#t'challa x mystery reader

[bestfriend491]

Hi! Is it alright to ask to request for a Nakia x widow! reader? Where the reader and her are childhood friends, always telling each other their passions and dreams, and while the Red Room still existed and Dreykov would take little girls to convert them into highly trained assassins, you happen to be one of those victims. And one of the reasons why Nakia became a War Dog was to look for you, to investigate what had happened to you because she knew you weren’t truly dead and T’Challa agreed to help her since he was already Black Panther not to mention he was also close to you. Once they realize you’re under control after you attacked them, they take you to Shuri who manages to get you out of the mind control and take off the tracker in you- but afterwards your stuck with the trauma (much like Bucky) and Nakia never left your side, being there when flashbacks came, being patient with you whenever you’d get frustrated easily or she’d show you Wakanda and reminds you of the parts you’ve gone to whenever you were kids, of the memories you both have created. And for the first time in forever you find yourself having feelings with free will, having feelings for Nakia….you could add on more details if you want. But would you be able to do it? If not, it’s alright🙂 your writing is very good btw

Introspection | Part 1 out of 2

A Red Room Widow Story

Nakia x Female Red Room Widow! Reader

Summary: After hanging out with you as kids, you disappear, and Nakia spends her life trying to find you again. Decades later, she finally finds you, and sees that you're an assasin. A victim of the red room.

Part 2

Angst, Hurt, Mystery,

Word count: 11.1k

Warnings: Depictions of Violence, Mentions Past Abuse, Abuse Trauma, Blood, For Mature Audiences Only

The palace of Wakanda stood mostly still. Only busy in the training rooms and the throne room as the sun began to shower it in light, letting people know that the day was starting. 

You stood in front of Nakia, who stood in front of T'Challa; tiptoeing into the throne room that held the king and the other tribe leaders. Nakia breathed nervously as you all stood behind a large pillar that blocked your small figures from view. The breathing was loud, and clearly intentional, as Nakia only let out a laugh when T’Challa poked her to stop. 

“Ow!” she whispered, coming closer towards him as a warning to scare the prince. He instinctively backed away, making Nakia smile in contentment.

“Shhh-” you hushed at them, annoyed at the two for doing such a terrible job at being stealth. Movement behind you stopped suddenly and the silence all across the room told you that something was off.

You looked around at the clearing of a throat and a tall figure’s shadow towering over yours. You turned, knowing the figure of the King well enough after so many years visiting the palace. 

“K-kumkani T’Chaka. Molo.(K-King T’Chaka. Hello.) “ you crossed your arms in solute and respect while T’Challa did the same, his father scaring him probably more than he did you. 

“T’Challa. Y/n.” T’Chaka responded, doing the same. 

You raised an eyebrow at only the two names called and looked around only to realise that Nakia wasn’t as quick to comply with the unspoken surrender of your attempted spy work as she was not in her previous spot. 

You looked at T’Challa, who was also just as confused as you, and the two of you realised that you had been set up. 

“Have you forgotten your manners, Prince. We are busy with important matters that regard the nation. It is no time to be making noise in the throne room, my boy.” He said, placing his seemingly massive hand on his son’s head in a gentler manner than he spoke in. 

“Yes Baba. Sorry. It won’t happen again.” 

“Oh, it will. With those two by your side, there will always be mischief. Tell Nakia I said  hello.” 

The king waved you off and let you and T’Challa flee in embarrassment as the Dora Milaje that stood at the door shook their heads, smiling at the two of you. 

“That was close, you two.” Nakia came from the wall not even 5 steps from the door, smiling like nothing had happened. 

“You are a traitor.” T’Challa said, pointing at her as he walked the two of you to the outside garden. 

“Me? What would make you say that, T’Challa? I did nothing.” 

You sighed, “Kia, you strayed away from the plan without telling us and let us take the fall. You are definitely a traitor.” 

“I was protecting myself. King T’Chaka is scary.” 

“Sure, but you couldn’t have warned us when you did it, even though it was your idea to go there?” T’Challa added.

Nakia shrugged, not being able to defend that. The three of you walked around the garden, sitting in silence as you rested from the long week of school. People all around thought that the three of you as a trio were the most chaotic people in the palace, so your quiet moments were a blessing to all. T’Challa was the thoughtful and sensible one, Nakia was the caring but playful one and you were the quiet and patient one that went in between the other two when they bickered, which was often. Nakia liked pushing T’Challa’s buttons and T’Challa had spent so much time dealing with Nakia’s nonsense, he was not as tolerant to it now as before. They bickered like the Jabari Tribe with the rest of the tribes, sometimes. 

Nakia picked at the flowers that surrounded you all. You carried them for Nakia when her hands got full and T’Challa just stared out, thinking- as usual. 

“What are you thinking about now, Prince of Wakanda?” you asked, less serious now that the earlier adrenaline had faded. 

“Do you think father is right? Am I too mischievous?” 

“He didn’t say that.” 

“I know, but I want to be a fit king one day, not someone who plays all the time. We will be the leaders of the nation at some point.”

Nakia let go of the flowers she held and stepped in front of T’Challa flicking him in the forehead. 

“We’re twelve. Trust me, we have plenty of time to dwell on having to lead the nation at some point in our future. We were just having fun.” 

“Well…” you said and Nakia groaned knowing you were about to play the devil's advocate as per usual. 

“We just interrupted a meeting of national importance. Maybe we shouldn’t do that anymore.” 

“Y/n-” 

Nakia was about to argue, but an older voice came, softer than the last one that scared you, but still holding much power. 

“You definitely shouldn’t do that again.” you all turned and smiled seeing Queen Ramonda, looking as sweet as ever, but still intimidating. 

“Ma! Nakia made us do it!” T’Challa said, making Nakia gasp at his sudden betrayal. 

“I’m sure she did, son. But I’m not here for that. I was just wondering if you all had plans for today, because we have places to go.” 

You stepped up to answer, “Nakia and I are just here for the morning, Queen Mother. We are leaving for my house soon.” 

She nodded, happy that she wouldn’t have to ask you to leave. “You should look at the Dora Milaje in training before you go.” 

“Why?” you asked. 

“The two of you have the potential to be great warriors. It would be an honourable service to the country.”

Nakia nodded hesitantly, biting her tongue as to not disrespectfully reject the idea of being an Adored One in front of the queen. 

“Mother, I’m with my friends. I would prefer it if you did your Dora Milaje advertising another time.” T’Challa said, directing his mother to go on with her journey wherever she was headed in the garden. 

For a second. You could almost see T’Challa roll his eyes at the woman, and Ramonda clearly saw it too, giving the boy a glare of warning. 

“Go get ready, T’Challa.” she said walking off.

The prince turned in the direction of the palace, prompting you and Nakia to do the same. 

The three of you separated when T’Challa arrived at his room. He hugged you and Nakia and went in to get ready, while you and Nakia said your goodbyes to the king in the throne room and left towards the river tribe village where you both lived. 

“General Nakia of the Dora Milaje.” you tested out, not amusing the other girl. 

“I’m not going to be a Dora.” 

“I didn’t say you would be. I was just testing the title out. Either way, why are you so annoyed, you act like it's a curse to be a part of the Dora.” you looked into her eyes for an answer, but were met with a blank stare. 

“Is it because you know I’m better at fighting than you?” you teased. That peaked her interest, getting her to look at you like you had just told a lie. 

“What? I was just stating a fact.” 

“You just talk sometimes.” she said, rolling her eyes and walking faster towards your house. 

Hours later, you could tell she took it personally. 

“Nakia…” you said as you stared at the girl, who shot bullets from her eyes to your body where she stood.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked her, putting your hands into a fist while she approached you slowly. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” 

The distance that had been between the two of you was taken away when Nakia ran very closely towards you, nearly throwing you off your feet. Her hand came into contact with your arm and her long nails ran down to your hand. 

“We said no nails!” you whined while she smirked at you, aiming for your face next. 

“We also agreed not to make combat a competition, but somehow you got to do that.” 

You rolled your eyes at her petty decision to make a whole thing out of a reckless comment that you made. The girl really took things to heart. 

You swiped her hand away when she tried for your face and twisted her wrist, surprising her with a kick to the knees. Seeing her face, your lips parted into a toothy grin as she struggled to get out of your grip. 

“See. I was right. I am better at combat.” you repeated your previous comment, feeling proud. 

“Y/N!” your mothers voice came from the house, startling you into letting Nakia go, allowing her to regain advantage and pin you down. The impact of the ground left you breathing heavily. Nakia kneeling over you, smiling. You groaned, wanting to curse your mother for sabotaging you. 

“That can’t count! She scared me.”

Nakia shook her head, being too prideful to admit that it was an unfair advantage, “There are no rules that state that I can’t use your mother screaming for you to my advantage.”

She laughed as you pushed her off of you, going to see what your mother needed badly enough to ruin your win. 

You walked over to the round home that stood only a few metres away from where Nakia laid in victory. You entered the house, looking at the tall woman who looked at you in her typical uneasy way. 

“Ma?”

“There’s lunch on the table.Take it, you and Nakia haven’t eaten since dawn.” 

Your mother was brief with you, and she looked annoyed. The phone that she kept rang over and over. 

Only one person ever called on that phone. Dreykov. A russian, you assumed from hearing him speak it on the phone sometimes.

Your mother starred between you and the phone for the time that it rang, waving her hands for you to stop looking at her and go out with your food. You shrugged, going off to get the food that sat on the table where you usually ate. 

Taking yours and Nakia’s plates, you made your way out of the door, seeing that Nakia had moved closer to the door of your house. 

As soon as you were out of earshot, your mother answered the incoming call. A pointless wait as her voice projected loudly enough for you to still hear her very clearly at her volume. 

“Dreykov!” She pretended to be cheerful. Her conversation proceeded in Russian, which she refused to teach you out of “love and care for your growing brain.” 

She always told you that a growing mind didn’t need extra pressure from another language. You had many reasons to differ, considering that she had taught you many other languages. You could tell that she just didn’t want you to know what she said on the phone with the strange Russian man. 

“Dreykov!” you mimicked her expression as you handed Nakia her food. She went into a fit of  laughter at your scarily accurate impersonation of the woman, taking the plate graciously and beginning to gouge on the meal. 

Having less manners with just you around, she spoke with her mouth full. “Who is that anyway?” She asked when you’d sat down next to her and her laughter had subsided. You sat closer to her whispering for precaution, “I’m not sure. Ma argues with him on the phone a lot. Something about me I think. But I don’t know.” 

Nakia nodded, pretending to be calm and understanding, but really she found that to be worrying. Shashi, your mother always scared her for some reason. She had a suspicious aura that surrounded her, making Nakia feel like she needed to be cautious around her no matter how nice she seemingly was. It made her feel like she needed to protect you too. 

 Knowing how sensitive you were about Shashi, she never once brought it up in the years that you had been friends. Instead she was polite and pretended to have the same fondness for your mother as you did. 

Shashi was your adoptive mother. She took you in as a baby when your biological mother left you in her home village in the border tribe and fled inland with your father. Although she was from the river tribe, she took you, an orphaned border tribe baby, into her home and had loved you as if you were her own for 12 years, alternating between the river and the border. Nakia felt like this kindness made you sort of blind to the suspicious things about her.

She had a history outside of the country, Nakia knew clearly from the international contacts, but there was a lot missing from her story that nobody in the border lands or the river tribe village would ever tell Nakia about. 

Nakia had only seen the woman do good things, so she tried to refrain from saying anything about her feelings towards her to you. 

Shashi was always the first to take you and her to places when you wanted, and she cared for you in ways that kept you as her top priority. Nakia cared for you a lot too, and if that meant tolerating a scary woman for the remainder of her life for her best friend, the twelve year old was willing to do it. 

You heard your mother speaking, gradually more aggressively in a mix of Russian and English, already imagining that her hands were in fists, but you forced yourself to stop thinking about her and Dreykov, seeing that Nakia stayed silent besides letting out a hum once you had explained. 

Nudging yourself onto your friend, your previous playfulness returned. “You know I was about to win, right. My Ma is the only reason you had the chance.” 

Nakia’s serious face morphed into a happy but disbelieved one. “The only reason? HA!” she let out a�� chuckle, more real than the words and you smiled seeing her smile. “Your grip would have loosened soon enough, and I would have done the same thing and won.” 

“Your face didn’t seem to think so. You looked quite worried, Kia” 

She shook her head in denial, refusing to admit it. “That was my temporary thinking face. I was thinking.” 

Seeing your face, she nudged you with her body . Rolling her eyes, “Why do you even care? You want to be a historian out of all things. It won’t matter to you so just let me have the win.” 

“Nakia,” you said seriously,”What kind of friend would I be if I let my future Dora Milaje friend think that she won a fight when it was just because of a distraction?” you teased, prompting her to push you harder in annoyance. 

“I’m not going to be a Dora!” she groaned. 

“I’m just giving you options. You’re amazing at battle and combat, Kia. Use it.”

Her cheeks flushed at that, “I don’t know. I want to help people. People who need it, not just the rich monarchy that are under no threat most of the time.” she said. You let out a fake gasp, and clutched your heart, careful not to make a mess on your clothes. 

“Don’t let the elders hear you say that, Nakia.They will say you have insulted great honour and punish the both of us.” you joked. 

“I’ll just tell them that I respect the honour but I want no part in it. I just want to do more than that, you know.” 

“No, I understand. You’re too good to just guard the palace royals. You have a world to save.”

Nakia smiled, loving how understanding and encouraging you were. She thought you could be much more than a plain old historian, but you seemed to really want to do it, and you supported her outlandish dreams, so she played along. She planned to stick with you if you became anything, really. 

“Well yo-”

“-I know I’ve kept her away for twice as long as I said but I don’t think she’s ready! She’s only a child!” your mother’s near yell through the phone rumbled around, probably being heard by most of the village.  

Concerned, the two of you stood up and walked into the house with your empty plates. 

“Ma?” you questioned as you and Nakia went to wash your hands. You looked at her, wondering what had gotten into her. She never yelled. Ever. 

Your mother huffed and hung up the phone only to plaster a smile on her face and go towards the two of you. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten the two of you.” she said. 

Nakia dried her hands after washing them, looking at you for direction as to what to do. Shashi was having a moment, much like many that she had in Nakia’s eyes, but this one was different. 

“Ma… what happened?” 

“Nothing,umntwana wam.(my child)” 

“Ma?” you tried again. 

“Y/n, I said it’s nothing!” Shashi raised her voice. 

Nakia watched the showdown of glares that went between you and your mother. 

“I-I’m going to go now.” 

You looked in Nakia’s way, “ No, don’t. We still have time before sunset.” 

Your mother cleared her throat, prompting the both of you to look at her. 

“I think Nakia’s right. It’s getting late and she still has to walk home.” your mother said. You looked at her in a confused way. “ She lives less than 5 minutes away, Ma.”

Nakia watched Shashi give you a glare, and decided to start her journey. She got her bag that she came with and greeted your mother. 

She hugged you as you stood outside, arms crossed in frustration. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t worry.” you kissed your teeth at that. 

Nakia let go, her eyes telling you to fix your attitude. “I’ll meet you at the river in the morning. I promise.” she said.

Holding her hand out, she put her pinky finger out. “Love is beautiful?” she smiled at you waiting for you to respond. 

You uncrossed your arms, put out your pinky, smiled, and happily replied, “friendship is better.” 

The two of you linked fingers, and gave a half-wakanda salute with your other arms. 

Once you let go, Nakia went on her way home. 

You turned towards your house when Nakia seemed far enough to be close to her house. 

You walked in smiling, ready to apologise to your mother for your sulking earlier on. You were met with her at the door, face tight and sorrowful. 

“Get your things. We’re going somewhere, tonight.” she said.

“Where are we going?” you asked, with a bag in your arms, as you walked with your mother. She had rushed you, only letting you get a few of your belongings so that you could leave to go somewhere, but she had failed to tell you where you were going. 

“The Border-Lands.”

“Oh.” you said excited. You visited your birth village often, so you were familiar with the Border-Lands. The only difference was that it was never this late when you started travelling there. 

“Who are we visiting?” 

“Y/n, I don’t have time for questions. We have to get there quickly.” 

You wanted to ask why you didn’t just take a quinjet there if it was so urgent, or even an evening train, but you didn’t want to make her more antsy.

You walked with your mother, letting her take your hand as you walked through the different lands towards the border of the country. You took in the darkening night sky, looking at the full moon that followed you as you walked. The wind blew east, pushing you away from your destination. 

Halfway there you felt the grip of your mothers hand tighten, and your heart skipped an unexpected beat. You grew more wary of what she was doing, and your gut could feel that something was wrong with your mother. 

Memories of Nakia and T’Challa being suspicious of your mother came to mind. They tried to hide their fear for the woman, but it was always obvious. Nakia couldn’t hide her feelings at all. You heard her whisper a thing or two about how scary your mother seemed and how she thought that your mother was strange all of the time, but she never said anything to you directly. 

The most you ever heard from her was a few months ago, when you came into the palace just after she and T’Challa had. She spoke in a whisper to him. “I think that Shashi has a secret past. One that not even Y/n knows about. “ 

“What makes you think that?” T’Challa said

“She just looks dangerous, and I know that she is not the person that she pretends to b-” you walked in at that point and she had stopped talking, going in to hug you like nothing had happened. 

You went along with it, understanding why she didn’t think she could tell you about her thoughts. You didn’t believe them and it would be a waste of time trying to convince you of anything.

The only thing that ever made you want to confront her about it was the looks she gave her when she thought you weren’t looking. She looked scared straight. 

You didn’t think that your mother was scary but the memory of her looking at her like that made your heart pound at the tightness of her hand around yours. 

At the beginning of the Border-Land Village, your heart raced in dread and you had to ask again.

“Ma…where are we going?” 

She sighed, finally looking at you for the first time. Tears developed in her eyes as she stopped and held on to your shoulders. 

“Y/n, you know that I love you, my child.” 

“I…do.” you hesitated. 

“Well, I’ve done some bad things in my past. Very bad things. I come from a place nobody should ever be. I grew up there and when I was finally old enough, I was given the option to leave. I left, and I was free, but it came at a cost.” Her grip was inescapable now, and you felt your other hand reaching to try and slip out of the  grip.

“Ma?” you asked. 

“Y/n, I’ve made some bad decisions.” 

The two of you got closer to a large object, one that looked oddly similar to something you had seen on tv. 

“Ma! What’s going on?!” 

“Please understand that I had to, Y/n. I had to.” with that she took your arm and used it to lift you up. She threw you onto her shoulder and bolted towards what you now saw was a helicopter that held a man in it. 

“Let me go! Ma!” you protested, trying to get her to let go but she was strong. A lot stronger than you would have ever assumed. She was a tall woman, sure, but she had always played a very frail role. One where she could never have lifted you up, but she did it so effortlessly now. 

You scratched her all over, using your teeth and nails to dig in wherever you could. 

The helicopter came into full view, and a pudgy white man smiled obnoxiously as he approached you and Shashi. 

You could feel that your energy was lowering, the walk having tired you out already. 

"There she is!" He laughed out as she finally let you down but kept you in her grip. 

"This is the final thing I will do for you. I'm done after this." Your mother said, looking directly at a large bag that he held. 

You exchanged a look with him. The brief second of eye contact sent chills down your spine. 

"You made this decision, not me." He threw the bag at her and it landed on the floor. 

She stared it down, as if analysing if he was being truthful. 

"Open it." 

He grew confused, "Do you really think I would trick you, Sashi?"  

You looked at Shashi, growing more scared that the content in that bag was only made of wrongdoing. 

She spoke in Russian, directing him towards the bag. 

He grumbled, but relented and walked to the bag, unzipping it to show dozens of wads of cash stuffed inside. 

Seeing this, the grip on you was immediately released and you were practically thrown to the man. 

You left no time to spare, and tried to make a run for it. You escaped him easily but she was quick to chase you down to the ground. 

"Y/n. Don't fight this!" 

"I TRUSTED YOU!" 

"I'm sorry." She attempted while she held you down as you kicked and screamed. 

"YOU PROMISED YOU'D TAKE CARE OF ME!" 

"I DID!" 

"YOU JUST SOLD ME!"  You hand slashed her face and your nails dug in hard. 4 lines of blood dripped down her face, symbolising every nail besides your thumb, which left a bruise. 

A hand touched her face, and when she saw the red, she lost it. 

Grabbing you straight by the arms, she threw you off the ground, and into the man's arms. He shot your restless body with something. A sedative, you realised. 

A single tear fell as you looked at her, "I'll never forget!" 

She mouthed something, but you were in the vehicle before you could see, going for your necklace, you realised that it was gone. You'd lost the matching necklace that you had gotten with Nakia. 

The tears started to flow, your need for saving, setting in. 

'Nakia was right.' You thought. 

Slowly fading out of consciousness, the man turned to you as you sat in the helicopter and you flew off. 

"My name is Dreykov." 

The Next Day… 

Nakia woke up with dread. Her heart pounded through her chest and her breathing was fast and constrained. Her body felt uneasy and her head was cloudy. She couldn't help but feel like there was something off. 

Staring into the sun through the window, her skin absorbed the little energy that it gave her. Then it clicked. THE SUN. Why was it out? What time was it? Looking at the clock on her beads, she was indeed late. 

