the sun's descent, torches throughout the halls of the palace flickered to life and Wanda noticed that any Wakandan she passed by, even the doctors and nurses who had frequented her room, wore special-looking regalia that jingled with every step. In the drawing room, where she was told to meet with the other Avengers and Guardians, she noticed that Sam went out on his idea, after all, and Rhodey followed along. The two men looked quite dignified in flowing, colorful Wakandan robes. Next to them, suddenly Wanda felt improper in her long red coat and pants, boots, and arm bracers in black.

She was about to ask what they were going to do next, then a deep battle cry from down the hall made her jolt.

"Maers-ha! Ya hu hu! Maers-ha! Ya hu hu!"

M'Baku and his tribesmen marched in to flank the outsiders. Then he nodded at the Avengers and Guardians. "Warriors from the outside world, the king summons you to his court. Please follow me."

The Jabari tribe's entrance had cowed the Avengers and Guardians somewhat, and for some reason they quietly arranged themselves almost in single file by height. Being among the shortest, Wanda found herself behind Rocket, Groot, Natasha and the huge Jabari chieftain, who looked like he could snap her in two with his bare hands, without breaking a sweat. M'Baku seemed to loom menacingly over her, and seemed to notice her apprehension as he aimed a brief, assuring smile at Wanda before turning around to lead the assembly. The tribesmen maintained their flanking formation. Wanda tried her best to keep up. Though no one was pressed into a real military-like march, she was relieved that she didn't stumble or suddenly tip over. What would the king want of her and her comrades? Up ahead she heard the clank of armor and spears, and her heart pounded against her chest.

The Jabari tribe announced themselves again in their typical fashion, their cries echoing across the court that opened up before them. T'Challa sat on his throne, dark and impressive in his Black Panther armor, surrounded by his family and the elders. Warriors formed a wide ring around the court, as silent and solemn as their king. Then the newcomers disassembled. M'Baku ushered Thor and Wanda to break off from the rest of their group. The two Avengers shared a questioning glance but followed M'Baku nonetheless. Their comrades gave them the same expressions, but this was short-lived as T'Challa rose, prompting all eyes on him and the cross-armed salute from every Wakandan.

"My people, my family and friends, we are gathered here tonight to commemorate those who took part in the battle for our land, for our lives."

T'Challa nodded to a small group of Jabari tribesmen, who ushered some of the Avengers and Guardians forward.

"To Dr. Stephen Strange, Anthony Stark, Peter Quill, Drax, Mantis, Nebula, and Peter Parker, I give you arm bracers from the Jabari Tribe. You may not have fought on Wakandan soil, but I had heard that you stood against Thanos on his own homeworld, and I believe the stories. It would not sit well with me to let your efforts go unacknowledged. Please accept this hand-crafted Jabari wood and our gratitude."

Those being rewarded the extended their arms so the Jabari warriors could slip on the fur-lined bracers. Peter Parker bit down on his bottom lip to keep from bursting with happiness, and stared down in amazement at the white gorilla intricately carved into the wood of his bracer. Then they withdrew as warriors of the blue-clad Border Tribe came forth.

T'Challa went on, addressing the next group: "To Captain Steve Rogers, Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes, Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, Sam Wilson, Agent Natasha Romanoff, Dr. Bruce Banner, Rocket, and Groot, I bestow upon you robes from the Border Tribe. You acted as shields protecting our homeland, just as these robes protect our soldiers guarding the border."

The Avengers and Guardians, even the usually irreverent teenage Groot, bowed deeply as they received their gifts from the Border Tribe. There was an unspoken understanding among all of them over the magnitude of this recognition. Once the robes were draped over their shoulders, they rose to their feet.

M'Baku motioned for Thor and Wanda to step up next.

"Finally, to Thor Odinson and Wanda Maximoff, for your combined efforts to bring down the Mad Titan once and for all, I bestow upon you the greatest honor a king of Wakanda can give to a warrior: the panther claws." T'Challa motioned for Shuri and Okoye to present necklaces rimmed with gleaming, pointed silver, ones not much different from the claws set around the king's neck. "Once more, we are making history here. You are the first outsiders to ever receive this honor. Even among our people, rarely do the panther claws get to rest on a warrior's neck." Sympathy flickered in the Black Panther's eyes. "I understand that the two of you suffered great loss at the hands of Thanos. Despite that, you have demonstrated great strength and bravery worthy of the panther claws. Wear them with pride, my friends."

Wanda did not feel strong or brave, proud or honored. Instead she felt great shame. Okoye slipped the necklace around Thor, while Shuri did likewise for Wanda. The panther claws weighed heavily over her neck and chest, as if the claws dug into her skin. It almost choked her, made her want to rip them off. But she dared not. Not in front of the king and his people. Wanda said nothing and kept her head bowed, fighting back tears as Wakandans hailed her and Thor with a resounding show of hoots, chants, and spears drumming on the floor.

Wanda had no idea of what words they roared in unison, but she was glad she didn't know. She probably didn't deserve whatever praises and titles they shouted her way.

T'Challa eventually subdued this with a small lift of his hand. "I speak on behalf of all Wakandans of our deepest gratitude for your aid. We are fortunate to have such great warriors among us tonight."

The walls, floor, and ceiling of the court trembled from the cheers of all Wakandans. The Avengers and Guardians broke out into wide smiles and congratulated each other. Wanda wanted nothing more than to slip away unseen from the court, not in the mood for festivities. That proved impossible, as she received many friendly jostles and hugs and pats on the back and shoulders. She tried to meet everyone's eyes and return smiles, and finally came away feeling battered and bruised. Too tired to make it up to her room, Wanda sought refuge at a nearby balcony overlooking the city, and sank onto raised stone with shuddering pants.

She gingerly fingered at one of the many claws hanging from her neck, wincing as her thumb brushed against the sharp end. Now she wore three necklaces: one she removed from her mother's neck after their home buried half of her family, another she received from Pietro, and the latest a symbol of honor from Wakanda. It all felt heavy, so heavy.