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Y’all ready for this chapter I’m dropping tomorrow??? 👀

The long-awaited Ménage à Trois Part Deux starts 4/9/2023.

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Read the first part here if you haven’t already…

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Where Red Meets Blue In The East

Okoye x OC Valentina

Warning:(Includes sensitive info)

Chapter 1 - kind of a prologue but not really :)

Next chapter

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I never thought I would have ended up here separated from my family and on the verge of death. I always thought it’d be something worse, left to starve, eaten alive, maybe even torn apart. However, the plans the gods had for my life never seized to utterly surprise me.

I could feel the cold ground beneath me. My mind fuzzy and my body weak, I could hear my heart beating in my ears, and the brisk night air. Everything around me moved so slow, it was making me dizzy. The numbing pain running through my body weakening my ability to think clearly as I grabbed at anything near me. I felt so scared, but giving up felt like the best thing to do right now. My only clear thought being that of a calm endless sleep far away from the pain I felt. Not only on my physical body, but also the never ending replay of nightmares that plagued my head. A sleep where maybe I would be reunited with my parents and younger sister. A place in which the gods would allow us to be a family once more.

Then again life’s never been fair with me.

The moment my life began to go down hill was when I had just turned sixteen. Turns out being gifted by the god Tezcatlipoca wasn’t at all how I’d thought it’d be. My parents and I weren’t special as we were simply villagers, farmers that had a routine in our society. We never wished for anything outside of that routine let alone to be “blessed” by such a god. Then without warning on the morning of my sixteenth birthday I was given the very gift to manipulate power in any form imaginable. Being so week at that age I had absolutely no control of such a strong power. My power turned to destruction. Soon word spread quickly that A kid with such a gift existed, and everything in my life tumbled to the ground like mere pile of rocks.

I was soon separated from my parents and little sister in a savage manner. Ripped from the arms of my crying mother and not being able to say goodbye to my father. I was caged then taken to many buyers, horrible people with money, who wanted to use me as a party trick or for their rich fancy party friends. My traffickers never disclosed the details of my powers to anyone as they did not know it themselves. So, I was glad that I was never bought as a weapon. Many times I made appearances at rich kids birthday parties. My name, Valentina Siuapilli, helped with the names they gave the shows. My name meant “Strong princess”. The markings on my skin, my glowing eyes as I did floating tricks, and my native tongue made me that much more exotic to these people. They treated me like a simple party animal. The only good side of those parties is how I was able to learn English by listening to them as they spoke around me throughout the years. They angered me so much at times and that would cause me to lose control of my power. I quickly learned how to calm myself if that were to happen again and I was able to keep the markings on my body from turning blue. Which was not too difficult as they only appeared when my emotions were out of control and oddly enough breathing through it does help. A lot.

Soon enough I was old news to them. A one trick pony as they hated how I had learned to speak English. They said I wasn’t so exotic anymore and that my tricks were boring. I was glad I never had to perform for those brats again. Unfortunately a couple years later, when being traded off I landed in the hands of a group of scientists. By now I was at the ripe age of twenty-five. I was older now could understand more and these scientists were not the good kind you see on tv.

They experimented on me in many ways: blood samples, energy levels, and they tried to touch me in ways I do not wish to remind myself of. Luckily I used my power in those moments and never let them get to far. I know I could have freed myself many times, but every time I was bought or simply passed on to a knew owner they were given the location of my family. I could do nothing but play my part until I could make sure my family was out of harms reach.

Life apparently had other plans for that too…

Not long after, the scientists gained control over a couple of other kids. Some younger some older. It pained me too see their tired faces, helpless looks in their eyes, they had given up. And I soon found out why, though I wished I didn’t because it was far worse than any pain I could have ever received.

One by one every kid or teenager was taken a blood sample of. Then sent into their own individual capsules. I did not like these scientists but I was curious, and when I questioned why we were all being put in capsules my question was met with a grin. A grin that had haunted me every night even now. My heart sank, and everything went silent. My body numb. No longer feeling the sting of the needle in my forearm. My head slowly dropped as a man walked me towards an open capsule. Looking up and remembering my surroundings my body reacted. I ran put was quickly caught and shoved into the plastic looking tube, but when I tried to used my powers it was no good. Over and, and over, and over again, I wailed and screamed at the man who smiled back at me on the other side. I hated the grin that was still plastered on his face.