She threw her sheets off of herself and rummaged around getting ready to go to the river. It was headed to midday already, and you had agreed to meet before the sun even rose. She knew you would be upset, if you were still even there. 

“Mother, why didn’t you wake me up? You knew I was going to the river today” she complained to her mother when she finally left her room- ready to leave. She went to the kitchen to pack food. She took only the things she knew that you loved, knowing that she would need to butter you up if she were to arrive so late. 

“This child,” her mother said to herself. “I woke you up and you shrugged me off and told me to go.” 

Nakia took no time to argue with her own mother, needing to go to you before you forced her to admit that the previous day had been a faulty win just for you to forgive her. 

“Bye, Mother.” she said, rolling her eyes at the woman’s smirk. 

Nakia tied the large bag that she carried to her side and ran to the river, needing to save time. The trip wasn’t long on foot for a growing teenager, but it still left her winded by the time that she had arrived at the East edge where you would usually meet. 

To her disappointment, you were not there when she arrived. She looked around to see if you had possibly hidden to scare her at the split second like you did sometimes. You weren’t behind any trees, nor had you travelled north of the river to fish while waiting. You hadn’t even gone for a swim in the river, the shore having no trace of recent steps besides Nakia’s. 

“Y/n!” Nakia attempted to get your attention. Maybe if she declared her apologies publicly you’d stop messing with her. 

“I know I’m late. You can come out now. It won’t happen again.” 

“She’s not here, Nakia!” 

Nakia turned to see Sumbeh, a village elder fishing on a boat nearby. Nakia grew saddened that you had decided to leave but she understood. She would meet you at your house. 

“Did she go back home or towards the palace?!” she yelled out towards him. 

“She never came,Nakia! I’ve been here since before dawn and I didn’t see her here not even once!” 

Nakia’s eyebrows creased together and she audibly huffed out. “Thank you, Uncle!” she said, not trying to show her concern to him. He was a busy man who was on the brink of retirement. She didn’t want to put unnecessary stress on an old man’s heart. 

Taking her bag, she walked from where she came from, but hesitated when she needed to turn to go to your house. Her head told her to run when she approached. A foul stench came from the inside of your home through your window. Alcohol. 

She went up and knocked on the door, waiting for whoever was even still alive in a place that smelled like a dead person. Shashi was quick to open the door in an antsy manner, only to breathe out seeing that it was only Nakia. 

“Oh um- Molo Ma’Shashi. Is Y/n home? I missed her at the river and Sumbeh said that she never arrived in the first place.” 

“She’s not here.” the older woman croaked, voice hoarse and wobbly. Only then did Nakia look up properly to see the state of the woman. 4 large swollen scratches on her face.“Ma’Shashi, are you okay? Do you need me to come in?” 

The woman shook her head. “I’m fine, child. Now, go. Y/n isn’t here.” 

“Do you know when she will be back? I bought good food and I can’t eat it by myself.” 

That struck a nerve with the drunk, “Go eat that with T’Challa. Y/n will be gone for a while. Go! GO!” she screamed, scaring Nakia off. 

“This woman.” Nakia said, rolling her eyes while walking away. “I was just asking a question. So rude.” 

Nakia felt something was off, and she wouldn’t let it go that easily, but if going to the palace would take her away from Shashi, she would take the day off and ask you what was wrong with her when you came back. 

On Monday the next day, you weren’t at school in the morning, and Nakia was forced to sit with the kids that didn’t even like her. She sat in her first class, Writing, and started her essay on her favourite new piece of technology for kids.

‘My favourite new piece of technology for kids is… Y/n is so inconsiderate sometimes. I went to her house and had to face Shashi by myself and she didn’t even try to find me yesterday. 

I love it because… I love the girl, but she needs to warn me when that woman drinks. 

I would make it at… Let me stop complaining, she’s not the person I’m mad at really. I’m angry at T’Challa. He clearly cheated while we were sparring yesterday. General Zola scared me with her training voice and I got distracted. Maybe that is how Y/n felt. I’ll have to apologise to her. Whenever she shows up of course.’

Her writing was cut short when the teacher cleared her throat and called for the class's attention. 

“Everyone. Your parents are coming to pick you up early today, as we are cancelling the rest of this week’s lessons due to some unfortunate news that they will explain to you at home,” she started, “Everyone will wait here until their parents come and then those of you who...”

Nakia had turned to face up to listen but her mind zoned out halfway through. Class had never been cancelled before. 

As the teacher spoke, she specifically looked at Nakia, giving her eyes full of sorrow. Nakia looked down feeling that the stare was becoming unsettling.

While the others celebrated, she sat, plotting the speech that she was going to give you when you were back. She wanted to reprimand you about abandoning her so suddenly, but she knew that she couldn’t stay mad. Her mind occasionally swayed in the direction that thought that something must have been wrong, but her head told her not to worry. 

Time came and went and her mother hadn’t come to pick her up. The clock had nearly reached noon by the time that Nakia was left alone with only the teacher there, everyone having gone with a guardian or with someone they knew. 

“Nakia…” Ms. Lenowa called, waving her over to her desk. Nakia groaned and dragged her feet to the teachers desk. The day was getting hot and she just wanted to be home playing. 

“Your mother is about to arrive now. We are going to take you somewhere and talk.” 

“Why? Did I do something?” 

“No, but what we need to discuss is very important and will be big news for a young child like you. We want you to be with people that you trust when you find out.” 

Nakia sighed, “Okay.” 

In no more than another hour, Yaa had arrived and she and Ms. Lenowa were taking Nakia into the river tribe village. 

They travelled to the edge of a river, to a section that was unoccupied. Yaa laid down a blanket and let Ms.Lenowa sit, as well as Nakia, before also sitting down facing Nakia. 

“Mother, what is going on?” 

“Nakia…my child.” her mother took a shaky breath, ”Do you know why we never moved out of the village to go to the city despite me working there?” Yaa paused, but not long enough for her to respond.

“It was because I saw how much you loved being close to the river with Y/n.” 

“It reminded me of the childhood that I had with Owa.” she looked at Ms. Lenowa, or Owa, the best friend that she had grown up with.

“We used to play on this side of the river, where nobody could disturb our play. We would laugh together, just like you and Y/n. Watching the two of you grow up I loved watching the two of you build that bond.”

“Mama, what’s wrong?” Nakia wiped a tear that fell down Yaa’s face as she thought back to her earlier days. 

“Nakia…” Owa took over, seeing as her friend wasn’t ready to say the words. “Shashi called today. She told us some bad news.” 

“What?” 

“Y/n… Y/n’s no longer with us. She has gone to be with the ancestors.” 

Silence filled their surroundings, and the moment was still. Yaa let out a sob at the words, seeing her daughter’s mind searching for any appropriate answers. She immediately went to hug her daughter. 

“No,” Nakia breathed out, her tone in complete disbelief. 

“If she’s with the ancestors then she’s dead. She can’t be dead Ma. I just saw her a few days ago. She was fine. How can she be dead?” 

“She’s dead, my love. I’m sorry, but it’s true.” 

Nakia threw herself off of her mother, standing up off of pure adrenaline. Tears fell and her throat grew tight. Her skin began to crawl and her body came to a defence.

“No, Ma! Don’t say that! She can’t be dead! She can’t just be alive one day and gone the next. That’s not how it’s supposed to work!” 

“Nakia, please!” 

“No Aunty, Owa! She’s not dead!  I’ll ask her mother myself. She’s got to be wrong.”  

“Don’t Nakia. The woman is grieving.”

 ‘She can’t be grieving,  because if she’s grieving then I’m grieving but I’m not grieving because she’s not dead.’ Nakia thought as the tears intensified. 

“Nakia? Are we understood?” 

“Yes, mother.” 

The two women let Nakia stand in her world, staring into the river. Nakia stood, watching as the river grew colourless, as well as the grass, the trees. In just a few minutes her world lost its colour. Everything real seemed fake and everything that should have been fake was somehow real.

There was no way that you were dead. You had a better chance at being Black Panther than dead. And although Nakia didn’t know if this was just denial speaking, she knew that she wasn’t dumb. Things weren’t adding up. 

Days later, Nakia stood in King T’Chaka’s arms. While a few steps away T’Challa stood in Ramonda’s arms as they all looked out into the garden. They then sat on the ground, looking at the view, as tears fell down all of their faces, even the King. 

News had travelled quickly, and everybody around seemed to know about your untimely death. Shashi was on the national news ready to spread the lies that she had found you dead at her home on Sunday morning. The whole of Wakanda felt pity for the single adoptive mother that was also a friend of the royal family.

Nakia was quiet as she watched the news initially in her mothers arms at home, but as soon as she was taken to the palace and was able to escape, she was very clear about her speculation. 

She had cried out to the royal family, telling them that something was severely wrong; that Shashi was up to something. Ramonda had stopped her rambling, hugging her and allowing her to breathe and calm down. 

T’Challa had been with T’Chaka when the 4 got together, and he had clearly also been crying. Nakia tried once again to explain what she thought was going on, but her words clearly got to T’Challa and he lashed out at her. 

Ramonda took T’Challa while T’Chaka took her and they sat on opposite ends, doing nothing. 

Nakia cried. First because she had upset T’Challa, then because nobody believed her, and finally because she was starting to think that she was the crazy one. 

“I’m sorry for upsetting him. I just wanted him to know that I think something is wrong.” 

“What do you think is wrong Nakia?” 

“Shashi, my king… I don’t have proof but I have this bad feeling about her, and I had a terrible dream that Y/n screamed for her a few nights before she died.” Nakia choked at the words ‘died’, not having said that in reference to you yet. 

“Is she really dead, T’Chaka?” she asked him, trusting him more than anyone at that point, “Or am I just crazy?” 

T’Chaka sighed, not knowing what to say to the twelve year old that seemed to have the worst case of denial in the eyes of her mother. He wanted to say that she was right, but that would only stir things as a king, and he didn’t need that. 

“I think that we have to accept some of what has been proven to us in this life Nakia. We cannot reverse death.” she deflated at his words but then he leaned in and whispered, “but I also think that you should never ignore signs and gut feelings because in them lay warnings and hidden truths.

I can’t tell you that Y/n is alive because that would be lying, but if you have a feeling that there are some pieces missing from this, then I say go look for them.”

Nakia nodded, taking that as a hidden message for her to keep looking into Shashi and her hidden past. 

“Thank you. I think I’m going to go home. Just to help my mother with the funeral plans.”

The king nodded and let go of her, looking down at her with eyes of compassion but also of warning. Knowing Nakia, T’Chaka knew that she would go searching where danger lay. 

“We’ll see you there.” 

Nakia nodded again and turned, walking out of the garden passing by T’Challa who still looked quite distraught. 

“I’m sorry.” she mouthed to him, before greeting Ramonda and going home. 

It was agreed that your funeral would be held in the Border-Lands, where you were born. Too many people were there in Nakia’s eyes. People who were never there for you in your real life. 

Nakia had anger in her more than sadness as your coffin was brought out by random people that were supposed to be family but clearly were just Shashi’s old friends.  

Nakia observed how 4 of these people held up your supposed body in the coffin, while there really only needed to be 2 doing it- telling from the distributed weight that was being carried by all 2. You were nearing your teenage years, your body would never be that light when included with the weight of the actual coffin. Nobody else seemed to notice that. 

The coffin was clearly too small to have ever fit your body if it had ever been put in there too, and nobody seemed to point out how if you were to be put in that coffin, your feet and a large chunk of your leg would have been left with no space to fit. 

Nakia  knew that it wasn’t paranoia with the coffin. You were too tall to fit in it, and for Shashi to not even try to lie well was just a different level of disrespect from her. 

Nakia hadn’t spoken to her since the Sunday when she found her drunk. Yet another thing that didn’t add up. If you had died that Sunday morning, why hadn’t she mentioned anything to her. Or better yet, why had she lied and said you were just gone when you were really dead. 

The woman’s story never seemed to add up, yet she sobbed her eyes out as the funeral went on, and she cried when you were lifted into a quinjet. 

Nakia watched as the woman looked like her world had shattered, yet still she couldn’t seem to feel sympathy for her. 

On the other hand, T’Challa kept to himself as he cried next to his mother and father, choosing to still not talk to Nakia after the palace events. 

Yaa wrapped her arm around Nakia for most of the ceremony, but left once help was needed to set up the celebration portion of your funeral, where your life would be talked about all around and your life would be commemorated. While more people went inland, Nakia stood still where she was. 

Footsteps approached and Nakia looked to her left, only to see the woman she despised most. 

“Shashi.” she said, not bothering to show any form of respect.

“Nakia, your mother tells me that you have some things that you want to say to me that I should be prepared for.” 

Nakia looked up at the woman with the still fresh scars covered by makeup. She wanted to ask what happened but she knew that the woman would lie. 

“Not really.” but then a thought crept up in her head, one that she couldn’t let go of. 

“Actually… I have one question. Who is Dreykov?” the older woman immediately tensed, eyeing the girl like she’d  sworn. 

 “Nobody that you want to know, little girl.”

Nakia grew more confident that he was involved.  “She’s not dead, is she?”

 “She is gone, Nakia!”

“Say the words and I’ll believe you. Say Y/n is dead and I’ll leave it.'' Nakia looked for any sense of honesty in the woman's eyes. For anything that could help her find you or at least find out what happened to you. 

“She is gone.” Shashi said, and then proceeded to walk to where the others were. 

Nakia turned and walked the other way, not wanting to be near people who wouldn’t help her. Her evidence was piling up and soon she’d have you with her. 

With her head held down, she thought back to the happy last day that the two of you had. And all of the ones before that. The laughs that her mother said resembled her childhood days. 

Tears formed for the first time through the whole day. What if she didn’t find you? She needed you to be back with her, because you were the one who was with her for her favourite memories. Memories that she didn’t have enough of. She cried thinking of how she wouldn’t be able to make more memories with you. She needed more time with you. 

‘Love is beautiful.’ she thought to herself. Your voice rang in her ear. “Friendship is better.” you said in her head. Just as she heard your imaginary voice, a glimmer came from the ground, and Nakia finally became aware of what she saw. 

It was a necklace. Your necklace. And it was covered in blood, much like the ground that surrounded it. 

Someone had clearly tried to hurt you. But it had to be someone you trusted, because there was only blood at that specific point. 

She picked up your necklace, and placed it in a pocket, before going back to her mother, making sure to mark where she found it so she could come back. 

5 YEARS LATER

“SHASHI, OPEN THE DOOR NOW!” Nakia screamed as she pounded on your childhood home’s door, demanding to see your mother. She’s been waiting for over an hour, screaming for the constantly drunk woman to open her door so that they could have their monthly, scream off where Nakia pried for more information on your disappearance. 

Shashi hadn’t ever really agreed to these conversations, but it had become a new normal for the two. Every month, Nakia would come banging on the door with new questions that she would ask the older woman, who always refused to answer them. Every now and then, she would slip up and give Nakia a piece of information that was either extremely useful or completely useless. It just depended on what time of the day it was, and how drunk Shashi was. 

Nakia had tracked the two constants and figured out that she got the best information in the morning before the sun had struck 12 o’clock, but only on days where the woman was extremely drunk. 

The door swung open and the drunkest drunk of Wakanda came out of the door, hobbling around. 

“WHAT?” she yelled, leaning towards Nakia and nearly tripping over her own feet as she moved. Nakia barged into the house, her mind set on finding physical evidence without the woman being able to fight. 

Just as she predicted, the woman barely noticed how Nakia moved from the door to the inside of the house,as she still stood looking out with anger like someone stood in front of her. 

Nakia put down her bag and began the rummage. She went through your room years ago, so there was no point in trying that again, but now she targeted the older woman's things. 

She had only 2 minutes at most before Shashi sobered up from the bright sun and found her out. 

She looked for documents, phones, or any form of evidence that would help her find the people that she needed to find. She knew that you were taken out of the country. A discovery that was made only weeks after your funeral. She knew that you fought, and she knew that you weren’t told about it, because all of your stuff remained neatly in your room. 

If Shashi wasn’t so troubling to deal with, Nakia would have just reported her to the authorities, but with little physical evidence, people would just think that she was having another denial breakdown like she had a few years before. She needed to find something that could either help find you or at least get Shashi prosecuted. 

Something like the phone that she used to use when she talked to Dreykov. Nakia searched the room specifically for that, but it was nowhere to be found, something Shashi had probably discarded after committing her crimes. 

The sound of a groan told Nakia that her time was up, the drunk was going to kick her out and continue drinking. The drinks never finished and the house smelled like somewhere where humans weren’t supposed to live. 

“NAKIA! If you want to be a spy so badly, why don’t you become a war dog! Do the nation some good, instead of disturbing my peace.!” the woman wobbled into her room, with a fresh glass of whatever she mixed together to make sure she was knocked out before sundown. 

“There is no peace here, Shashi. Only alcohol, that you never seem to run out of.” Nakia joked, receiving a glare from its intended target. 

“Okay, sorry. Low blow, I just wonder how you afford all the alcohol when you haven’t worked since her death.” 

“Ahh-ssah-sin muu- neee.” Shashi stuttered. 

“What?” 

“ASSASSIN MONEY, now get out of my house, before I tell your mother that you are harassing me again.” 

Nakia rolled her eyes at the threat. The great angry Yaa was Shashi’s only escape. If her mother finding out that her investigation was still going on didn’t scare her so much, Nakia would have ignored the woman and continued pressing the issue, but it wasn’t important. She had gotten something. Assassin money. That had to be about Dreykov. So it was good enough. 

“Fine, I’ll go. And maybe I will be a war dog. It would surely help stop people like you from selling children!” She covered her mouth at the realisation of her words mixed with the nod of shame that Shashi took. 

“No-you sold her?!” Nakia looked at the woman, “YOU SOLD HER!”

“Nakia. GO!” 

The teenager walked out, tears of both dread and fulfilment developing. She had finally started to figure it out, so she could find you. But you were sold, and who knew if you were still alive. 

She immediately ran towards the palace, needing the best technology that she could get. Nobody minded her as she passed them by, running like she had places to be. That had just been the way Nakia acted most of the time since your funeral. She travelled like she always had to be somewhere. Like she was trying her best  to escape the world that she lived in. 

As she arrived, T’Challa stood in a room full of all the evidence Nakia seemed to have collected over 5 years. She had called along the way to tell him to review the old evidence. He had finally gotten onto talking to Nakia, after 2 years of not talking, and although he had doubts about Nakia’s half-decade-long obsession, he was always willing to help. 

Nakia greeted him and then swiftly moved on to write down “assassin money,” on one of the holographic documents she had open.

“Assassin money?” the prince asked. 

“That’s what I got from Shashi today. It has to be about Dreykov. I just know it.” 

“Nakia, you talked to a regularly drunk woman at the height of her drunkenness. Are you really willing to believe that anything she says at this point would be valuable?” 

“Yes.” Nakia said, moving herself around to another section of the room. 

T’Challa sighed, seeing that he would have to have the conversation he didn’t want to have. 

“Nakia…don’t you think that maybe you could be overthinking it?” 

“How so?” 

“Nakia, are you sure that you didn’t just get the measurements wrong on that day. You were young and it was your first big loss, what if you were just seeing things wrong and all of this is just you pushing the false evidence.” 

 “Do you not want her to be alive?” 

“I do! I do…but there is a major difference between wanting and believing. I can want her to be alive without believing that she is.” 

“ Well she is.” Nakia walked away from him, her mood suddenly more ruined now than when she spoke to the drunk. 

 “Nakia, i didn’t mean it like that.” the prince said, feeling like he did at 12,  “She was my friend too. And if you think that she is alive, then I do too. I’ll help. Whatever you need, except helping you terrorise her mother. 

I can’t do that, I have training.” he said the last part with a smirk. 

Nakia shoved him and he laughed, allowing her to join. T’Challa loved poking fun of Nakia’s monthly meetings with her top suspect. 

With the new evidence however, Nakia could feel herself making a decision on her life. 

“I think I’m going to become a War dog.” 

18 years later…

2 decades had passed since your disappearance, and many people had forgotten. That’s how it felt to you. An assassin whose only job was to kill who Dreykov told you to kill and leave no traces when you left. 

Over twenty years of control, abuse and misery that was buried deep within yourself. Your mind constantly forgetting the bad memories while you worked. There was no place for guilt or regret of fear in an assassin’s life. You had to get the job done and pretend that nothing happened. 

But when you got to go back to your  house, the one that Dreykov gave you when you graduated out of the red room as the top assassin of your group, all that you did was try to think of those memories again. You wanted so badly to retrieve them from your head and remember what life was like before this, before your mother sold you. But you became less good at remembering and a lot better at forgetting. And with the new trackers and controllers that Dreykov had improved to keep the Widows in line, you never had much time to do so. 

At the house, you were given time to eat, sleep and train. Right before he would send you out to kill. It was better treatment than most widows, as you didn’t have to go back to the red room to train, or to do anything. It was a part of a deal. One that you made more than a decade ago, when you had taken your place as the best assassin in widow history. After killing the president of a country that you no longer remembered, Dreykov granted you one gift, and that was to never have to see the room, or anyone from it ever again. You would work alone. No partners and no distractions. It was a deal you felt proud of, none having gotten one like that before. 

You travelled the world and shot the most sinister, important people in many countries. Some who were evil, and some who Dreykov was paid to kill for fun.

You never asked questions, nor did you really care at that point. You thought you were happy, or at least less stressed than you used to be. 

Over 20 years and it was yet another day where you were to kill someone for the fun of one of Dreykov’s clients soon. 

It was farther, in a different country, so you’d have to wait to fly over before you could hatch out an appropriate plan of action. So you decided to take a break. The only break you knew. Ballet. You went to the studio in your house and put on your ballet slippers. They were worn out, unusable really, but you used them to train yourself to stand stronger than the average ballerina. You were taught to be the best performer, even if that meant that you were to dance on worn out shoes that hurt you. 

You started your music, and began to dance. The routine was tight, and lacked error. Your technique, even in the presence of nobody, was like that of a dancer performing in front of a stage of thousands of people. 

The only problem was that you weren’t alone. You could feel it. Someone’s eyes were on you. You approached the studio window and closed it, leaving the room to close every other window and curtain in the house so that you could inspect what was going on from the camera’s outside. 

It looked like an assassination was coming early. 

Nakia looked through the window and then immediately closed it when she saw the face. Your face stood across the street of the fairly abandoned neighbourhood in Italy. Your face just as beautiful as she remembered it to be, only less happy. 

“T’Challa. She’s there. I just saw her. We found her.” she whispered to the black panther through her ear piece.

“Are you sure?”  he asked, in the next room looking for the same thing that Nakia was. You. 

“Of course, I’m sure. I’ve been looking for 23 years. I think I'd know if my life’s mystery had finally been solved.” Nakia said, annoyed at the question but also so relieved to see your face. It was only for a split second, and it had only been a glimpse but it was more than she had gotten since she was a child so she would take it. 

She was so preoccupied with her thoughts, she didn’t realise that T’Challa had come back into the room she was in, and he was worried. 

“Nakia, somebody just left that building, and they do not look like they were ready to give us any hugs of rejoice.” 

Before anything could register, an explosion hit the building and Nakia and T’Challa went running out. T’Challa switched into his suit and grabbed Nakia, jumping down to the ground floor and then putting them down so that they could make a run for it. Smoke filled the premises and shots fired all around. 

Nakia screamed as a bullet nearly hit her, only for it to only graze her arm. 

T’Challa turned to you and saw that it was definitely you. Or at least somebody that looked exactly how you looked as a child just in adult form. 

He took the bullets and used the kinetic energy absorption in his suit to send his own explosion towards you, knocking you off of your feet. 

“Y/n!” He said as he looked at you, shocked that you were attacking them.

“Y/N!” Nakia ran to you on the ground, still in shock from the impact that the black panther suit had. You had never been knocked off your feet before, and you weren’t used to it. 

“Y/n, what’s going on?” came dreykov’s voice in your ear, his tracking and controlling system catching that you were in hot waters and letting him know to check what you were doing as your next assassination was only scheduled for a few days from then.

“Nothing master. "You said in Russian, Nakia recognised it since she had learnt it as a war dog. She looked at T’Challa as she sat down next to you, and they both knew that you were not alone to your own thoughts. 

You lifted your hand to your forehead and felt blood, your blood, on your hands. That was another first. Ready to grab Nakia by the neck and make her pay for ruining your perfect performance and then injuring you, you brought your hand to it, but you jolted at the intense shock that went through your body, 

“What did you do?!” T’Challa yelled at Nakia, while coming to the two of you.

“I shocked her with my beads.” she said plainly, allowing her and T’Challa to lift you up and take you onto the hidden quinjet on the roof that had been in the sky for hours, waiting for you to be identified. 

“Are you sure that this is a good idea? To take her back to Wakanda now. Did you see the way she spoke? She was talking to someone,Nakia. They could be controlling her. We can’t risk taking her back for them to follow.” 

“So what do you suggest we do then, Prince.” Nakia rolled her eyes at the man trying to delay your homecoming. T’Challa sighed and got up to make a call, while she stared at you, holding your hand as you stayed unconscious. 

“I’ve found you.” she whispered, letting the tears fall freely now. 

“After all of these years, I've finally found you, Y/n. I wasn’t crazy.” 

“You weren’t.” T’Challa said as he got back, coming towards the two of you as he went to hug his emotional friend. Over the years that he had been involved in helping find you, even he thought that what they were doing was crazy. But Nakia never did, and he could tell that Nakia really loved you during that time. She still told stories of your childhood together being the mischievous trio that interrupted the morning meetings. 

Now all three of you were grown up, and there you were. Laying in front of him when he was sceptical for so long. He also breathed a sigh of relief knowing that his friend was back. 

You all sat there for a few hours, while Nakia had to shock you a few more times, as they waited, but soon enough, another quinjet landed on the roof in secret, and the young yet brilliant Shuri came into the building holding a case. 

“Shuri!” Nakia called as the girl got to them, and knelt, looking at the woman that she had heard so much about but had never met. She was in just as much shock as T’Challa had been, as most people truly believed that you were dead. 

Shuri got to work, opening her case and spraying you with a red dissolving powered spray that made your face twitch, and your body become at ease. 

The two non-science people looked at Shuri with questions in their eyes. 

“It deactivates mind control.” she said. She got to work patching up your head wound.

5 minutes passed before you started to become conscious again, and when you opened your eyes to the three people that stood in front of you, and when you didn’t hear the voice that corrupted your brain, tears formed instantly. 

“Kia…” you choked out at your best friend, now a woman looking at you with tears in her eyes. 

You then looked to your left and saw your royal friend, “T’Challa…you’re the Black Panther, now.” He nodded and shed a tear himself, seeing your face express itself just like it used to. 

You then looked at Shuri, feeling bad that you couldn’t name who she was. 

“I’m Shuri, the one who decontrolled you. I’m T’challa’s sister.” 

Your mind was overwhelmed, not only by the fact that T’Challa now had a sister, but by the fact that she had taken you out of Dreykov’s control. 

Instinctively, you looked for a sharp object and stabbed your leg. 

“What are you doing?!” Nakia screamed, wanting you to stop. 

Removing the tracker chip that was inserted into your leg when you got to the room, you  showed it to them before destroying it. Shuri was quick to help you wrap your leg while you just looked at everyone that was around you. 

Your smile was slowly fading, and by the time that you were taken onto a quinjet with Nakia and T’Challa and his sister took the other one, your face had completely fallen and your breathing had turned uneasy. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” she said. Seeing you fidget. You nodded, having no words for her, yet so many questions. 

Hours later, the quinjets had landed, and you were back where you were born. Where you grew up. Where you were sold. 

“I can’t be here.” you said stuck in your position sitting in while Nakia tried to take you out into the palace.

“Will he come for me?”

“No he won’t, y/n. He can’t do that anymore.” Nakia said, approaching you. 

Not convinced, you stood to start the quinjet again. Ready to fly to the red room yourself before he could come and take you himself. 

Nakia saw the panic attack coming, and came to you immediately. 

“Hey, breathe with me…” she let you follow her breathing for a while before continuing, “ He will not come for you again, Y/n. Nobody will. I promise.”

Those words brought back pictures. Ugly ones. Of you in the red room. A gun in your hands, imagining the people who hurt you as you shot. The sudden image scared you, and you broke down crying. You let Nakia hug you, and soon you refused to let go of her. She held you, and rubbed your back as tears fell down both your faces. 

“I’m home.” you cried. 

“You’re home now, Y/n. And I’m here for you.”

 

The night sky glistening in Wakanda, as you slept in Nakia’s arms refusing to let her go, after Shuri had done some tests on you to see that you were in good condition, 

T’Challa’s footsteps felt loud as he approached the house where it all started, his first trip there since months before you disappeared. 

He knocked on the door firmly. 

“Shashi! It’s T’Challa. Open the door!”

The house smelled better than Nakia used to describe it, no alcohol was being consumed now seemingly. 

The door opened and Shashi’s frame came into view. She had grey hairs now, but she looked better than she had in the years that followed the ‘death’.. 

“My prince. What brings you here?” 

“We found her, Shashi.” Shashi’s face fell immediately, knowing exactly what he was talking about. 

“She was never dead, and you knew that! When people hear this, things will not be good for you.” T’Challa turned and left, knowing that the Border Tribe elders were alert and prepared for her to flee so if she tried, it would be pointless. 

He left the woman who had gotten too comfortable ignoring her past, suddenly scared for what was to come to light. 

Author's Note: My Nakia Debut everyone. Part 2 will be out as soon as I get to writing it, but I am busy with school so don't be surprised if it's not this weekend or early next week

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I Finished Panaderia De Cazon

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Ok, so I’d like to request the following friends-to-lovers prompt for my babydaddy please ☺️

“Do you remember? When we were twelve? We promised to marry each other…Being honest, I always hoped you wouldn’t break our promise.”

Hello, my Love! I hope you like this! Thanks for the request <3 T'Challa x (Wakandan) Reader Content: Friends (and Employer/Employee)-to-Lovers; Being Stood Up; Light drinking

*ding!* You put down your glass of wine, picked up your phone, and read the display.

"Message from T'Challa."

Then, you pressed the rectangular button on the side of your phone, waiting for the nondescript face to appear with an accompanying "ding" sound.

"Akila, read the text message from T'Challa," you said to your phone before putting it back on the coffee table.

"......reading text message from T'Challa," the automated feminine voice responded. "The message reads as follows, "How is your date going?" Would you like to respond?"

"Yes," you said, reaching forward and grabbing your pint of sherbert.

"Okay. What would you like your response to say?" Akila asked.

"They didn't show up," you mumbled.

"I'm sorry," Akila said, "Could you repeat that?"

"THEY DIDN'T SHOW UP."

"Your response, which reads, "THEY DIDN'T SHOW UP", has been sent," Akila replied. "Would you like to listen to American singer, Mary J. Blige?"

You rolled your eyes. "No thank you, Akila. Goodnight."

"They're a fool," T'Challa said.

The two of you sat on your balcony, staring up at the stars and taking sips of your drinks--you, another glass of wine; T'Challa, a glass of ginger drink with a hint of rum from an unopened bottle he'd gifted you months before.

You shrugged and chuckled. "They probably found out who I worked for..."

"What?!" T'Challa asked, obviously feigning shock. "Surely, I am not the reason your relationships don't work out."

You scoffed at the playful twinkle in his eye. This was the same man who'd once nearly choked a stranger to death in Europe because he smacked your ass on the street. Rightfully so. However, when you were teenagers, he'd also threatened your very first boyfriend with a very bad time (you never got all the details) if he broke your heart. Unfortunately for you, the kid did break your heart--but fortunately for him, Queen Ramonda stopped T'Challa from doing whatever mysterious thing he'd promised to do.

"Let's not talk about it anymore," you said before finishing off your wine.

"Mmm..." T'Challa hummed with that low rumble he'd typically reserved for the women he wanted to woo. You glanced at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I think you've had enough to dr--"

"Tonight reminds me of my father's fifth anniversary as king. The stars looked just like this," he said, pointing at the sky. "Do you remember? When we were twelve?"

"...I suppose I do. That was so long ago..."

"We promised to marry each other..." T'Challa continued. "Being honest, I always hoped you wouldn't break our promise." His lips pressed together in a tight, but warm smile. Your eyebrows furrowed, but then, you chuckled nervously.

"What are you going on about, T'Challa?" you asked. Your wine glass now empty, you couldn't find anything to channel your nerves into, so you merely tugged at the skirt of your nightgown, hoping to straighten out the nonexistent wrinkles.

"I'm shooting my shot, as the kids say," he responded.

You threw your head back and laughed. When your laughter subsided, you noticed the silence beside you. You looked back at T'Challa, and saw his loving doe eyes looking back at you.

"We're getting a bit too old to pretend like we don't care about each other, aren't we?" he asked--though the tone of his inquiry sounded more like a statement.

You saw his arm move in your peripheral, then you looked down. His large hand was extended toward you. Your heart began to pound as the seriousness of the situation settled into your spirit. Then, you placed your hand in his. He pulled your hand to his lips and kissed the knuckle of your middle finger.

"Maybe..." he started. He thought carefully about his next words. "Maybe the reason we keep failing at love, is because we've both been overlooking the person right in front of us..."

You watched T'Challa kiss the top of your hand as your brain fought to send words to your mouth. You breathed in the Wakanda's crisp, clean, lemony-scented air--hoping that it would help you find the perfect way to tell him...

...that you just might agree with him...

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Princess Protection Program - Helmut Zemo x Wakandan! Reader

Chapter 1: The (Not Quite) Meet Cute

Chapter Summary: Y/N and T'Challa mourn, and she meets a certain German psychiatrist.

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of death of a family member, Drugging.

Notes: Female Reader, No beta read.

Word Count: 1520

The young prince, T'Challa, paced back and forth in the office. It had been a stressful day. He had fought the renowned Captain America.

Through the glass walls of the room, he saw a figure approaching. It was Y/N, his cousin who had he had been raised with like a sister. The approaching girl looked as innocent and demure as always. The structured business attire she donned looked out of place on her as she was more suited to the dainty dresses she usually wore.

The door opened, and the young woman rushed into her cousin's awaiting arms. The sound of her sobs filling the office. The girl pulled back,

"What happened, cousin? Is it true?" She asked, eyes glittering with tears.

"Yes, that man killed our king. He murdered my father, our father in cold blood," T'Challa stated.

Y/N fell back into the Prince's arms, once again sobbing. Y/N was not the king's daughter. She wasn't even from his side of the family. She was the daughter of Queen Ramonda's younger brother, and after he and Y/N's mother's mysterious death the Queen and her husband took the girl in. They raised her like their own child, and in return, she felt as though they were her parents.

"I tried to bring him the justice that he deserved, but Steve Rogers protected that murderer, the Winter Soldier," The Prince spat.

"But Captain America saves people. He’s good." The girl marvelled at the information given to her.

"I thought so too, cousin."

»»——⍟——««

The pair sat at the desk. T'Challa had calmed down enough to have the tea that was brought in. Cup in hand, he wondered what the girl was doing so far from safety. Y/N had been in the UN building during the bombing. She had been scooped away by the Dora as soon as she was found in the rubble. 

Y/N had accompanied her uncle and cousin to Vienna for her first official trip as a diplomat after her university graduation. She didn't want to attend the UN meeting, but never could say no to anyone.

"I'm grateful for your company, Y/N, but I must know why you've come here? You should be somewhere more secure," T'Challa inquired.

Y/N gently put down her teacup and patted the corner of her lips with a cloth serviette, "This tea is wonderful. Uncle would have enjoyed it," The girl mused, trying to change the subject.

"You haven’t answered my question, Y/N. What are you doing here?"

Taking a deep breath, she said "I've been asked to do a job," 

When T'Challa stayed silent, she continued, "Rather... I asked to do a job... I asked to sit in on the Winter Soldiers psychological assessment."

T'Challa stood suddenly, making Y/N gasp as the table shook.

"You will do no such thing!"

"T'Challa, please. I'll be fine. It is my job, after all," Y/N pleaded. She hated to see people upset, and it made her feel even worse when she was the cause of it.

"That man is dangerous!"

"I'm aware, but I have to see him, I have to see the man that took our father from us" Her voice cracked, making the T’challa soften.

The Prince settled back into his chair, and Y/N took his hands. "Please let me do this. I'm begging you".

»»——⍟——««

The session was due to begin soon. Y/N stood alone outside the door, waiting for the psychiatrist to arrive.

Composing herself was more challenging than she thought it would be, but King T'chaka's murderer was so close, so who could fault her for being terrified of the man that had shaken her family like this?

Y/N felt fresh tears gathering.

"Is everything okay, Frauline?" A masculine voice said from behind her.

Y/N jumped with a squeak as she spun around to find a handsome young man before her. He had short brown hair, a five o'clock shadow and a pair of glasses on.

"I'm fine, thank you, sir. I'm just waiting for the doctor," she assured him.

"Oh," he says, extending a hand, "My apologies. Dr. Theo Broussard"

Y/N takes his hand and gives it a weak shake. She smiles timidly. This wasn't who she expected.

"Y/N M/N L/N, ward of the Wakandan royal family, but I prefer just Y/N. I'm here to observe the assessment process?" 

She sees the doctor's jaw clench at her last statement but pushes it aside.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N. Ward of the royal family, you say? Do you share any relation to the late King of Wakanda" he ponders.

"He is- was my uncle" She shifts uncomfortably, and the man sends her a sad look.

"I’m truly regretful of his loss. He seemed like a good man."

"Thank you, he was," Y/N said, thinking fondly of her uncle.

"I feel inclined to ask about the ethics of your observation. You are, as they say, 'too close to the case'"

"I assure you, I won't try to sway your judgement on the Soldier's evaluation. You won't even know I'm there," Y/N says

Dr. Broussard hums and looks into her eyes, reading her.

"Are you frightened to go in there?" He asks

"I won't lie, I am. I've always been very good at making other people feel better, be more at peace, you know. That's why I felt it was so right for me to pursue a career in psychology. But here I am, with my degree, and I can help everyone feel better but myself" She laughed a bit, and the doctor smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"It will take work, but you'll find a way. And remember, James Barnes is restrained. He can't get to you."

He fishes something out of his pocket and offers it to her. It's a Turkish delight. "Something to calm your nerves."

Y/N smiles and takes it. He watches her unwrap it and pop it in her mouth.

»»——⍟——««

Y/N didn't feel right. She was beginning to feel a bit weak and foggy.

Chalking it up to the fact that she was sat in a dim room with a killer, she ignores it.

As the doctor had said, the Winter Soldier was restrained, but it did little to help her feel safe. She did feel angry, an emotion she hardly ever felt but as soon as she had set foot into the room and saw the Winter Soldier, anger and fear consumed her.

Y/N was seated in a chair beside Dr. Broussard. Sending an icy glare, she didn't know she was capable of towards the man behind the glass.

"Tell me, Bucky, you've seen a great deal, haven't you?" The doctor asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," The Soldier said with a downtrodden tone, and a pang of pity hit Y/N's chest. She tried to push it down quickly, but it lingered.

Y/N began to feel light-headed. Touching the back of her hand to her forehead to make sure she wasn't feverish.

"Ms. L/N, is everything all right?" He asked, noticing her movement.

"It's nothing, Doctor."

He clears his throat and continues talking to Bucky. "You feel that if you open your mouth, the horrors will never stop."

As the doctor said this, the pity Y/N felt began to grow. She knew what HYDRA had done to him, and looking into his eyes, she could see that he was haunted. 'But HYDRA didn't make him kill my uncle' Y/N tried to convince herself, wanting so badly to remain angry, to show loyalty to her family, but the pity still grew.

The fogginess in her mind also grew. Stars began to gather in her vision, and she felt her eyes clouding over.

"Don't worry," The doctor says to the Winter Soldier.

Y/N stands, ready to excuse herself.

"We only have to talk about one," the doctor finishes.

The woman collapses to the ground as darkness and blinking, red lights overtake the room.

The powers out.

Going in and out of consciousness. Y/N hears banging and words spoken in Russian as she desperately tries to stay awake, translating what she can.

"Seventeen"

Bang!

"Benign"

Bang!

"Nine"

Bang!

"Homecoming"

Bang!

"One"

Bang!

"Freight car"

Crash!

Silence fills the room.

"Soldier?" she hears the doctor ask in Russian

"Ready to comply," The Winter Soldier replies.

Y/N's mind goes blank.

»»——⍟——««

Looking down at the girl passed out on the floor, Zemo couldn't help but feel a little bad. 

The reason she had gotten in his way was because she was looking for closure over something he had done.

He knelt beside her and took off his jacket. Folding it into a makeshift pillow, he raised Y/N's head and places it beneath her. It was the least he could do.

He ran his thumb over her cheek. Even in a coerced slumber, the pretty young woman looked so peaceful and vulnerable—a sleeping beauty. 'How ironic,' he thought.

Far off he heard the footsteps of Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson as they approached.

He didn’t linger anymore. There was still work to be done...

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Christmas with the avengers

pairing: avengers x teen!reader, Peter Parker x reader.

warnings: maybe some swearing?

summary: your first Christmas with both the avengers and with Peter, what could possibly go wrong?

a/n: merry Christmas everyone! this is absolute shit but I wanted to write something Christmassy, I hope you all like it!

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you hadn't been part of the avengers long when you started dating Peter, causing this to be your first Christmas with the both of them.

you get dressed in the matching Christmas jumpers you and Peter both had, because apparently it was tradition in the avengers tower to wear Christmas jumpers on Christmas day, so you had both agreed to wear the matching jumpers. (see gif)

you pulled on a pair of jeans and tied your hair up in a ponytail, with a small peice tinsel wrapped around your hairband. you did light makeup with f/c (fave colour) of eyeshadow.

you walk out of your room in the avengers tower and bump into Thor and Loki, heading to the kitchen.

"hello lady y/n, you look ravishing. I love your jumper." Thor said smiling at you.

"thanks Thor, you look good too." you say smiling at him.

"I like the tinsel" Loki muttered to you on the way past. you and him had become quite close over the past few months you have spent at the tower, but it still shocked you that he would say something like that with Thor around. normally he was a lot quieter in the shadow of his older brother.

"thanks loki." you say cheerfully, getting into the lift with them.

when the three of you get to the living room and kitchen you go your separate ways. Thor to the kitchen, no doubt to raid the cupboards of poptarts and you and Loki to the living room. you take a seat next to your boyfriend and smile at him.

"you look amazing" Peter says, looking at you lovingly.

"so do you." you say giggling.

"I know" he said, pretending to do a hair flick. but failing miserably and accidentally hitting himself in the face.

you laugh at him, and he looks at you with those puppy dog eyes that you can never resist. "sorry love" you say before kissing his cheek where he hit himself.

both of you head to the kitchen and after collectively deciding on cereal for breakfast, you go back into the living room with bowls full.

just as you both sat down on the sofa at your previous spots, Tony came in with Morgan trailing behind him, also wearing matching Christmas jumpers. "Merry Christmas everyone!" he says, sitting next to Steve and Bucky on the sofa.

Morgan runs over to you and attemps to scramble onto your lap. after realising what she was trying to do you help her get up and she sits on you happily.

Morgan had begun to like you in the short time you had been here, you were good with kids and would often play with her causing you two to become immediate friends. she was your little partner in crime and the pair of you would often adopt Loki to help prank Tony and Steve.

"I know its Christmas but there is a lot to get done, Pepper, Wanda and Bucky are on cooking duty first and then we will rotate, check this peice of paper that was kindly provided by Bruce for the timetable. everything else should have been done already."

"I can't wait to see what I got from Santa!" Morgan squealed excitedly, eyeing the pile of presents under the tree.

"I'm offended" you say dramatically, "are you not exited to see what I got you?" you asked laughing.

"yep, I'm exited for all the presents!" she said before getting off of your lap and running into the kitchen to 'help' with the cooking.

after half an hour of chatting and crimes cookies Nat decided she was bored.

"who wants to play Christmas games?" she shouts holding up a box. you glance at the box before bursting out laughing.

"o-deer! really?" Sam said, laughing at what happened last time you played it.

"do you remember Rhodes last time, he looked like he was going to take off." Scott said laughing.

"erm, excuse me. but who won?" Rhodes said pointing to himself. "this guy, so don't get ahead of yourselves." he said.

"I personally think I'm gonna win this time" you say sticking your tongue out at Rhodes.

"not gonna happen doll" Bucky called from the kitchen.

"just watch me win" you say.

everyone comes in from the kitchen and takes a break from cooking to play.

you all take turns having the antlers and throwing the hoops, when both you and Peter had finished you both collapsed on the sofa. he put his arm around you and you nestled your face in his chest, breathing in his warm sent.

after Nat announced that the winner was Wanda (everyone thinks she used her powers, although she swears that she didn't) you changed around kitchen duty, next up it was you, Peter and Steve.

Vision had mysteriously disappeared from the cooking rota, despite the fact that Wanda had been helping his cooking skills he couldn't seem to get any better.

you got started on the brussel sprouts, how anyone could eat them was beyond you but apparently some people *cough* Sam *cough* liked them.

Peter had gotten started on the stuffing, making the mixture and rolling it into balls. whenever he would walk past u he would kiss you on the forehead, or whatever part of you that was facing him at the time. Steve was watching this behaviour and wasn't sure to find it cute or disgusting.

Steve was getting busy with the mashed potatoes and checking on the turkey every once in a while.

a gasp echoed through the kitchen as you burnt your hand on the oven attempting to check on the turkey per Steve's request.

"what happe-" pete asked trailing off when he say u nursing your hurt hand, "oh baby, are you okay? did you burn it? don't worry it will be okay. I'll get some ice for it" he said, completely freaking out.

you watching him frantically searching for some ice for a minute before saying "don't worry petey, it's fine. it's only a burn. and it doesn't hurt that badly" you say giggling at how concerned he was.

"but what if it gets infected? or if it swells up?" he asked finally managing to find some ice and putting it on your hand.

"honestly, you kids." Steve says rolling his eyes and chuckling. "are you sure you are alright y/n?" he asks, his eyebrows knitting in concern.

"yeah I'm sure" you say, smiling up at him.

"okay" he says checking on the turkey himself.

you checked the clock "our shift ended five minutes ago! those little fuckers didn't tell us!" you say taking off the apron. you go into the living room and find Morgan and Loki laughing on the sofa.

"I'm truly sorry Lady y/n, it was my shift next and I didn't want to do it." Loki said, smirking at you.

"your not sorry" you say.

"no, your right, I'm not" he said, grinning again.

you roll your eyes and resume your earlier position on the sofa, Peter sitting next to you.

"secret santa!" came a shout from the doorway, you looked up to see that it was Tony. he was carrying the secret santa presents in his arms and Clint and Rhodes were behind him also carrying armfuls of presents.

Morgan jumped up from her seat next to Bruce squealing excitedly.

"don't we have to wait for our special guests to get here?" Pepper asked eyeing Tony.

"oops I forgot, yes we do" Tony said putting down the presents bashfully.

"what special guests?" you ask, having not heard about this at all.

"you will see" Tony said, with a shit eating grin.

about ten minutes later a knock was heard at the door.

Vision gets up to answer it and you soon here a shout from the doorway.

"do not fear, Christmas is saved. for the overrated king of wakanda and his amazing and beautiful genuis sister is here!"

"SHURI!" you and Peter both yell in unison.

"it is I" she said flicking her hair (and actually succeeding) before running to hug the two of you.

"not that anyone has noticed but I'm also here" Doctor Strange says from the doorway.

Tony and Bruce look up from talking to T'Challa and go over to shake hands with Strange.

"presents now?" Morgan asks, tugging on Tony's trouser leg.

"yes sweetie, go over and open some of them." Tony says. patting her on her head and sending her on her way.

everyone gathers around the tree and watches Morgan open her presents from santa. when she has finished you give her a wrapped package with some art supplies in. she jumps up and hugs you with a massive grin on her face.

then someone (you guess Scott but your not sure) yells secret santa.

everyone gets the presents they had gotten for their secret santa, you had gotten Thor and after asking for help from Peter you ended up making him something. when it was time for you to give thor his present you presented a wrapped up package. it was a knitted jumper with tiny hammers and lightning bolts on it.

he opened the present with a massive grin on his face and pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

"thanks you Lady y/n, I couldn't have asked for anything better."

"your welcome Thor" you said, smiling up at him.

when everyone was done with the secret santa, you had received a few scented bath bombs and a silver snake ring from Natasha, some people trickled out to go and help in the kitchen.

you handed Peter a package wrapped in red paper, "here you go Petey" you say.

he takes it and opens it, you had given him a watch with the millennium falcon on the inside of it.

"thanks baby, I love it!" he says hugging you tightly and kissing you square on the lips. "you will get yours tonight" he says with a grin.

not even five minutes had passed when a yell was heard from the kitchen.

"you idiot, you were meant to take out the turkey while we were opening the presents!" Sam yelled.

"well its not my fault that the timer didn't go off!" Clint yelled back.

"FRIDAY, did you set the timer like I asked you to?" Sam asked.

"you never asked me to set a timer sir" FRIDAY replied.

"shit" Sam muttered kicking the table in frustration.

after a few minutes of chaos Steve managed to find a ham in the back of the fridge, everyone decided that the ham was the best thing to have so you cooked it up and it didn't get burnt.

everyone gathered around the table, the food was delicious, and you almost couldn't tell that there wasn't a turkey.

"hey Bucky, could you pass me the potatoes please?" you asked. piling your plate high with good food.

once everyone was done eating you all sat in the living room and put on a Christmas movie.

you and Peter wanted to watch the muppets Christmas Carol but you both were outvoted and you ended up watching the Nightmare before Christmas.

Tony got the movie set up and you curled into Peter. an hour later when the movie was finished you were still in the same position, you were very happy next to Peter with him stroking your hair lovingly. you buried your head further into his chest until you had to upstairs to bed.

Peter offered to carry you and you glad fully accepted, completely worn out from the chaos filled day.

when you had both gotten up to your bedroom he presented a wrapped up gift from his pocket.

"I'm not done with you yet y/n" he says with a grin on his face.

you open the package and inside find a box. upon opening it you find a beautiful silver heart locket. you open up the locket to find that Peter had already put a picture inside, it was a picture of you and him on Valentines day, on the date that he had set up for the two of you.

"omg, Pete I absolutely love it!" you say with a massive grin on your face, "can you put it on me?" you ask.

"turn around" he says, taking the necklace from you and clasping it up. "all done"

he spins you around and you land in his arms, he kisses you passionately and you kiss back just as fiercely. the kiss was filled with passion and promises.

that night you fall asleep in his arms, with a massive grin on your face.

you couldn't have wished for a better Christmas, even if it did include burnt turkey.

[plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms]

There’s More Than One Way To Start An Apocalypse (12)

Summary: The Infinity War had happened and Thanos had won. 5 years later the Avengers try one last crazy idea to save everyone they lost, but a mysterious woman with a Supernatural background from Natasha’s past drops in unexpectedly derailing their plans. They soon find out that Thanos was now not the apocalypse they needed to stop.

Fandoms: Avengers, Supernatural

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader (previous), Natasha Romanoff x Reader (previous)

Warnings: Angst, The Damn Snap, mentions of depression and self-loathing, excessive and sometimes unnecessary violence, gore, mentions of death, copious amounts of blood, some profanity as per usual, mentions of past trauma, idiotic decision making, major character death/s, an obscene amount of fluff

A/N: Okay so I wanted to give us all some fluff after the trauma that was the previous chapter. I hope you forgive me. Enjoy! Masterlist is pinned post, my lovelies. Feedback is encouraged in this house. :)

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12: A New Lease in Life

"Welcome to Wakanda," Steve said near your ear as you stared wide eyed out the window. You could hear the pride and the smile in his voice. There was a warmth in his tone that told you that this was a special place.

He had spent almost the entire ride here telling you all about this kingdom and its people while Bruce piloted the jet. He told you how majestic the nature is and how advanced the technology has become even surpassing that of Tony's in some aspects. He told you how Shuri helped Bucky heal from the damage HYDRA had done. He told you how when they were on the run and the world had turned their back on them because of the accords that they were offered asylum here.

He could not speak highly enough of their King T'Challa. He spoke of the power and the skill he had as the Black Panther. He mentioned how he was a benevolent ruler of his people, but more than that he was an incredible human being. He was generous, forgiving, wise, brave, and a dependable friend.

You thought for sure that he was exaggerating everything, but as you looked out the jet's window at the aerial view you decided that Steve might have even downplayed it. Wakanda was absolutely breathtaking and its people were even more of a sight.

The King and his court greeted your group as you came down the ramp. You had been in the presence of royalty countless times, a few times you were sent to assassinate them, but you had never felt intimidated in their presence.

Now as Steve and T'Challa greet each other like old friends and you see the comfortable familiarity in their eyes, you find yourself in awe of the king.

"Hello, Sera. I am happy to welcome you to Wakanda," he said in his rich accent, his smile bright on his face.

"Hello, your majesty. Thank you for inviting us." You gave a small respectful nod as you shook his hand. He covered your clasped hands with his other and his smile grew making the corners crinkle.

"Please, T'Challa will do. We owe you a debt we can only hope to be able to repay someday. You will always be welcomed in Wakanda," he said genuinely.

You flashed Steve a slight frown because apparently he had briefed your hosts and judging by the gratitude on their faces the Captain may have built you up quite a bit. He looked down at his shoes and rubbed his neck nervously. You tutted at him, amused by how young and boyish he suddenly looked with that gesture.

"Thank you again for your hospitality and for offering your assistance. I was told that you had a possible solution for my problem?" you said. There was just something calming about T'Challa's presence, you thought as your heart rate steadied under his kind gaze.

"Yes, my sister eagerly awaits you in her lab. Please forgive her if she seems over excited as she has never had the opportunity of studying a person of your lineage."

You beamed at the king. Your heart was suddenly warm from the way he described you with such respect. You had been referred to as a creature, a myth, an abomination, a weapon, and many more less than flattering terms. Never have you ever been referred to as a person, an unusual kind of person, but a person nonetheless.

"Lead the way, T'Challa."

Steve found it endearing how your eyes sparkled as you took everything in while you made your way to the laboratory. He could see the appreciation in the way your mouth went back and forth between open mouthed awe and blindingly happy smiles. You were going to give yourself a neck pain with the way you were craning your neck and whipping your head around to observe as much as you can. He found himself smiling. You were cute.

"Finally!" an excited female voice said with the same smooth accent as the king. It broke you away from your energetic sightseeing. "I'm Shuri. I'm thrilled that you have come!"

Shuri had the type of energy that was just as affecting as her brother's calmness. She was gorgeous; intricate tight braids, paint on her face emphasizing her sharp bone structure, and the way she carried herself was youthful yet unmistakably royal. Not much introductions were made as she eagerly pulled you by the hand toward a long table with lines running all through out it.

"Come, Sera. Lay down right here," she said patting the table and making her way to the consoles. Bruce followed to stand beside her, setting his equipment down by his feet.

You shrugged and complied without complaint, the glee on her face made you nervous, but the fact that Steve moved to stand beside you with a reassuring smile gave you confidence. You took a deep breath and lied down. The sudden lights from the table as it activated made you jump. Steve grabbed your hand and gently drew circles on the back to calm you down. You smiled at him as your breathing settled once more.

"This is incredible," Shuri muttered after a few minutes as she leaned over the table and read through the scans. She turned to you, her eyes dancing with the joy of discovery. "You are incredible!"

"Do you have enough data?" Bruce asked, his finger swiping at the screen.

"Yes! I will have to do a few more analyses and run some tests, but the blood work you brought should help with that," she nodded rapidly. "Bruce and I should be able to finish up. Captain, why don't you show Sera around? Please, take some time to enjoy my country while you are here."

Your eyes pleaded with Steve to agree. You knew this was technically a part of the mission, but you could not pass up the offer to go exploring. Steve saw the look on your face and the pout you were fighting. He discovered at that moment that he could not say no to that face.

"Sure. Can we swing by the kitchens to grab lunch?" Steve said, not fighting the smile on his face when you looked like you were going to explode confetti and happiness.

"I'll call ahead for you and take these Kimoyo Beads. We'll call when we're finished. Have fun!"

Steve caught the beads that Shuri tossed him and led you out the lab. You were skipping happily behind him, mouthing a silent thanks to the princess.

"You know it won't take long for us to run the analysis," Bruce murmured from beside a smug looking Shuri.

"You know I cannot help myself, Bruce. Don't tell me you do not see it," she giggled.

"I think they're the only ones who don't see it yet," he agreed.

Steve held a picnic basket in one hand while the other pointed to random things you passed as you made the trek toward what he said was his favorite spot. He was patient in answering your questions and in telling you in more detail about his past experiences with this country.

You enjoyed listening to not just his stories, but also to the low tenor of his voice. It made you happy seeing him so animated, so different from the version you saw in their supposed future. This Steve had a spark for life in him and you had to admit you were a little proud that you helped put it there.

"Wow."

It was all you could say as Steve pulled you through thick clusters of towering trees to emerge into an enclosed meadow that you could only describe as magical. The brown and green grass at your feet begged for you to take off your boots with each step you took on the soft ground. Multiple waterfalls off a low cliff face fed fresh cool water down to a small lake glistening like a clear blue crystal with the sunlight.

"You like it?" Steve asked, nervously chewing on his bottom lip. For some reason he wanted you to like it. "I like coming here to just get away for a bit. Shut out the noise for a little while."

"I didn't think this country could get any more beautiful," you softly said before turning to smile brightly at him. "Thank you for sharing this with me, Steve. It's perfect."

The Captain beamed at you, relieved at your approval. He didn't think twice about taking your hand in his free one and pulling you nearer to the water. You smiled shyly at your joined hands, liking how warm and large his hand felt over yours. You were almost sad that he had to let go to set down the basket and lay out the blanket for you both to have your lunch on.

Steve found some joy in unraveling each food package and watching you discover the unfamiliar flavors of the local cuisine. You were a little too eager in stuffing everything in your mouth making you almost choke at one point. He was quick to open a drink and hand it to you. He gave you a concerned frown while he stroked your back as you worked on clearing your windpipe. You noticed that he was finding ways to touch you and you weren't exactly complaining.

You spent a while just chatting about light topics as you both ate your fill. Steve was very interested in hearing more about the supernatural and you enjoyed hearing about his youth. He laughed at a few of your stories of your earlier failed hunts particularly about the time you were chased by a bunch of pissed off possessed teddy bears. Your face was going to hurt from all of the smiling, but you couldn't help it especially when Steve would laugh a full belly laugh and clutched at his chest. It might just become your favorite sound.

"I owe you an apology."

You raised your eyebrow at him while you popped more fruit in your mouth. He looked at ease fully stretched out and leaning his head on his hand as he stared up at you.

"You owe me nothing, Steve," you shook your head.

"I do," he pulled himself up to sit and rest his arms on his knees. "I was really suspicious of you in the beginning. I wasn't as welcoming as the rest."

"Has this been bothering you?" you laughed loudly as he looked sheepishly at you. "Steve, I literally materialized out of thin air in the arms of some unknown man drenched in my own blood and unconscious. Of course you were suspicious!"

"Yeah, but I was still suspicious even after Nat vouched for you."

You shook your head at him again. It was his job to be suspicious as their Captain. It was his job to look out for the team. "Are you still suspicious of me now?"

Steve looked at you for a long time, his baby blue eyes seemed to want to tell you more than what his lips allowed. "No."

"Good," you smiled. Truthfully, you didn't know it mattered that much that Steve in particular trusted you. "I would expect that saving you from living a life of demon possession earns me a reward or some goddamn points at least."

Steve was blinding you with his smile again. He was suddenly up on his feet and hurriedly pulling off his jacket and shirt. He discarded them haphazardly onto the blanket before working on his pants.

"Oh hey hold on, Cap! I wasn't talking about that kind of reward." The heat on your face and neck betrayed your sarcastic teasing tone.

You expected Steve to be uncomfortable with your comment or at the very least feel awkward. To your surprise he flashed you a wicked smirk and a wink as he freed himself from his pants and shoes. Captain America wore black boxer briefs. Noted with thanks, you thought.

"Not this time, doll."

Playful Steve Rogers was going to be the death of you. You watched mesmerized by this perfect specimen of a man as he ran toward the water and dived right in. He emerged further into the deep end shaking the water from his hair and grinning madly at you.

"Come on!"

Who could resist an invitation like that? You quickly stripped down to your underwear and made a running start before diving in. You took your time underneath to marvel at the beauty in the waters that rivaled even that of the surface. This country truly was unbelievably beautiful.

You came up near where you guessed Steve would be, but you were surprised to see that he was gone. You spun around in search for him, but he was no where to be found. Suddenly you were pulled down deep and the panic began to bubble in your chest until you were met with a cocky smile. Your body automatically relaxed and you hit his solid chest.

He grabbed you by the waist and propelled you up to the surface, his longish blonde hair swirling in a sort of halo around his handsome features. You gasped for air and punched his chest again, but this time you let your hand linger there.

"I almost snapped your neck on instinct, you idiot," you laughed.

You noticed that Steve has not removed his grip around your bare waist and instead seemed to be pulling you closer to him. From this close you could feel his breath on your face and see clearly how blue his eyes were, so blue that it could rival the very lake you were swimming in. You could see the smile he had been wearing the whole afternoon, content with a hint of mischief.

Steve was bewildered at first that he felt this comfortable around you. After all that he has been through, he was slow in opening up to people and he was jaded from all the loss he suffered. But he made a conscious decision right before you boarded the jet for Wakanda to just give in to the strange pull he felt for you since the day you arrived. Having the Snap reversed prompted him to re-evaluate how he wanted to live the rest of his unnaturally long life and he decided that he needed to stop overthinking everything. The more he got to know you, the stronger the pull became and he was surprised again to find that this did not bother him like it usually would.

At this moment, he felt the pull again as he held you tighter until you were flush against his body. He relished the feeling of your skin against his as he used his other hand to cup your face. He searched your eyes for any sign of resistance. His actions may be bold right now, but he was still every bit the 40s gentleman. When he saw nothing except nervous anticipation, he tightened his grip on your hip and drew his face slowly closer to yours.

You were an inch away from each other's lips when the beads worn on Steve's wrist buzzed and chimed urgently by your ear. The moment ruined, he squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his forehead to yours as the beads continued to sound.

"Fuck," he mumbled, his breath pleasantly hot on your face.

"Language," you scolded him lightly as you fought to steady the rapid fluttering of your heart. Steve pretended to frown in disapproval at your comment, but the small lift in the corner of his lips told you otherwise. He was never going to live that down and apparently you were now in on it too.

"Nat tell you?"

"Tony actually," you chuckled as he groaned. You cocked your head toward the bracelet that was insistently ringing. "Better take that."

It took you and Steve only 15 minutes to get dressed, pack up, and get back to the laboratory. You both carefully avoided the happy questioning gazes of the two scientists. You knew what you both looked like; still wet from the swim, flushed faces, sun kissed skin, dopey smiles, and standing very close to each other.

"What did you find?" Steve asked attempting to steer the conversation away from your still very new closeness.

Shuri rolled her eyes and began to explain the analysis they worked on. You tried hard to focus on her words, but it was getting more and more difficult to focus. Perhaps you had too much sun exposure, but you suddenly found your sight go blurry and your limbs give out. The sound around you muffled as you hit the ground, barely registering Steve's arms around you.

"Steve, we need to get her to the tree!" Shuri shouted urgently.

Steve tried hard not to focus on the fact that he could neither feel nor hear your heartbeat anymore. He couldn't see the rise and fall of your chest or the warm breath from your lips. You can't be dead. He held you tighter to his chest and pushed down the fear as he focused all his attention on running at full speed behind Shuri.

Shuri tried to catch her breath as they reached a wide dry field with a large tree in the middle. This tree stood tall and proud teeming with lush green and white leaves as well as a unique display of silver and blue flowers. It was strange that amidst the obviously barren area was this tree that literally glowed with life.

"Lay her down right by the roots, Captain."

Steve followed her instructions and swallowed the pain he felt at your lifeless figure. "Is she - ?" he was almost too afraid to ask.

"Not if we can help it," she said intentionally adding confidence in her voice for Steve's benefit. She pulled out from her robes what Steve recognized was an angel blade. Shuri muttered a small prayer under her breath.

"Please let this work."

Shuri held the blade high above her head before bringing it down forcefully on the bark of the tree near your head. She made a long wide gash with the blade before stepping back to stand beside Steve who was now pulling his hair and pacing in his panic.

For a while nothing happened and the panic started to overwhelm Steve, but then a blinding white blue light shone through the gash Shuri made making them step back. This light formed thick wisps of smoke and crawled toward your unconscious form. It fused with wherever it touched; through your mouth, in your ears, or on your skin.

Steve's eyes widened as he realized what the light was having spent the past couple of weeks with you, Castiel and Jack. Hope bloomed in his chest as your still motionless body absorbed more of the light. This was a tree made of grace.

Shuri was relieved to see that her theory seemed to hold true, that your kind would be able to harness the energy of this tree. She was disappointed to see the flowers and leaves slowly wilting and crumbling to the ground as you took more, but saving your life would be worth it. She just hoped that it would be enough.

The stream of grace soon fizzled out and yet you still didn't move. Steve rushed to kneel by your side with Shuri following. He held your face in both his hands and tried to will you to wake up. He still couldn't feel your heartbeat.

"Sera, please wake up," he pleaded with you. "Please wake up, doll. Come on."

Just as Steve was about to give in to his grief of yet another loss for him, a small inconsistent thump caught his sensitive hearing. He stilled as he tried to listen for it. He looked at you in disbelief when the slight thumping gradually became stronger until it stabilized to a healthy beat.

Your eyes fluttered open and the first thing you saw was Steve's worried blue eyes. You smiled at the sight. You faintly heard Shuri choke back a cry of relief as she plopped herself on the ground. The adrenaline of saving you from death quickly receding and the exhaustion replacing it.

Steve gently stroked your hair away from your face. He was partly afraid that he might break you or that he was just imagining that you were back.

"How are you feeling?" he asked quietly as he helped you sit up.

You stroked your hands, noticing that there was a certain electricity on your skin as if there was power underneath just fighting to be unleashed. You felt vastly different from when you had lost all your grace, but this was also a different feeling from when you did have your power. One thing was for sure, you were ready to face Michael.

"I feel like me again," you informed him happily.

Steve saw your eyes flash a hypnotizing mixture of gold and white silver. Despite the limited knowledge he had, he knew that was not normal for nephilim. There was something different about the grace in that tree.

He would deal with that later. For now, he couldn't find it in himself to care too much as he crushed you to his chest and kissed the top of your head. For now, he was just relieved you were alive.

Miles away back at the Bunker, green eyes flew open and her spine snapped straight up to sit as she took several loud heaving breaths. The familiar red lips and redder hair of Rowena greeted her.

"Welcome back, Natalia my dear."

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[astro-rain]

delicate; b.barnes

chapter two - “bucky”

delicate masterlist

word count: 1.4k

summary: after arriving in wakanda, (Y/N) figures out who and what she’s there for (with the help of our fav young genius)

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: not my photo

"Christ, you're astonishingly intelligent. How could you possibly need my help?" (Y/N) asked. "I'm kind of a joke compared to your big brain."

As the young Wakandan princess showed (Y/N) around her extremely impressive laboratory, she thought back to her conversation with Sharon.

***

"I'm needed? In Wakanda?" she said, dumbfounded. "What am I gonna do? Help them hunt for food?"

"Well, that's the thing," Sharon began. "Wakanda isn't what you think it is. The third world country we all thought we knew is just a facade to protect the true nature of Wakanda."

(Y/N) stared, not following. Sharon continued.

"It's actually a highly advanced, technologically progressive metropolis. They have some of the smartest people and most exceptional innovations in the world. It was all a cover up."

She nodded, finally understanding, "Well, I can't say that I blame them for hiding from the world. I can only imagine what would happen, especially from the hands of America."

Sharon chuckled. "Steve settled things with T'Challa, the former prince, and the royal family are allowing him and Barnes to take refuge there until further notice. Evidently, they have the tech and the minds to undo whatever damage Hydra did to Barnes."

***

"Well, I could do this by myself, but my focus is predominantly on electromagnetism, quantum mechanics, and high-energy particle physics," the young princess explained, gesturing to various pieces of state-of-the-art tech around her lab. "I'm not really an expert in social sciences just yet; that would be you. I was told you were exceptional. Oh, and Captain Rogers needed someone he could trust on short notice. So, here you are, on account of a Sharon Carter, right?"

"Absolutely correct... your highness?" (Y/N) replied, though it was more of a question than anything else.

The princess laughed a genuine laugh, "Oh, no need for formalities! We're colleagues now and we're going to be working collaboratively. Please, call me Shuri."

"Got it," she nodded, smiling and slightly embarrassed. "...so, not to sound like more of an idiot than I probably already seem, but what exactly is this project we're working on? No one really thought it would be a good idea to tell me before I took the plane ride to another continent- which is lovely by the way."

"Well," Shuri started, gesturing her to follow along as they walked through the rest of the lab, "you know that man who allegedly bombed the UN conference in Vienna, consequently killing my father and forcing my brother to assume his place as king?"

(Y/N) gulped. "Yes."

"Yeah, he's here. He's the project. But don't worry! He didn't actually set off the bomb; he was framed."

Oh. Okay. What was she supposed to say to that? (Y/N) couldn't figure out an answer so she continued to nod and try not to look too idiotic.

"As you already know, he has suffered greatly. He's not in control of his own mind. Our job is to dismantle whatever programming Hydra drilled into his poor brain through years of abuse and torture."

(Y/N) remembered the horrible things she read in his file. The trauma, the cruelty, the destruction of humanity. Suddenly, she was no longer at a loss of words... or thoughts. She was going to help an innocent man. Well, the truly innocent man who was locked inside Hydra's homemade killer.

What was done to him was a monstrosity; it was, up to date, the worst thing she had ever seen done to a human being. And, if she can do anything to help take away or relieve some of that pain, she was happy to play her part. A good way to do that was probably to zone back in to what Shuri was saying.

"...and there's two main components to this. Number one is his physical pain. Meaning the biochemicals and neurons in his brain in addition to his arm and the nerve endings and anything else of his that they broke: the stuff I will take care of. Number two is his mental pain. Meaning his psyche, trauma, behavior, emotions, and all that other fun psychology stuff that you will take care of."

"So, I'm basically operating as a therapist?"

"Basically. Among other things."

(Y/N) stared at the floor in front of her, letting it all sink in. She was going to therapize the Winter Soldier. Whatever that was going to entail was a mystery to her. He was nothing she'd ever heard of. Of course she was extraordinary at her job, but this was new territory for her.

Unaware of what else to say, (Y/N) blurted out, "So... you said he's here..."

"Yes. Follow me, you can come meet him."

Maybe that wasn't the best thing to blurt. He is innocent, but that doesn't stop him from scaring her a bit... even though she's never actually met him in the person.

She followed behind as Shuri led her out of the lab and through a multitude of different rooms and hallways. She was nervous, indeed. She was in a place she'd never been with people she'd never met about to see a person with a caliber she'd of never imagined.

(Y/N) wondered what he'd be like. Would she be meeting who he was before Hydra sunk their claws into him? Or would she be meeting some hybrid of the man he used to be and the pain he's been forced to endure? She wasn't sure what to expect. But she didn't have time to imagine another scenario when Shuri opened a door and they were greeted by a freezing cold breeze.

"Don't mind the cold. It's supposed to be like that," Shuri said as she held the door open and walked inside.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around her midsection before her mouth dropped. In the middle of the room stood a giant glass chamber holding no other than James Barnes inside. It looked so strange to her, surreal even. He was frozen? Suspended animation. She didn't think humans were supposed to look like that. He almost looked dead. The slightest shiver ran down her spine.

"He's in a state of cryogenic sleep," Shuri explained. "Completely alive, but the chamber reduces his metabolism to its lowest possible level, allowing his body to be preserved for long periods of time."

"That's... slightly horrifying. I've heard of cryogenics, but I've never seen it first hand. How does it even work?" (Y/N) inquired as she ran her hand lightly across the glass.

It's so cold. She couldn't imagine being in there.

"In cryogenic sleep, an antifreeze agent is added, replacing the water in his cells. Then, the tissue is cooled to -220 degrees Fahrenheit, but instead of crystallizing into ice, the chemicals clump together and become solid. They're actually molecularly similar to glass. This new glass form prevents the cells from bursting and, theoretically, this could hold him in stasis forever."*

"Wow," she mused, still awestruck, staring at the chamber.

"Something wrong?"

"No, I'm good," (Y/N) chuckled, "it's just that advanced science is just shocking sometimes. And when you said I was going to meet him, I didn't think you meant like this."

Shuri smiled. "Oh, I didn't."

And with that, all it took was the push of a button and the chamber came out of dormancy. It was whirring and hissing, and (Y/N) could feel the temperature slowly start to rise. She glanced up and witnessed what looked like a miracle as color began to bloom onto his previously blanched features. He too was coming out of dormancy; he was coming alive.

(Y/N) almost startled when his eyes opened, but remained completely still when the chamber door opened. James blinked a couple times, taking in his surroundings. He looked anxious; she could understand why. She tried not to meet his eyes.

I'll let Shuri take the lead on this one, she thought.

As if on queue, Shuri gave him a polite smile and started to undo his restraints.

"Hello Sergeant Barnes. Welcome back! My name is Shuri, T'Challa's younger and much smarter sister. This," she gestured to (Y/N), "is Dr. (Y/L/N). Together, we'll be conducting your treatment plan."

He stepped out of the chamber, shaking Shuri's hand. He had almost a foot over her but towered over both of them regardless. Then, he turned to (Y/N). She wasn't sure what to think.

"It's nice to meet you, Sergeant Barnes," she said with a curt smile, as she shook his hand. Cold. She pretended not to notice.

He looked down at her and for a moment she thought he looked docile. Benevolent and soft.

His eyes are very blue.

"Please," he said, a kindhearted gentleness coating his voice, "call me Bucky."

- - -

* = info on cryogenics from inverse.com

[sleeplessincairo]

[ ‘you’re no gordon ramsey’ ] - a marvel preference

pairings: the avengers x reader

summary: their reaction to your bad cooking

warnings: nah

a/n: gonna spam a bit

 REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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steve rogers: He breaks it to you softly, extremely cautious when choosing his words and assures you that you have other talents along with giving you one of those heart-melting looks where his eyes grow softer and kinder with every word he says. Steve even offers to teach you how to cook himself, since he’s, unsurprisingly, a great cook. It’s mostly because he spent a lot of his childhood at home--due to his ever-growing list of illnesses--with Sarah Rogers, instead of outdoors playing with the kids his age. It’s no wonder Bucky spent more time at Steve’s house rather than his own; Sarah Rogers cooking skills were beyond this world and you’re eternally grateful she managed to pass it on to Steve.

loki laufeyson: He uses his illusion manipulation ability to make it seem that his plate is empty to trick you into thinking he's already finished his meal--which usually leads you to giving him more servings because of how fast he seems to finish his meal, much to Loki’s dismay,

bruce banner: He pretends it's delicious and eats it anyway, swallowing each agonizing lump to spare your feelings and genuinely appreciates your hard work and effort. He's an absolute sweetheart. Almost as sweet as your famous--more like famously unappetizing--apple pie.

clint barton: He feeds it to the plant. To the poor, innocent plant who never saw it coming. However, you did get suspicious when the plants in your apartment kept dying for an unknown reason, but Clint abolished any residual speculation by replacing all dying plants with new ones.

t'challa udaku: He tells the cook to add extra ingredients to whatever you are cooking--to make it, at least, eatable--when you're not looking to spare you any disappointment you might encounter when you taste it, and save his taste-buds from suffering more than necessary.

tony stark: "Honey, I love you very, very much, but honestly...this tastes like absolute crap. The really-bad-tasting kinda crap."--he does offer to sign you up for some cooking classes, though.

bucky barnes: He eats it and doesn't mind the taste at all, he actually thinks it's delicious. He hasn't had a home-cooked meal or even a meal--he was usually fed scraps when he was held by HYDRA--since he was enlisted in the army, so getting the chance to feel somewhat normal and eating the dinner that his best girl made specially for him. Well, he damn-well appreciates it. More than you know.

sam wilson: Sam always brings dinner home with him to avoid an awkward and uncomfortable situation of you looking at him with hopeful eyes and pushing the plate closer to him. The excuses never seem to end; sometimes he brings home some take-out or some casserole given to him during one of his VA meetings and pretends he forgot you were cooking tonight, other times its ‘I already ate with the team’--yet you always catch him sneaking some food out of the fridge after he thinks you’ve fallen asleep.

natasha romanoff: You’d think Natasha Romanoff--one of the world’s most formiddable and ruthless spies, the best student in the Red Room--would be able to directly tell you that your cooking’s bad, but no. Natasha would much rather sabotage every meal you try to cook, from increasing the oven temperature so it’s burned to actual ash to mysteriously making it disappear and blaming it on her fellow teammates--Because of her cowardice, you once ended up chasing Clint with a frying pan while she enjoyed the pizza she got to order. 

thor odinson: Thor honestly eats anything. He doesn't exactly care about the appearance or taste of the food; all he cares about is the size portion. He always demands for another serving--you always have to scold him because you’re not some damn housewife for him to boss around and ‘demand’ shit.

[mysterioh]

The Ignorant Beauty and The Beast of New York - Ch. 13

PAIRING: MOB!STEVE ROGERS X READER

SYNOPSIS: Y/N is an exhausted bio major. Steve is danger with a capital DANGER. She thinks he’s a sarcastic prick with an impressive knowledge of art history. He thinks she’s cute even if she’s only running on one brain cell. All he wants is a single date, but she’s adamant upon denying.

A/N: This one’s for the girls who feel underappreciated. Love you all! 💗 

W/C: ~5k (kinda long this time)

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Insert Very Cute Very Soft Title

“He’s so fluffy!” you fawned, squatting down to the dog's level, hands pressed against your cheeks as you looked at the fluffy cotton ball in complete awe.

Lucky sat on his bottom, smiling and panting with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, unaware of the effect he was having on you. He sat relaxed but ready to pounce on Steve if he let him. You squealed, shaking your head back and forth, and the mob men find it amusing.

"Don’t be rude Lucky, shake hands," Steve chuckled behind you.

“Hello, Lucky,” you placed your hand in front of him and he placed his paw on top. “So cute!” you screamed in awe.  Steve pays close attention to the way your fingers sift through his luscious white fur. "Oh my god, you’re so soft!"  

“She really likes Lucky," Bucky chuckled.

“I never knew she could be that nice," Steve shakes his head. His confusion and shock slowly morph into envy by the way you're playing with Lucky. "I can’t believe I’m jealous of a dog.”

“Hey, at least you know she isn’t a gold digger," Sam said. You're too busy with the dog that you don't pay them any mind. "She completely ignored this giant mansion filled with priceless treasures."

"Would you shut up?" Steve asked annoyed. "She's literally right there."

"She's gone, bro," Bucky crossed his arms. "She's not coming back anytime soon."

"You guys are finally here," Nat said, strutting towards them from the hallway. "I was wondering where you were."

You stand up as the redhead walks towards you. "And you brought a friend," she smirks at Steve. He looks away with an irritated blush creeping on his cheeks.

"Hi, I think we met at the restaurant," you extended your hand for a shake. "My name is–"

"Y/N," Nat shakes your hand. "I know. Stevie's told me a lot about you."

Your face flushed warm and you turned towards him with a wicked grin.

"Is that true, Stevie?"

Steve gulps when you tease him, it's like a sweet blaze burning through his veins. Steve's lips form into a pout before clicking his tongue.

"Alright, it ain't that funny," he said pointedly at the three snickering mischievously. "Sam, Bucky, Nat, in my office now," he ordered firmly, but it didn't phase them. "Peter stay here with Y/N."

"Aye, aye, Captain." He saluted.

He walks up to you and scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "I gotta have a quick meeting. If that's okay with you?"

"No problem with me," you shake your head.

Steve smiles brightly. "Thanks, it won't be too long. Make yourself at home," he turned on his heel. "If you need anything just ask Peter."

You chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll be fine, Stevie," you teased.

Steve shakes his head with a blush staining his cheeks. "Stop," he said in an attempt to sound serious but trails off into a flustered chuckle.

You turn to look at Peter. “So what do we do now?”

“I don’t know,” Peter shrugs, “how about we sneak around and do something illegal?”

“In the kingpin’s house?” you smirked. “I love that idea.”

“Great,” he beams, “Let’s—” Peter’s ringtone goes off and digs his hand into his pocket for his phone. He pulls it out and sighs. “It’s my girlfriend.”

“Why must your girlfriend so conveniently call when we are on the brink of a major discovery?”

“I don’t know,” Peter chuckled, “I shall answer and find out,” he takes a skip towards the living room for some privacy, leaving you alone with Lucky.

You crouch down to his level. “Well, Lucky, I suppose our mystery gang is down to two,” you said, cupping his cheeks. “What do we do now? Got any embarrassing pictures of your old man we can go through?”

Lucky barks and rushes off somewhere. He returns not a minute later with a ball in his mouth. He places the ball on the floor in front of you and pants heavily.

“Ball?” you asked, “Are you even allowed to play ball in the house?” You shrugged, taking the ball into your hand. “Well, Steve did say to make ourselves at home. So that means— catch !”

Lucky scrambles after the ball, slipping along the shiny marble floor of the foyer and into the hallway. You wait patiently for him to return, observing the interior of the mansion’s foyer. The house was styled in an old French Country Style with worn and ornamental wooden furnishings and soft tones of warm colors. In the middle of the foyer was the staircase lined with shining mahogany banisters that narrow at the top and grow wide downwards. The walls are decorated with various paintings. All matching perfectly with the decor.

You snorted while placing your hands on your hips. Of course, he’d have paintings in his house. It’s not like he couldn’t afford it.  

You realize that a couple of minutes have passed and Lucky still hadn’t returned with the ball. You walk down the hallway calling Lucky’s name quietly. The low tone of conversation comes from one of the rooms and you tiptoed towards the door, cracked open just enough for a beam of light to peer through.

Crouching against the wall, you crane your neck towards the door to listen to the conversation inside. You were never one to eavesdrop but you had a lot of questions about Steve. A lot of questions he probably wouldn't want to answer.

You squeak at the feel of something soft brush against your leg and turn to find Lucky sitting next to you, ball in mouth. He drops the ball drenched in his slobber into your hand. Slightly disgusted you smiled at him. “Where have you been?” you whispered before turning back inside.

"Those men were either Rumlow or Chicago, we're not exactly sure."

"We'll find out."

"Chill out, Stevie, the girl's fine."

"It's not something to chill out about, Bucky," Steve countered, "She could've gotten hurt."

There's a genuine sound of worry and care in his words and even without taking a peek inside, you imagine what he looks like. Eyebrows knitted loosely in frustration, lips curved downward slightly in anger, jaw ticking, muscles bulging underneath white sleeves pushed up past his elbows, and hands placed flat on his desk as he's hunched over with the most despicable expression on his face. And it's all because of you. For you. You didn't know if it was right or wrong.

Bucky snorted along to the creaking of the chair he was sitting on being balanced on its hind legs. "Not when her prince in shining armor's there to save h–ow! Okay! I'm sorry!" He hollered.

"This isn't a time for jokes, Buck," Nat stated, seriously.

"The clown can't help himself," Sam snickered.

"Screw you, Wilson," Bucky jabbed. Sam was ready to retort but Nat interjected.

"What if it's neither?" Nat proposed. "What if they're all working together?"

"What do you mean?" Bucky asked, clueless. Nat sighed.

"Think about it. The Gambinos work with Lucchese. They're pals. Rumlow’s working with Lucchese and he shows up with this proposition right after Steve decided to nuke the Gambino brothers."

_Wait, nuke who? Nuke as in bomb? He's killing people? _

_All of a sudden, Quentin's highly irritating, fatherly voice twinkles in the back of your head. _

"You mean they're all in this together?" Sam questioned.

"What else am I trying to say?" Nat snapped.

"Woah Sis, better check that attitude," Bucky replied.

"You wanna say that again, Buckethead?" She asked, dangerously low.

Bucky gulps while shaking his head.

"Thought so."

"If they're all working together, who's the head?" Sam said, rubbing his hand across his chin.

"It could be a compromise?" Nat stated. "Working together to take over?"

"No, they ain't that buddy-buddy," Steve counters with a grumble. "There's gotta be one at the top that brought them together."

The room goes silent for a few minutes and you can hear your heartbeat bouncing back and forth between your chest and the wall. Lucky opens his mouth to bark and you quickly cover it with your hands.

"Sshh," you whispered with a finger in front of your lips.

"Hydra," Steve stated and your attention returns to inside.

"What?" Bucky asked incredulously, "there's no way."

"No wait a second," Sam stopped him. "The Gambinos were working with Hydra behind our back. Who's to say Lucchese isn't?"

"Sam's got a point," Nat agreed. "Hydra could be the head. They're covering themselves up with the big guys and those dumbasses are falling for it."

Bucky nodded. "Makes sense. The underdog's taking a chance to make it to the top."

"Well they're messing with the wrong mob," Sam snarled. "We'll show 'em just what we're made of."

"But, we can't afford a war," Bucky reminded, "Not when elections are coming up."

War? What does he mean by that? Does he mean like a GANG WAR? OH GOD, WHAT AM I DOING HERE?

"Bucky's right,” Steve agrees.

"For once," Nat quickly replied, earning a grumble from Bucky.

"Here's what we do," Steve started. You notice just how different he sounds. Stately and somewhat dictating, very serious with speckles of something dark. Something that makes shivers crawl down your spine. He doesn't sound like the Steve you knew.

“We wade this out," he continues, “Let it pass until the elections are over and then we hit ‘em."

"You think T'challa's gonna like that?" Nat asked.

"He will if he wants to keep his ass on that chair," Sam retorts.

"We don't make any moves until the elections pass and he wins," Steve re-stated. "Tell everyone working under you to lay low. No fights. No bullshit," he ordered. "We make 'em feel like it was nothing. Ya hear?"

"Got it," Bucky nodded.

You hear them shuffling inside, chairs being pushed, and steps coming towards the door and take it as your cue to disappear. Quickly picking up Lucky, who's heavier than he looks, you quietly run down the hall just as Bucky opens the door.

"And the girl?" Nat asked while Sam helped her put her coat on.

"What about her?" Steve asked, clearing the papers from his desk.

"If you're gonna keep her around, which you probably are, you have to tell her what she's getting into."

Steve sighs and drops his papers back onto the desk.  

"Nat's right, buddy, she needs to know before it gets worse," Bucky agreed.

"I'll talk to her," Steve responded.

"Tonight?" Nat asked her tone stating that he better say yes.

"Tonight."

A haze of smoke dances underneath dim lights, above and around the round table of Sir Alexander's notorious mobsters.

The thick smell of alcohol and cigars mingled with the aroma of day-old pizza inside of Gino's Pizzeria. A few sat around the table playing cards, laughing raucously at another lewd joke. Others lined the bar with the wall illuminated by speckled bar lights shining through bottles of different hues.

It was always a den of debauchery, alcoholism, and the great unwashed of the town. No one came there with anything wholesome in mind.  

Strucker walks past the men, each of them giving their stalwart a greeting nod or word, and into the back. He opens the door, gaining the attention of the men sitting around the table. They look at him with questioning eyes and he gulps silently. His eyes meet the cold ones of the man at the head of the table, sending a shiver down the grown man's spine. Alexander Pierce, the leader of Hydra.

"He got away," Strucker informed.

"How'd you let that happen?" Pierce asked, tapping his finger against the wooden table.

"It was dark," he said blankly.

"Are you fucking serious?" Rumlow asked incredulously. "He's not serious is he?" He points at Strucker while looking at Zemo.

Zemo sighed, slightly irritated by Rumlow. He's been all night. "With all due respect sir, I told you it would've been a bad move to do this," Zemo told Pierce. "But it's not like anyone listens to me around here," he looks straight at Rumlow.

"What the hell are you looking at me for?" He pointed at himself with both his hands. "I had an idea and you all liked it. How is this solely my fault?"

"Everything you ever come up with goes to shit," Zemo stated flatly. "Now the kingpin knows we're sneaking around."

"They don't know it's us," Rumlow retorted.

"But they know it's someone and most likely you," Zemo said pointedly.

"The boss gave me the okay," Rumlow replied. Zemo always had a way of getting under his skin. "So your opinion doesn't matter."

"After begging like a dog for it," Zemo bites.

Rumlow quickly stands, shaking the table along with him. "You wanna say that again?" He threatens with a grisly voice.

"Rumlow, sit down," Pierce stated calmly, unphased by his outrage, but slightly irritated by the three of them. "Zemo, shut up."

The two follow their stalwart's orders giving each other death stares making the older man sighed deeply like a tired mother.

"The Brooklyn Mob is the biggest force in the city. They've got the biggest territory. The best guys. And all the politicians that can do something," Zemo lists. "They got the mayor. Half the police force on their payroll. The best damn lawyer in the city."

"Nick Fury's getting old. He can't do that forever," Strucker said, lighting a cigarette.

"For old Rogers? I highly doubt it." Rumlow guffaws. "You know how much he gets paid for keeping his ass outta jail?"

"But there's always a weak spot," Pierce pointed out, cigar hanging out the side of his mouth. "No great empire lasts forever. They all have a weakness.” he sits back in his chair, hooking his leg over the other. “All we need to do is find one.”

“How are you going to do that?” Rumlow asked, completely confused. “No Brooklyn mobster is dumb enough to go against the kingpin, not like they want to anyway. They’re the cockiest little shits I’ve ever met.”

Zemo shakes his head. “You’re thinking too outwardly, Rumlow. We need someone on the inside, someone close to ol’ Rogers.”

“You mean like Barnes or Wilson?” Rumlow questioned, incredulously. “Good luck with that Harvard man.” Zemo huffs through his nose with a grimace.

"We need something. Something good,” Pierce told them. “Something that'll make the kingpin fall so far that he'll never get back up."

“I think I have something,” Strucker raises his hand.

“Strucker, be quiet, you don’t even have a brain,” Rumlow shuts him down.

“Honestly listen to me,” he persisted. “There’s some talk going on around the city.”

“Well, are you gonna tell us?” Pierce questioned harshly.

“Apparently, Rogers’ got a girl.”

Rumlow scoffed. “That’s news? Who cares about some chick he’s fucking?”

“No, no this may be something,” Pierce counters and Strucker smiles small. “Rogers is a gentleman. He’s sweet around the ladies.”

“Well, whoop de doo his momma taught him some manners before kicking the bucket. So what?”

“Whoever this girl is,” Strucker started. “She’s important to him. Maybe even more than his damn mob. I mean everyone knows the kingpin doesn’t back out of a fight, but this time he did and wanna know why? Because she was there with him.”

“Who is this girl?” Zemo asked him.

“I don’t know. No one knows,” he shrugs, “Probably a civilian.”

“So what do we do?” Rumlow asks the others. “Go after the girl? Bribe him into it?”

Pierce shakes his head with a frown. “No, I’ll tell you what we’re going to do,” he stood up, looking at his three best.  “Rumlow, you’re gonna stay low.” he pointed at him then at Strucker.

“Strucker, you’re gonna find this girl, get every piece of information you can on her. Every damn thing you hear me?” Strucker nods in haphazard. “But don’t make a move. Not until I say so. This girl may just be what we need,” Pierce smiles devilishly and laughs haughtily.

“And what about me?” Zemo asked with furrowed brows.

“Pack your bags, kid, you’re going on a trip,” he patted him on the shoulder as he walked by.

“What?” he questioned Pierce as he walked away. “Where?”

Pierce stops at the door and turns back with a wicked glint in his eye and the gears in his aged brain concocting a toxic plan.

“Jolly old England!”

“So you live in this huge place all alone?” you asked, sitting on a stool by the kitchen island with Lucky resting on the floor next to you.

The kitchen alone was bigger than your entire apartment complete with granite-topped counters, sparkling clean kitchen items, and that never-ending fridge Bucky was talking about.

"Not really," Steve said, making some coffee. "I've got a penthouse. Smaller. Closer to work. I usually stay there."

"But you're still all alone.”

Steve stops for a second to ruminate on your words. True, he was alone. He didn’t have any family left, except for Lucky. He always tried not to think about it by keeping himself busy, but loneliness had a way of sneaking up on him. He shrugged, pulling out two mugs from the cabinet above him.

"I don't know being alone isn't so bad,” he replied, placing the cups down. “It gives you time to think. About yourself. About what you want in life and what you don't,” You listened while watching him pour some coffee into a mug. “You can use that time to find out something you never knew about yourself."

“I guess,” you replied sheepishly.

He turns with a smile telling you not to feel bad. He places a mug in front of you. "Besides I'm not always alone. I've got my friends."

"Oh yeah,” you chuckled.  “How could I ever forget them? They're kinda hard to miss."

Steve laughs, returning to the counter to get his cup. "Sorry if they're annoying."

"No, they're not annoying,” you shake your head, cupping the mug with both of your hands. "I like them. They seem like a lot of fun."

He snorts. "They can be when they want to."

You take a sip of the hot liquid. A sweet wave of French Vanilla bombards your tastebuds. You notice a yellow sketchbook, sticking out from underneath some junk mail. Without thinking, you pull the book out.

"You draw?"

He turns to see you with his book in your hand. He smiles sheepishly. Why did I leave that there!? "A little,” he replied, turning back to work on his coffee.

"Seems to be more than a little,” you chuckled. "Can I?"

"Hmm, oh yeah sure go ahead,” he said, adding some creamer to his mug. He stops midway when he realizes what book was in your hand. The yellow one. The one no one was supposed to see. Especially the girl who’s picture he drew horribly in it.

He almost drops the creamer as he quickly lunges over the granite top as you turned the page. "W-wait! Not—not that one!" he shouted, as you turned the page to reveal a picture of you. It’s a simple headshot going down to just above your chest.

Steve’s face goes red as half off him lays on top of the table, watching the way you’re looking at the picture he drew. Your eyes move from place to place, taking in every part he drew with attention to detail. Every stroke twisted into a lacy network of pencil lead. The painstaking task of shading to represent the contrast between light and dark. It’s fragile, natural, beautiful in its own way.

It makes you think. How long did he take to make this? How many hours did he erase to get it all right? Every line has been made with care, every stroke with you in mind.

Brushing your fingers along the picture you gasp in awe. "This is me."

"It is," he murmurs. You turn quiet and look at the sketch in wonder. Steve takes your silence as you being weirded out and begins to ramble an excuse.

"I'm really sorry. I just...I don't know what happened to me and I drew this cause I was thinking about you and I know it's really creepy—."

"I like it," you interrupted.

"What?"

"I said I like it. I love it actually," you looked up at him, beaming. "I've never had my portrait done before."

He stands straight and scratches the back of his head still embarrassed. "I'm- um- glad you like it."

"You've really outdone yourself with this. I don't even look this pretty," you remarked.

Steve was taken aback at first then shakes his head with a sad smile.

"I don't–I don't think that at all. I'm still lacking so much. I still can't get that pretty smile of yours right or that sparkle in your eye," lifting up your head, your eyes meet his vibrant, honest ones. "I'll never be able to recreate the things that make you so beautiful.”

Beautiful .

That's something you've never really felt before. Something no one's ever really said before. It's always been the opposite. There are a million flaws you could pick out right there and then, but you take his words as truth.

There's a dry ache in your throat as tears start to bubble at the corners of your eyes. You sniffle as teardrops fall onto the paper.

"What's wrong?" Steve came towards you in a hurry.

You shake your head, wiping away the tears "It's just," you sniffled, rubbing your eye. "No one's ever really said that to me before," you look up with a smile and red eyes. "Sorry, I'm getting your book all wet," you chuckled, avoiding his eyes.

His heart aches at your words, his fingers itching to wrap around you in an embrace. He wants you to feel loved . Feel wanted. He wanted you to know just how beautiful you really were. He wanted you to see yourself the way he saw you.

"That's fine. I don't care," he whispered, gently weaving his hands in yours. "Y/N."

You look up at him and he's left breathless again. To him, you’ve always been an understated beauty. Simple and sweet. Confident and strong. Perhaps that was the reason why your skin glowed. It was your inner beauty that lit your eyes and softened your features.

When you smiled and laughed he couldn’t help but follow along. To be in your company made him feel like he was more than just a mob boss. That he too deserved to be warmed in summer rays regardless of the season.

"You're very beautiful," he repeated and it feels more special the second time.

You chuckle while shaking your head, your hands still in his.

"If you're tryna get in my pants, kingpin, it’s not gonna work," you jabbed playfully.

He rolled his eyes, his lips curling in a playfully peeved grin.

"Can't I say something just for the sake of saying it?"

You smiled sheepishly, slipping off the stool and standing. "I guess you can."

Before he could even say another word, you pull him down to you and kiss him straight on the lips. Not on the cheek. But on the lips and it catches him completely off guard.

It's quick and chaste but it's something Steve's been dreaming of for a long time. Those pretty plump lips against his felt softer than heaven, sweeter than honey. When you part just a split second later, he feels lonely but content with the promise of another meeting.

You giggle sweetly, your breath mingling with his, tickling – teasing his lips to come closer for more.

"I should really get to bed," you said, standing a bit back. "I've got an early class."

"Yeah, of course," he nodded with a beaming smile. "Let me show you to your room."

Pulling you by the hand, he leads you out of the kitchen and towards the staircase. Everything seems so perfect at that moment. The dim light of a chandelier twinkling above, your hand perfectly intertwined in his, and his deep, soothing voice rambling that sounded more like the hazy tune of a sweet melody.

Never in your dreams did you think you'd get to share a moment like this let alone with a man like him. Dangerous for sure, but sweet and humble, generous and caring. All the good things about him seemed to outmatch the one bad thing. So what if he had a bit of notoriety? The world wasn't perfect and neither were you.

Sometimes you find the things you want most in life in the most unexpected of places. You found yours in him. Though small at the moment it could blossom into something more. And for that "what if" you were more than willing to stay.

“I think Lucky wants to sleep with you tonight," Steve chuckles as the puppy pushes his way through the door and your legs.

"I don't mind," you smiled at him making his way to the bed.

You reached on your tiptoes and gave Steve a kiss on the cheek. “Good night.”

Steve smiles sweetly not really wanting to leave. He plants a kiss on your intertwined hand, igniting a blazing fire across the skin of your arm. “Good night," he wishes.

Quentin stood by the science building on campus as he did every day, waiting for you to drag yourself to school like you did every day, but this time he finds something he didn’t expect. His jaw drops at the sight of you driving up in the passenger seat of a sparkling silver Corvette. It’s only until the car stops by him on the side of the curb does he really believe that it’s you.

"Y/N! What are you doing with him?!” he shouted with an accusatory point.  

“Oh, hey Quentin," you got out of the convertible not really paying attention to him. You turn towards Steve. "Thanks for the ride, Steve and for letting me stay.”

“You spent the night with him?!” he hollered, waving his arms around.

“No problem, sweetheart," Steve chuckled sweetly.

“Don’t call her that!” Quentin shouted, standing next to you.

Your eyes are completely fixated on Steve and don't notice Quentin glaring at you. “See ya around sometime?”

“Yeah, I’d love to," the blonde agreed with a smile.

“Stop ignoring me!” Quentin huffed putting his hands on his hips.

“Do you hear that annoying sound or is it just me?” Steve asked, teasingly, earning a giggle in return.

“Y/N, what the hell were you doing with this criminal for an entire night?”

“It’s a long story Quentin I’ll tell you later,” you waved him off.

“I demand to know right now!”

You rolled your eyes with a huff. “I’ll tell you after class," you stated with emphasis.

“Hey,” Steve calls you back. “If anything happens, you call me right away. You hear me?”

“You have his number?” Quentin asked through gritted teeth. He just couldn’t process how you went from hating him two days ago to sleeping over his house.

You smiled with a nod. “Yeah, I’ll tell you don’t worry.” Steve takes your hand and kisses it.

“I’ll see you later then?” he asked again, running his thumb across the ridges of your knuckles and you wanted to melt right there.

“Call me when you’re free,” you told him with a sudden urge to kiss him again. But not right now, Quentin would raise hell if he saw that. As if he wasn’t already.

“What the fuck is happening here?” Quentin questioned. “You stay away from her,” he pointed at the blonde. Steve gave him a snarky smile that said: I do what I want twink ass bitch and it only pisses him off more. “And you stop looking at him like he’s your fucking Romeo.”

“I mean if the job’s open?” Steve shrugged, his Prada sunglasses hanging low on his nose and looking over at you. You chuckled as Quentin pulls you along by the hand.

“It’s not.” he bit back. “So leave before I call the cops.”

You bite your lip, highly tempted to skip class, jump back into his convertible, and have him take you wherever he wants to. Along lone country roads, feeling the wind twirl through your hair as he holds your hand in his, kissing it from time to time as he drives into a tangy orange sunset. You’ll take it one step further, pressing a kiss onto his cheek and along his jaw until you reach those pretty lips.

God, what was happening to you?

"What are you staring at?” Quentin hissed, bringing you back to your senses. He points upward toward the building. “Get your butt up those stairs right now!"

You follow your dad friend up the stairs as he goes off about how out of line you are. You turn around as he pulls you behind him. Your eyes meet Steve’s baby blues, twinkling under the sunlight. You chuckle at him as he waves goodbye.

You press your hands against your lips and send a kiss towards him flamboyantly. He clutches his chest and falls back onto his seat dramatically leaving you a giggly mess. It's a pity that you had to leave so soon.

You shoot one last smile his way before going inside and it's like Cupid's arrow shot him right through the heart.

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[terrablaze514]

Oneshots/HCs PSA... December + January

Feeling a little bummed, but I'll be fine. Here's a few oneshots underway:

These Streets [Teenage!Erik Stevens] - for @uzumaki-rebellion

Maintain the Lie (oneshot) [T'Challa's POV] - for @bribrisback - Lost series

Angel In Disguise (oneshot) = Erik x Reader, M'Baku x Reader (unrelated to CIYS storyline)

The Meet and Greet (oneshot) = M'Baku x Muse - for @muse-of-mbaku - CIYS!verse

Keys To Home (oneshot) - Lost series

Team Up! (Shuri + Spider-Man) - WBTC!verse

Mystery Shopper? ((Erik-centric)) - for @wakanda-inspired - WBTC!verse

Fight, Flight or Freeze? (Implied T'Challa x Nakia & past Erik x Linda) - WBTC!verse

Handcuffs 'n' Chaos! (Duo VS the others) - for @bluesquishylemon

Sweet Little Kitten (3x4)

You Got Me Open (1x2+5, 3x4+5, 1x2x3x4x5)

Let Down Your Hair (2x5) - for @noirangetrois & @chronicwhimsy

Heart To Soul (3x4)

I Do (1x2x3x4x5, Dorothy x Relena)

Bent (1x3) - for @seitou

This Meeting Is In Progress (Ladies of GW)

How the group met - FF!verse

An Unhealthy Father-Son Relationship (Heero and Odin, Quatre and Zayeed) - FF!verse

Multiple Intelligences - FF!verse

Duo's Pet Rat - for @gundayum & @lemontrash - FF!verse

Chibi Pilots, Go To Sleep! - for @lessy86

Fear Is Not a Factor (oneshot) - FF!verse

Duo’s Musical Inspirations - SM!verse

Secret Magic, Trowa Barton*

Domon versus Treize: Management Styles - SM!verse

Quatre’s Musical Inspirations - SM!verse

Grooming tactics, Sexual assault and Substance abuse: The DMV Side of Secret Magic

Wufei’s Musical Inspirations - SM!verse

Secret Magic, Quatre Raberba Winner

Growing Up Lady Une - Broken Home - SM!verse

Producer Zechs, big brother figure - SM!verse

Secret Magic, Wufei Chang

Heero’s Musical Inspirations - SM!verse

Free Kitten (3×4) - for @blacknekojess @softnocturne @gundayo & @janaverse

Trowa’s Musical Inspirations - SM!verse

Sinking Ship (5x4) - SM!verse

Gone (2+4)

Boys Night Out (2x1, 3+1, 5+4) - SM!verse

Thirsty For Change (4+1) - SM!verse

Museum Trip (6×9, 1x2x5, 3xH, 4xR)

Touched By An Angel (1x2, 3x4, 5+S) - SM!verse

Beauty Is Her Name (Everett x OC, T'Challa x Nakia, M'Baku x OC, OC x Okoye) - WBTC!verse - for @uzumaki-rebellion & @maddiestundentwritergaines

Trapped In Frigidaire

Iron Sharpens Iron? (oneshot) - WBTC!verse

Love Letters - CIYS!verse

Good Night (BJH!Headcanon)

Waking Up In September* - Lost series

Betrayal - Lost series

Familial Murmurs - Lost series

“I will always find you!” - Lost series

Erik Stevens as a High-school Teacher (parts 2 & 3)

Growing Up T’Challa (HC)*

Growing Up M’Baku (HC)

Growing Up Okoye (HC)

Growing Up Shuri (HC)

Growing Up W’Kabi (HC)

Growing Up Ayo (HC)

Ladies Night Out (Ladies of BP, including Storm) (oneshot)

Warriors? Impossible! - for @softnocturne (The Avengers/Gundam Wing X-over)

Gundam Wingo prompts

Did you count? I hope you did, 'cause that's a whole lot! Now you know how many WIPs have been hiding.

All titles are written/produced by me. I make no profit, nor know any entities presented in the fanworks above. These are my ideas done for fun. All characters and worlds belong to their respective creators. Stealing/plagiarism is strictly prohibited. ~ AngelT

Princess Shuri & Foreign Minister Relena approve this post.

[lokis-lady-death]

Stark Tower Layout

Lady Death: This is a little snippet I did which originally began as a reference for some future snippets I’ve been working on for a Loki x Reader (Ice Mutant).

If you’re interested in a story this is based on: Click Here and read the first installment.

It’s been months since Thanos’s defeat and Tony Stark has built a second Stark Tower for the Avengers in Brazil, deep in the forest. It’s built similarly to the tower in New York, but has less of a skyscraper feel. The outside is coated in a reflective material manufactured similarly to the camouflage used to hide the kingdom of Wakanda and was specially developed with Shuri’s help. This feature, however, is only to keep it from being seen from above by satellites as the facility itself is not in a secret location.

1st Floor:  The Entrance

As anyone could expect, the entrance to Stark Tower is incredible and, simply put, extraordinary. Entering the main floor, the first thing visitors see is an arc reactor the size of a car along with words illuminating across the top in bright fluorescent “Avengers Assemble”. Tony said it was cheesy but it puts a smile on Steve's face every time he sees it. Elegant glass staircases on either side of the arc reactor lead up to the second story. It is all completely open and bright with massive windows that let in the brilliant sun rays, even showing a beautiful sky when it was taking thanks to specially manufactured glass invented by Shuri.

2nd Floor: Tourist Center

Stark had specifically chosen to create a tourist center in the lowest levels of his complex for the simple reason that he knew the Avengers needed to maintain face (and Pepper insisted it was a good idea to keep up appearances without holding press conferences on the regular basis). They were icons, symbols, and most of all heros. All profits made go towards hundreds of different charities around the world, usually those pertaining to Avenger related missions. Once of the most popular destinations at Stark Tower for visitors is the world renowned gift shop that houses random images taken of the Avengers with unrelated daily quotes they have made. The most notable include: Black Widow “I can’t, I’m afraid of spiders”, Captain America “You can’t do the fondue unless you have protection”, Spiderman “Oh, geeze guys, I don’t know”, Ironman “ Excelsior “ 

3rd Floor: Accounting Department

Because a building this large, this full, and this advanced requires money. It is nearly entirely made up of Tony's own pocket change, but sometimes a grateful nation or wealthy family the Avengers saved will make a donation to housing (but that secretly gets donated back to the community around the Stark facility, such as orphanages and hospitals).

4th Floor: Loading Dock and Med Bay

This is the floor where most of the Avengers tech is kept (beside things that are personal such as Sam's wings). It also houses a well stocked armory that contains anything as weak as bean bag shotgun shells (used for low level crooks) to much more lethal high caliber assault rifles (for more complicated cases). Any weapon repair would happen here, as well as any medical treatment that the Avengers could need. It can be used in emergency cases for the rest of the workers at the tower but so far that has not been necessary.

5th Floor: Training Rooms

This floor contains a fully loaded gym, a jacuzzi tub, steam room, and stall showers that are accessible to everyone at the tower. There were however, rooms separated for special training that was only used by the Avengers that included a holographic simulator that, while not as physical as the microbots, could use a projection on an android dummy, perfect for one on one training when you don't have a partner. As a joke, Tony had programmed the only reflection the dummy was capable of to be Secretary of state Thaddeus Ross. As an extra joke, someone (no one knows who but suspects Bruce) reprogrammed the boys to instead show Tony, repeating sarcastic comments and rolling his eyes. Steve said he had never had such a great workout partner.

6th Floor: The Simulator

The simulator, which takes up the entire sixth floor, requires special access passes not every Avenger has. This floor is most notably used for team training and uses microbots to create simulations of different villains and scenarios. Only Bruce or Tony themselves are capable to turning on the simulator because of its complexities. This rule came after a near disastrous event with Sam nearly creating a lethal replica of Thanos in with the Simulated Microbots, an event Steve brings up regularly. “You’re just mad cause the giant eggplant kicked your ass. Again,” Sam would snapback.

7th Floor: Avenger Academy(because Tony couldn’t think of a better thing to call it)

The classrooms are more technical than academic, but make for a good show for when Aunt May allows Peter to come stay at the tower. It has several computers set up for any of the Avengers team or Stark Tower’s employee to use. There is also a small library tucked away, because while Tony insisted everything be electronic, Pepper thought some of the tower inhabitants could use the nostalgia of a good hardback book.

8th Floor: Individual apartments (Dubbed the Geriatric Floor) Bucky, Steve

Because, let's face it, they're lost without each other so of course they're on the same floor. They insisted on having the lowest level apartments in the complex so “If someone attacks” they would be the first defense. Their apartments are very similar in style, with simple amenities, painted in patriotic colors, and decorated with several old pictures and framed special news articles the old school men enjoyed. Even the electronics in their apartments are simplified, with Friday always there to help the boys with any questions they had for new age tech.

9th Floor: Individual apartments (Dubbed the Experiments-gone-wrong Floor) Wanda and Vision, Bruce

Wanda and Vision were apprehensive about moving into the tower at first, but once they officially had their apartment set up, they couldn't imagine calling anywhere else “Home”. Vision especially  enjoys Bruce being across the hall whenever he is in the mood for discussions, usually ending with some bizarre, other world innovative ideas that they would run by Tony when he comes by the tower. Wanda has come up to join young and Nat in your late night lounging.

10th Floor: Individual apartments(Dubbed the Deadly Women Floor) Reader, Natasha

You weren't sure what living on the same floor with Black Widow would be like, but it turned out the two of you made fast friends. It was nothing for you to go over to her apartment in the late hours of the night to enjoy some wine and girl talk, or for her to come by so you could both binge watch murder mystery shows, almost always challenging each other to guess the murderer by the end of the shows. The two of you go on a girls’ nights out with Wanda and Pepper every other weekend, usually spending your time comparing the men you had to put up with on a regular basis. Everyone agrees Pepper is a saint for dealing with Tony. On rare occasions, Gamora and Shuri join you, but those stories never get shared with the rest of the team. There is a rumor, while out enjoying one of these legendary evenings, your small group overthrew an evil dictator and liberated a country in the throws of civil war, but that never made the news so no one could confirm it. Viva la revolution.

11th Floor: Guest rooms: It is strategically located in the middle of the avengers team so they are secured at all times.

Most often used for Clint and his family during family friendly events such as Christmas and Thanksgiving. Everyone, including Scott and his daughter,come every New Year to watch Stark light up the sky with his endless supply of iron suits. Dr. Strange has also stayed, but only after a party since he is usually plastered and goes around asking guests if they would like to watch him conjure a demon. So far the answer has been no but Clint's kids have asked him to pull a rabbit out of his hat. He normally goes to bed after the jokes are made. The Guardians have stayed once after a party, but no one is allowed to talk about that night. Ever. T'challa and Shuri come to every single party and even the tower has, but it always ends the same way: the brother and sister in a head to head match on one of the many competitive games in Sam's apartment. And every single time, Shuri wins at the last second. Peter Parker comes during family events with his Aunt May, but has been known to sneak into the tower during the more adult parties. He has even started a tradition of “Movie Night” where they set up a projector screen on the balcony and play movies (usually big name classics that Peter annoyingly quotes halfway through, but every once in a while they play The Notebook because Clint cries every. Single. Time).

12th Floor: Individual apartments (Dubbed the Bachelor Pad) Sam, Thor, Loki (newly moved in)

Sam and Thor always got along well and once they found something they enjoyed in common, they became quite the unexpected besties. Turned out they both enjoyed video games. Sam keeps an assortment of gaming consoles that he regularly plays through with the god of thunder between missions (and anyone else that dares challenge their gaming skills). Sam was, however, less than thrilled when Loki took the apartment across the hall from him. He has a hard time getting along with the god of mischief and they would constantly bicker, a fact that was not made better when Loki consecutively defeated him and Thor at Super Smash Brothers. Loki tends to either stay locked away in his room, but every once in a while he will sneak away to the library.

13th Floor: Tony Stark’s Closet (named by Pepper)

It’s really more of a workshop for Tony's suits but Pepper considers it Tony's closet (and was quite adamant that they were not to be kept on their living foor). It also houses the main lab. Tony only allows full access to Bruce, Vision and Shuri because he thinks any other Avenger may “mess up the intricacies of the numerous sensitive technological advances” he has made in that lab. Steve doesn't take the secrecy personally, just makes comments that they better not be working on an Ultron 2.0 (he is extremely proud of this 21st century tech joke).

14th Floor: Tony and Pepper’s Penthouse

This is where the Avenger’s have their major get together. It opens up to a wrap around balcony and is the only access to the rooftop Helipad, which is mostly for Tony and Pepper's personal use when getting to and from Stark Industries in New York. Though they don't live at the tower full time, Pepper come at least once a week to check on things. Tony comes so often it's easy to forget he doesn't live there. He has been known to come in the early morning hours to work on new suits, but Pepper doesn't know that.

Floors located under the compound:

Garage: where every type of vehicle you could imagine is stored, nearly all of them donning the Avengers logo. There are anything from motorcycles (including a special edition Harley-Davidson RL 45 Steve picked got for Bucky), ATVs, cars, trucks, and one massive speed jet used to transport the whole team. The garage is only accessibly to the Avengers team and has a massive ramp that opens up 100 meters away from the normal front entrance of the tower. 

Basement: Located an extra 50 meters below the garage, no one ventures this low in the tower. It is used to mostly house old tech Tony has developed, unused suits/weapons the team has no use for that is too dangerous to dispose of, and even some left over alien artifacts collected over the last decade.

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Hulking Buffoon

M’Baku x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1392 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is the adviser to the Queen Mother, and she takes care of them after T’Challa loses the throne. M’Baku needs something from her to offer them sanctuary. 

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You had been the Queen Mother's chief adviser for as long as you could remember. Your mother had held the position before you and her mother before that so even though you were young, you were qualified enough to hold such a high honor in the community. It hadn't really been more than spending time with her and helping her manage things around until recently with the rise of the new King, Killmonger and the death of T'Challa. You had been rushed off along with Nakia and Shuri to the Jabari mountains in seek of shelter and aid from the tribesmen.

"Queen Mother, you must be careful...you'll catch your death in this cold" you warned, tightening your own shawl around your shoulders. It was obvious that you weren't a fan of the weather, something that you wouldn't soon be escaping  anytime soon. "Hush, I'll be fine" she urges, hiding her unhappiness under a teasing grin, she was miserable due to what happened to T'Challa and the cold and the general uncertainty of everything-something you couldn't blame her for in the slightest. You wanted to argue with her and urge her to cooperate but you held your tongue, she had never been one to comply if she didn't want too.

By the time you finally got to the mouth of the cave, you were all irritable and freezing to death but that didn't stop you from gawking in awe at the brilliant, hand-carved ape over the entrance. The Jabari may have been savage and technologically impaired but they sure knew how to maneuver their way around agriculture. You were greeted at the door by men, waving spears and painted head to toe in white, dusty warpaint "hello, we're here to see M'Baku" the Queen Mother started but was stopped when the larger of the two men began barking at her.

You may have been cold, and tired but that just wouldn't stand. After everything that your friend had been through, not even mentioning that she was the Queen, you would not allow for her to be treated in such a way. "You will not act that way toward the Queen Mother! Straighten up you dull-" you were going to continue insulting the buffoon, but were interrupted by an unfamiliar man beckoning you ominously forward. You looked back at Okoye for guidance and continued forward when she nodded.

The man led you into a larger area, it wasn't particularly homey or comfortable but it was hidden from the harsh cold and berating assault of the wind so you couldn't complain too much. At the head of the room, far out overlooking what seemed to be the edge of the world sat a hulking man, with shoulders wider and broader than you'd ever seen, sitting on what might as well have been a throne of bones and granite. You reached down and found the hand of the Queen Mother, her flesh was icy to the touch but she squeezed back reassuringly, silently telling you that she was fine.

You were bothered by the silence in the room, everyone was waiting for any sort of brake in the room and were tense as they awaited it. The break finally came when the man called out to you, his voice gruff and deep in his throat "You must be the little mouse who was yelling" he huffs, it seemed to so odd for him to be saying something like that to you, considering how big you considered yourself but compared to him, you might as well have been a mouse.

You scoffed at his tone, somehow degrading though he didn’t seem to mean it that way. There was just something about his demeanor that angered you, maybe it was the way your queen mother had been treated at the front gate, but you weren’t in the mood. There was something so frustrating about being so close to M’Baku, you’d only seen him a few times but you weren’t afraid of him by any means. “They say the great elephant fears the mouse” you counter, stepping up on the steps leading to the throne. There was something about him putting himself above everyone else that you couldn’t let stand.

He chuckled, entertained by your power and strength, the queen mother and the rest of your party had been taken to separate rooms, leaving the two of you all alone. “Maybe that’s true, though I’m a gorilla after all” he smirked, settling his elbows on his knees. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his arrogance. “You’re nothing but a hulking buffoon” you chide, crossing your arms across your chest. Maybe it was sort of childish but you just couldn’t imagine how such a large, brutish man could offer you the safety you were searching for in the name of T’Challa.

After all, M’Baku was the man who tried to challenge him for the throne in the first place so how was it possible that he had your best interest at heart. Your words shocked M’Baku, no one dared speak to him that way. Slowly, he rose from his seat, his eyes locked on you in a near threatening way.

You felt the urge to back away from him but stood your ground. You’d challenged his authority now, and you couldn’t just pretend like you hadn’t. By the time he reached you, his footsteps were booming along the floor, making you tense with each forceful step. He didn’t stop until he was right up against you with his large frame looming over you. “Repeat that” he suggested, for a moment you wondered if it was a question...though you knew better.

“I said, you’re a hulking buffoon” your voice was careful but no less strong than before. He thought he could frighten you but you weren’t easily scared. The woman of your bloodline had been looking after the Black Panther for generations, and this man was no greater than they. M’Baku hummed, his eyes burning beneath their pools as he tried to break your resolve.

You were strong, he could tell but that only seemed to spur him on that much further. He wanted nothing more than to see you kneeling at his feet, calling him your one true king. You should have seen his bargain coming, but you were too busy pretending he wasn’t affecting you to notice.

In truth, the close proximity of his broad body was putting you on edge but it wasn’t for the reason it should have been. He was alluring and handsome in a barbaric way but still. He nodded, taking one of your hands in his larger one, the contrast was nearly staggering and ridiculous, earning a gasp from you. “I will offer you and the others sanctuary-on one condition” he smirked, not at all bothered by your slight fidgeting. You didn’t understand what he was getting at, so you nodded-urging him to continue.

“You will be my wife, and in exchange you will all be allowed to stay” he offered, making your mouth go dry. You couldn’t be married, especially not to a man like M’Baku. Marriage wasn’t in your nature, but the most important thing to you was the well-being of the royal family and your friends. “I cannot accept such a proposal-without your word that they will be safe” your voice was surprisingly slight and quiet but none-the-less, M’Baku didn’t seem to mind.

He nodded, understanding your hesitance. Your people had many ideas about the jabari and their leader specifically so it wasn’t a mystery why you took a moment to answer. “I give you my word that they will be safe” He repeated, trying his hardest to sound as sincere as possible. This whole thing wasn’t going as planned as far as M’Baku was concerned, but he’d never been good at expressing his feelings and desires.

Your hand fell to your ample hip, tossing your head to the side to get a better look at him. You wanted to look in his eyes, hoping that the great goddess would allow you to understand if he was telling the truth. Nothing happened that seemed world ending so you accepted his offer, turning your back to him in search for the Queen Mother. For some reason as you walked away, you couldn’t shake the idea that you’d done something awful.

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Golden Girl

T'Challa x Black Chubby Reader

Another random #supersizedfic oneshot. This is mostly Fluff. Inspired by Golden Girl by Frank Ocean, in case you wanna listen. Enjoy!!

Sun littered in through the white floor-length curtain, cascading rays onto the hardwood floor. Birds echoed in the distance, their faint sounds beaming through the slightly opened window. A gentle breeze toyed with the curtains of the small ajar kitchen window, sending in the fresh scents of the ocean to the dancing being that occupied the kitchen.

The sounds of Frank Ocean, an American artist T'Challa recently got into, filled the one leveled home. He hummed along to the words, fixing himself breakfast. Bacon sizzled as he focused on making fresh orange juice. Five minutes passed before he found himself on his private balcony, enjoying the early morning scenery as he ate. The laughter of children in the far distance made him smile.

It had been years since he could remember relaxing like this. His kingly duties were temporarily put away, leaving his mother in charge after her constant worrying of his stress levels, allowing him to enjoy the expansive African resort.

Sipping his herbal tea, he relaxed against the cushioned chair. His mind reflected on his events the previous day, one memory in particular. Her smile was stitched into his mind, those full lips seemed to be hard to forget. Accompanied by her dark orbs and dark skin, she were a vision of beauty.

The soft joined mumblings of random conversations took over his hearing as he walked along the wide sidewalk. Food and shop carts littered the permitted areas of the street. Giving a small nod and smile to those who acknowledged him as he passed, his hands stayed tucked in his pockets.

A group of boys engaged in a game of basketball, their voices blurring into each other's. The king stopped to admire them, remembering the days of his youth where he spent his Saturday mornings playing the same game with his friends. The soft tap of something against his foot shook him from his thought.

"Sorry sir." T'Challa chuckled, reaching down to pick up the ball. The young boy took the ball, muttering a thank you before he met the generous stranger's face. He beamed a toothy grin at his king, his bright eyes widening as realization set in. His voice only caught the attention of his small group of friends. "King T'Challa!!"

After talking with the young boys and even playing a game of ball with them, he worked up a sweat. The heat was evident today, making his choice of shorts and a tank top appropriate. Wiping his forehead with his arm, he found an ice cream parlor on his way home.

The cold air of the shop welcomed him. He made his way to the counter, noticing a woman already there. Her back was all he could see from his view point. The roundness of her ass and hips looked to be crafted by Bast herself, allowing the dress she wore to cling nicely. As he stood by her shorter frame, she realize his presence.

He'd admired her stealthily until the owner of the shop finished her order and greeted him. That's when he finally got a look at her round face. She grinned, giving him a respectful head bow. With her ice cream bowl in tow, she left his side to occupy a booth in front of the large window displaying a small garden.

He ordered his chocolate ice cream dish, giving the mystery woman another glance. Mentally making a decision, he made his trek towards her. His tall frame passed the many empty tables that were between them before he found himself standing in her presence once again.

"Do you mind of I join you?" His thick accent cut through, making her raise an eyebrow. Agreeing, she motioned for him to have a seat. His gap toothed smile caught her gaze, making her body tingle. Holding out his hand to her, he awaited hers in return. "I am T'Challa. T'Challa Udaku."

"The king of Wakanda, himself. You're just as handsome as I'd thought.. I'm Y/N." Your voice made him smirk. His thick eyebrow rose in surprise. An American. Your skin reflected the sunlight that hit you, giving you a glow. He was mesmerized. You were beautiful.

Minutes turned to hours as you both chatted. He'd finished half his ice cream before pushing the plastic bowl aside. Crossing his arms, he leaned forward onto the table. His eyes were trained on you, stealing glances at your glossed lips ever so often. That along had you grinning big. T'Challa hoped this moment could last forever, but he knew it wasn't possible. The shop owner informed you both that he was closing, giving T'Challa the chance to walk you home. He wasn't really ready to end the night yet, you intrigued him. As you both stood on your porch, you gave him your number and a kiss on the cheek. That kiss was all he could think about that night.

That familiar flutter of his heart had him sighing happily. It'd been so long since he felt this feeling. Since he had a crush. Being a king occupied most of his time, which ended some of his relationships before he opted out the idea all together. He'd wait until things settle is what he'd planned, but this gave him hope. You gave him a bit of hope.

It'd been a week since the encounter, and it still stayed I'm his mind. Consistent texting accompanied by calls and video chats kept them close. The third day of their talking, T'Challa figured he could take her out. She accepted instantly, yet she didn't know what to expect.

"A motorcycle, T'Challa?" She furrowed her eyebrows. Her full lips were pursed as she studied the bike. It looked expensive, painted in a deep violet. She ran a nail along it, watching its streak glow and disappear.

"You said you've always wanted to ride one. Plus, I haven't driven one in years. Two birds, one stone.." He grinned that gap tooth smile. She bit her lip, taking the helmet he held out. It never crossed her mind that he'd actually get a motorcycle just because she wanted to ride one. His chuckle broke her from her thoughts, his hand gently pulling her to him. "This is just the first part of the surprise. We have a long day ahead of us.."

He could still remember the shocked look on his face when she found out about their tour of the forest that resided outside of the city. She turned into a small child, happily taking in the scenery. T'Challa watched with amusement, listening to her question the tour guide. She loved it, he'd expected that part. What he didn't expect was the kiss she rewarded him with the same night, igniting his internal desire for her more.

Her foot steps broke him from his thoughts before he felt her hands rubbing down his bare chest. She leaned over the back of the chair, taking in his cologne. The masculine aroma set off flashbacks of them hours before, bodies tangled in the sheets. His voice brought her from her daze. "I'm assuming you slept well, usana.."

You walked around the chair to stand before him. His hands rested against your waist as you straddled him, his thumb massaging your skin absent mindedly. The old college shirt of his that you wore was the only thing hiding your bare body. You and your ripped underwear were no match against T'Challa and his lustful mission the night before. There were hickies littered along your body to prove that, as well as the faint aching between your thighs. The king was gifted in many areas, physical and mental. "I have you to thank for that, don't I.."

He chuckled as you bit your lip, raising an eyebrow. A gentle glow surrounded you, radiating from your brown skin, reflecting sun rays. It was as though hints of gold adorned your skin. You placed a kiss against his lips to break his thoughts, gaining a satisfied hum.

His golden girl..

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Secrets of the Man Erik x T'challa x Reader 👸 *Requested by Anon* Word Count:2,345

Requested: Imagine Killmonger getting with a girl from Wakanda (he doesn’t know that) and after the two of them sleep together she disappears. Later on T’Challa brings Erik into the fold and this girl gets brought back home for questioning and she asks to get something from where she was staying before they keep her locked up and when someone offers to go get whatever it is she says “What I’ve got is something you can’t pick up” and that’s how Erik finds out about his twins.

Hello I tried my best on it sorry it took so long I love this imagine idea and had to make it long. Thank you for giving me this imagine and for letting me write for it.😍 requests are always open.

Y/n was walking on the streets of new York. Focusing on her secret mission that she was assigned from wakanda. Her secret mission was to find erik killmonger , T’Challa’s long lost cousin. Tchalla sent me on this mission because he was afraid that his own cousin would go against everything he has done. Once I saw erik killmonger walk into the museum, I waited before going in checking my watch and reading my objective Get erik killmonger to confess

Y/n checked herself, she smooth the black dress over making sure it was appealing to the eye and checked her makeup, she got her champagne glitter gloss out her Louie vultion purse opening the gloss and smoothing it across her full lips and smashing the gloss in between her lips before checking again to make sure she look beautiful knowing she did. Therefore she threw the lip gloss back in her purse and started strutting toward the museum that her assignment was at. Y/n walked in and the guard looked at her and nodded and she nodded back signaling him. She walked over by a famous painting “running horse” by Gwen knight. Scanning the painting and her feelings getting lost in the masterpiece beauty. She couldn’t believe how majestic it look and made her feel. The colors of the blue and black mix of the painting gives off a content but dreary of the horse. Your mind wondering about why would Gwen knight choose such a dark color for a blessed creature

“this is my favorite piece of work” a deep voiced interrupting your silent thoughts. You look over and see a slender tall light brown skinned hair corsed in dreads at the top golden rims on his eyes for glasses dressed in Jean jacket and pants with a white Polo t shirt hugging his frame and golden luxurious chains placed around his neck gentlemen starring at the painting as well. You can smell his dark Polo cologne from a far, it was so luring just like his sexy face the temptation was eating you alive, you only knew this person that was on the radar to capture but your heart swooned with excitement to know how it will be to find out how he really is.

Y/n smirked and started to speak still scanning over the painting

“I was wondering why would she pick such dark colors for a perfect animal?” The Captivating gentlemen began to say “because that’s what her feelings were speaking to her in that moment of when she painted, I love she used those colors dark colors speak a whole lot better than having the bright colors to say just one word or portray it as one” Y/n nodded at the known but mysterious gentlemen’s answer to her question and was lost for words and then he began to speak again. “by the way my name is Erik” Y/n nodded acting like she didn’t know this creature but had a whole file of him then she turned to the beautiful guy named Erik and introduced herself. “I’m y/n nice to meet you Erik” holding out your hand and for Erik to shake himself placing his hand in hers. Once Erik did that y/n felt tingly sensations. she didn’t know why her connection with this person was so magnified, but it was feeling so special intertwined his hand to hers she wonder if Erik felt the same. When they pulled away y/n wanted more from this person. “so what brings you here” Erik asking “well just wanted to tour around the city for tonight” Erik nodded “I hear that, would you like some champagne”

Erik motioning one of the waiters over to us to get both of us the alcoholic drink. The waiter came over with a tray full of champagne. Erik grabbed one and then grabbed another. I replied to his question with a “yes” He handed me one and then the waiter walked away and then Erik held his glass in the air signaling for a toast. you raised your glass to his, the glasses sound making a “clink” and then you guys both drink in unison. Finishing your glasses and the waiter coming over once more grabbing both glasses and placing them on the tray and leaving. “so you wanna finish this conversation somewhere else private.”  Erik taking your hand seductively in his and walking toward the exit You know in your mind this was going to fast but you felt like you knew the person right in front of you and you feel like you can trust him. Y/n  said “yes” and you guys both walked out the museum together.

Fast forward into the hotel You and Erik came to the hotel. Erik pulled out the key card and slide it over the door opening it so you both can relax with each other and talk once more or that’s what you thought to yourself. When you stepped in, Erik stepped in grabbed you by your hand and pulled you closer to his body and looked at you seductively like a predator waiting on his prey. He scanned your features taking in your beauty you looked back at him smirking a little and taking in his masculine features. Erik put you in a trance, he leans and places his brown thick lips on yours kissing you passionately. Y/n kissed back and rubbed on Erik’s back feeling the warmth of the strong man that towers over you. Erik’s kiss got more powerful he deepen the kiss by switching his head to the other side and then slipping his tongue in your mouth. You felt Erik’s gold plated teeth laced with his tongue but then you placed your tongue in his mouth kissing back harder then ever while he squeeze your thick booty.

Y/n was getting lose in her thoughts about kissing this beautiful man. This wasn’t suppose to happen like this. she was on a mission to get back to t’challa and to fulfill her assignment and not get in trouble from the wakandan nation but maybe she could get some information out of him while they be intimate. Erik threw you on the bed and attacked you pulling off your black dress leaving you in your lace lingerie  and Erik killmonger ripping his clothes off and leaving himself in his black Calvin Klein’s. You guys were like hybrids moving fast and taking in your sexual begins. Erik kissing you all over your body kissing your neck leaving little purple marks kissing you on your breast marking every inch of your thick figure. Y/n kissed and bites neck marking him. There moving in synchronization knowing what they wanted from each other. Then Erik slide your panties to the side and position himself at your entrance. Y/n braced herself before Erik could do his sexual movement. Once she did, Erik slammed into her making her gasp. She adjusted to his enormous length. Erik froze and let her get used to his length and then started moving inside and out of her hitting her g spot. Y/n moaning and groaning from Erik’s big penis. There moans feeling the room. Y/n was so close to climax and Erik was as well. He pounds in her a couple of more times until y/n felt liquid inside her and Erik thrust became sloppy. Erik cummed inside you and then you followed right behind him and him riding both of you guys orgasm. Then he pulled out and laid right next to you giving you the most intense juicy kiss before he fell asleep. When he was done kissing you,he kissed your cheek and then Erik calm down laying his head on the pillow closing his striking chocolate eyes falling fast asleep. Y/n falling right behind falling fast asleep.

3am Y/n open her eyes and wake up and look over to Erik that has his mouth wide open and snoring. He’s fast asleep and you shout his name making sure he was fast asleep. When you found out he is. Y/n stood quietly off the bed not to wake up her love that she has to leave behind, wakanda is calling her back. She grab her clothes put them back on and make her way out the window. Y/n looking side to side and feeling down that she has to leave Erik he really showed his sensitive side to her why would he want to over throw his own blood and want to destroy wakanda . Y/n jumped and disappeared from Erik wondering if she would ever see her baby again. 6am Erik opens his eyes from the sunlight shinning on him then he tries to wrap himself up with the lovely lady from last night that he met at the museum but he couldn’t. Erik felt the other side of the bed it was no one there Erik grabbed the sheets his knuckles turning white from anger but soften with concern for his sweetheart, he got up off the king size bed and started searching all over the place and then screamed out the girls name hoping she comes out of hiding “y/n” He ran around the room but she was no where in site. Erik was devastated and sad he never said his goodbyes to her and never got that last hug and kiss. Erik is going to miss his precious babygirl wondering when are they gonna cross paths again. 2 years later T’challa finds Erik himself and brings him in the thrown room to speak to him. Tchalla was very angry that you the spy had this special assignment and couldn’t finish it. You were trying to complete the mission but had to go into hiding and hide things from t’challa and the rest of wakanda. Y/n couldn’t believe in those 2 years happen but it did. Tchalla speaks “praat (speak from wakanda Language)” Erik looks devious at tchalla and began to say “I’m standing in your house serving justice to a man that stole your vibranium and murdered your people, just cause your king couldn’t deliver. T’challa got up and laughed at Erik his lost cousin at what he brought to him. Couldn’t believe what he was hearing from his own blood. T’challa got in Erik’s face furiously and said stern in his African accent “the only reason I don’t have you dead on this floor cause I know who you are” and then t’challa walks out the throne room and brings in the wakandan spy which is you. T’challa grabs you by your hand and takes you in there for questioning about Erik. T’challa began to ask you “do you know any information about him being here?” She shook her head no but said a little “well I think he might want to become king maybe” T’challa nodded and looked at you in confusion and unbelievablement. “well did you get any information on my cousin” Y/n nodded no “I’m so sorry I didn’t” T’challa speaks “is he here to destroy wakanda” Y/n speaks “i don’t know for sure” T’challa laughed an said “you know what you didn’t even fulfill your duty I had to get the Nokia to find him, I should lock you up and never let you out” Y/n nodded and a tear stream down her face. Erik was hearing the whole thing and notice the same girl that look like the one from his hook up but he would’ve known she was from wakanda. He kept listening to her get questioned. “lock me up then as long as I get to suffer for the right reasons but can I go get something?” T’challa looked at her in question of what she needs to get before she is imprisoned. T’challa motion the dorma loga to y/n to go get what ever she needs but y/n stops them all by saying “What I got you can’t pick up actually two you can’t pick up” Everyone in the thrown room looks amaze at y/n even Erik. t’challa thinks and Erik ponders on the statement you gave. The leaders talking amongst each other saying “What does she mean and what is she talking about” then Erik looks at you stern then suddenly it hits him and his face softens knowing the surprises thinking hard back to what they had done that night. Erik opens his mouth “y/n oh my god no why did you leave knowing that happen, I can’t even” Erik tearing up at the surprises. The surprises he wanted to help you raise but he couldn’t. The things he wanted and needed to meet. T’challa spoke “What is he talking about y/n” y/n spoke back to Erik “I realized you didn’t use protection and I was a spy for wakanda it would’ve been to much” Tchalla walked over to you and said “you slept with Erik” you nodded your head yes in hurt for what has been done and Erik felt so sad about leaving you with his twin boys alone and now your  going to get locked up without seeing your children you gave birth to. Erik screamed at t’challa “don’t lock her up its not her fault it’s mine I wish she would’ve stayed those are my twins”

Tchalla looked at you in distressed of what he has to do for wakanda. He took your hand and lead you out to go and get the surprises you made with Erik so Erik can see you and the kids one last time before you get thrown away the key.

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Fangirl ( Avengers x Reader)

Hi everyone! I’m back after a month of not writing anything because of my exams but now I’m finally able to write again. Remember not to hesitate to request and enjoy this imagine with a pic of my Marvel Funko Pops family :)

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You just were back from the mall, where you spent your afternoon shopping. When the familiar " ding" of the elvator was heard, you prepared yourself. As soon as the metal doors opened you picked your head out, checking if any of your teammates were in sight. Happily for you the room was empty, you creeped out of the elevator, hugging your shopping bag tightly against your chest as you started running as silently as possible to the door which lead to your bedroom.  You felt all your fear go away when the corridor became closer and closer to you; you would be safe in a matter of five seconds.

" Lady Y/N!"

" oh Shit! " you thought stopping your every moves and imitating a statue like that would make your teammate go away.

Thor's heavy footsteps followed his booming voice and you turned around to see what he wanted and to try to get him off your back to go to the safety of your room.

" What are you doing" he asked with a big smile.

" Oh, you see, I just came back from the mall."  you answer, mimicking his smile.

The norse god nodded.

-" What did you buy?"

Your eyes widened and you clenched the handle of your brown paper bag tighter.

" Not something really interesting you know...I was just going to put it in my room" you answered and took a step back, trying to escape.

" Are you hiding something from me?" he asked , raising an eyebrow.

" No! No, why would I, it's just an insignificant item."

You took another step back and Thor, one forward.

You were trapped and you didn't know how you would escape him.

" Hey guys, what's up?" another voice came into the room.

Thor turned around and you looked over his shoulder to see Clint, casually walking to the both of you.

While Thor had his attention on the archer, you took this as the perfect occasion to run away to your room.

Earing your footsteps, Thor turned back around and only had time to see you disappear in the corridor.

" What is wrong with her?"

" I think Lady Y/N is hiding something from us."  

Not even an hour later, you opened your bedroom door and picked your head out to check if no one was in sight. You then exit the room and closed the door, taking care of asking Friday to lock it behind you.

" What are you hiding?"

A high pitched scream escaped your mouth and you turned around, backing violently against your door.

Natasha was standing a few feet away from you, her arms crossed over her chest, a suspiscious look directed to you.

Your heart was beating hard in your chest and you were breathing heavily.

" Being a spy doesn't give you the right to creep on people!" you accused her.

She uncrossed her arms to put a hand on her hip.

" Creeping on people is basically my job. I also kill them, but for that, you're safe." she smirked.

You shaked your head and decided to walk away, and ignore her. But she followed you to the kitchen;  she stood beside you every time you did something and sat beside you at the table after you got yourself a snack her eyes not leaving you.  The other Avengers were also gathered in the living room and you suspected Thor to have told everyone and made them assemble there.

" So, Y/N, what are you hiding?" Tony asked.

You looked up at him and threw him a death glare.

" Yeah, what is it?" Bucky interfered

" Maybe it's some kind of sex toys" Sam laugh

They all started laughing and trying to guess what you bought, emitting strangest ideas after one another. And you had trouble to stay calm because of all the ruckus.

" Stop!" you yelled

The laughs, conversation and other noises stopped.

" I'm gonna show you, okay? Just calm down please." you said.

You got up and walked to the to corridor, leading to your room.

" Come, on" you said, gesturing for them to follow you.

The bunch of superheroes all got up and ran behind you like a group of children you just promised to give candies.

Arrived at your bedroom door you turned around for the last time and saw all of them with an exciting expression on their face. You turned back around and let out a nervous sigh before asking Friday to open the door.

You entered the room first and stepped aside, gesturing to your friends to come in.

They all fought to be the first in, when they all managed to come inside, they looked around the room in search of that mysterious object .

You rolled your eyes and walked to a shelf that was placed in a corner of your room and stood in front of it.

" You're probably not gonna let this go but here it is." you stated pointing to the shelf

They all gathered in front of the furniture and look at what was there.

" What are these?" Tony asked poiting to the figures.

You pushed through them to get access to your precious collection objects and grabbed on of them.

" This is a POP." you said

You were met with raised or furrowed eyebrows, weird faces and noises of confusion.

" A what?" Steve asked

" It's a small figure representing a famous character, of movies, TV shows or stuff like that. And this one represents Wanda" you showed the little figure to your friends and give a little hit to its head making it bobble. You then handed the girl her pop and she took it, turning it in around in her hand.

" It's sooo cute!" she exclaimed

You chuckled.

" I have one for all of you" you said and grabbed your pops one by one and handed them to their real version.

A chorus of happy screams and awes erupted in your room.

" Look at mine, I look so cool!" Sam said, lifting his pop in the air for everyone to see it.          

When you handed Bucky his POP his looked surprised.

" There's one of me?" he asked

" Of course! You're an Avenger. I really had trouble to find it, you're quite famous out here" you said

Bucky took his POP and smiled at the small figure in his hand then directed it to you. Before turning to Sam.

" Are you kidding me! Mine's better!"

You chuckled at the childish behaviour of the apparently mightiest superheroes of the world.

" I didn't know you were a fangirl of us, Y/N" Tony said when he received his pop.

You shrugged your shoulders

" I can't help but let my inner fangirl show"

The smirk on his face became more proeminent.

" I doubt that it was a good idea to show us your darkest secret. Who knows who could use it against you, you know t obribe you or something..." he said giving your a side glance still looking closely at his pop figure.

You rolled your eyes.

" Sure. And that person is absolutely not going to be you, right?"

Tony scoffed -

" You know me really bad if you think I could bribe a friend like that!" he said the mischief clearly visible on his face.

You reported your gaze on your friends still surprised at their new discover.

" Do you think the Thor pop is mighty ?" Steve asks pointing to the figure holded by the god of thunder.

Thor's booming laughing echoed through the room as he summoned mjolnir by raising his hand in the air.

" We shall see that!"

He put the pop down and placed mjolnir right above it.

" Guys, I don't think it's...." you started but Thor was faster.

He put mjolnir down onto the figure and your heard a crushing sound. The horrified expression appeared on every of your friends and Thor lifted his hammer again letting everyone see the crushed figure. It's head has been detached from it's body and was looking like a crushed pumpkin. a

" I am deeply sorry my lady." Thor apologize to you as ypu walked to your deceased precious pop. You picked it up and carried it in your hands.

" That s why we can't have nice things"

" Should we put it on a boat and burn it so it be able to enter Valhalla?" Thor asked

You look up at the asgardian with angry eyes.

Natasha put her POP in front of her face to hide herself .

" Do you think we'll have another civil war?" she asked Clint moving her small figure to make it like it was talking.

Clint did the same.

" I bet on Y/N. Thor likes her too much to hurt her"

Bucky joined the conversation trying to make himself as discreet as he could not to be seen by Y/N who was still glaring at Thor for ruining her pop.

" This time I'm out of it. Don't want that cutie to get hurt" he said petting the bobbling head of his pop.

You let out a sigh.

" I guess you owe me one pop" you said to Thor  who nodded furiously.

You walked back to your shelf and disposed the crushed figure at his orignial place before going back to observe your friends being real grown ups children.

" Oh look, I'm cat man, I really  really love cat. If you're mean with me I'll scratch you but if you're nice, I'll be purring for youuuu" Sam imitated in a ridiculous voice, holding the Black Panther pop.

" Happily T'challa isn't here to see that, because you'll surely be dead right now, if he was." Rhodey said

" Don't worry about this" Tony said, holding his phone, pointed at Sam, recording his whole little show.

Sam threw a glare at Tony and lifted the hand where his pop was and screamed:

" Falcon Attack!" before throwing the figure at Tony who received it in the face, earning a scream from the billionaire.

-" Guys stop!" you said trying to prevent the future madness.

" Hey ! No one hurts my Tony!" Rhodey exclaimed and threw his War Machine pop at Sam who dodged it.  The figure ended up hitting Natasha on the shoulder. She abruptly turned around, her eyes settling on Tony and decided to make him her victim.

" You're so dead Stark!"  she threatened as she lunged in front of him and quickly bent down  and hit his ankle with her feet super spy style, making him fall backwards and crash into Bucky  who bumped into Steve. Tony and the two supersoldiers pop ended up on the ground as mayhem started to take place in your bedroom.

Between screams, groans, roars of rage and things thrown at each other you were sure that your room would be destroyed in a matter of minutes.

" This is all Sam's fault, I say we take him responsible for this!" Clint said pointing an accusating finger at the Falcon.

Sam looked at everyone in the room looking pretty calm before running out of the room , to avoid the wrath of his friends, followed by Clint.

" Wait for me Clint!" Nataha screamed at her friend and ran out behind him.

Bucky and Steve followed, Bucky surely to torture Sam and Steve probably to stop the apocalyptic fight .

" Hey come back here you idiots!" Tony yelled and ran out, following the others. Rhodey sighed but still jogged  behind Tony.

" Ugh, I think I have to help Mr Stark..." Peter said giving you a apologetic smile but quickly decided to walk out when he was met with a " ready to kill " expression.

" I shall avenge my mini me for his suffering because of the captain."  Thor said, grabbing his hammer, swinging it and exited the room.

You and Wanda were the only one left among the mess that you used to call your bedroom and your sacred fangirling place.

She offered you a kind  smile

"I'm sorry,  I'm going to stop them and then we'll all go to the mall to get you new ones. She handed you her pop  that was surprisingly  intact and walked out.

As she left your eyes wandered to the Scarlet Witch pop and a glint of a smile appeared on your face.

" At least I have this one left" you sighed and gave a gentle press to the head wanting to make it bobble but instead a clicking noise was heard followed by a poc. Wanda's head just fell to the ground as well as your hope of having precious things.

You sighed and let the plastic body fall to the ground and walked to the corner of your room where the saber of one of your favourite hero , or in this case anti-hero, Deadpool was resting.

" I'll just cut their head off and stick them to the remains of the figures" you said, grabbing the saber before heading out, ready to fight your teammates.

Never anger a fangirl.

[newbiemarvel-writer]

The One: Part 1/?

T’Challa Udaku x Reader

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

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

Italics= your thoughts

Warnings: Swearing (not too much)

Words: 1502

*your POV*

“Good morning Y/N!”

“Good morning to you too Mrs. Tuffer!”

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

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

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

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

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

“попробуйте его” Program him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shit shit shit shit shit.

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

Well great. Isn't this a cliche.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Should I risk it?

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

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

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

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

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

“Captain. Your highness. Talk.”