I was terrified. I had just been told we would all be frozen so we could be preserved forever. I didn’t want to die this way! Then it clicked… what about my family. I banged on the glass harder begging the man through teary eyes to let me out as the salty drops of water hit the metal ground. I begged and pleaded. The palms of my hands turning red and my blue markings starting to glow. I told him I wanted to see my family that I couldn’t die yet. His grin became wider more sinister. His words nearly caused my death alone.

They were dead… they had been killed as soon as I was handed off to these men.

Tears now rushing out like a waterfall no sound came out of my mouth as I hit the back of my now cage. My body slowly slid down as I hugged my knees. My body quivering as a couple of short and shaky breaths left my body. My markings dimmed for a moment. I could not believe it. Were they really gone? No. He surely just wanted to torment me. Right? I shook my head hugging my knees tighter to the point I could rip the the old shags these men had given me. I didn’t want to loose my parents. Then the thought of something worse hit me harder than ever when I realized my sister could be dead too. I could no longer breath, my eyes wide and tears still falling. I started to sob my cry’s slowly increasing. And my markings increasing in glow. I tried to hold back but, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I let it all out ripping my pants where my fingers squeezed. Drawing blood with my finger nails. I screamed as loud as my voice allowed me too. Letting my markings fill the room with a blinding blue light. Slowly I felt cold, my eyes started to droop. It was difficult to stay awake; then without any warning it all went black. At least I left without pain, or at least I thought I had died that day.

I didn’t. I wish I did. That however, was not the case. I was awoken a hundred years later, not by choice, a group of armed men found us in the forgotten lab. The scientists left us for dead apparently. No sign they would come back for us. And just like that the few of us that were able to come back from the ice were taken and once again sold. This time I was sold with two other boys to three men which abused us. They beat the boys almost killing them and I couldn’t do anything either. I didn’t have my family so I could run away this time, but I soon found out that now a hundred years later technology was far greater. Somehow these men took away any power ever I had.

Those two years were painful. The first weeks I simply mourned the death of my family. Not being able to use them I soon forgot how to control my power’s; I was never touched by these men they called me their diamond, but the boys were abused everyday. At the two year mark they were both dead. They had both ended it one following after the other. I was alone. Again.

Just like the many times before, I was sold. Thankfully this was the last time. I was given to a skinny man in the black market. Still powerless. By this time I was twenty- eight, somehow i had kept track. I ate the food he gave and on the nights I wasn’t in the tiny cage at the entrance of his shop, I worked out. In hopes that maybe one day I would get out and be strong enough to defend myself. As I was skinny my whole life and never gained any weight. Halfway through that year I had nearly lost hope of getting out, or being bought, but two tall white men entered the shop wanting a set of weapons. They claimed they wanted to steal something called “vibranium” from a country called “ Wakanda”. They both described the city as futuristic capable of far more than any other country in the world. They continued to tell the man about how it was hidden in plain sight away from the rest of the world; with flying ships and an endless supply of whatever vibranium was. The men argued like five year-olds as they rumbled about how they got to live peacefully while the rest of us struggled in life.

I didn’t think much of it that night not wanting to get my hopes up for a possibly mystical fantasy place. I did however memorize every word those two men said: Wakanda, in Africa, barrier, safe place. That was all I wanted from life right now. If it wasn’t death than Wakanda could be my best option for a better life.

There was my motivation. I kept going, kept pushing on. I did not want to lose hope just yet if it meant there was even the slightest possibility of me getting a normal life. Then over the rest of the year I continued my routine of working out and by the end of it I had enough muscle to be considered lean. The hardest part of having hope is being patient. Patient enough to sit and wait for the best opportunity to escape. This was the first time I witnessed what people refer to as a miracle. A woman in a leather jacket passed by my cage looking me up and down before walking inside. I thought the act was an insult so I rolled my eyes and focused on the neon lights across from me again. Then I heard key jangle behind me. I looked back to find my cage door open the woman standing there telling me to come out. So I did. She paid the man and walked out of the shop with me following her footsteps. I asked her what she needed from me and she said she only wanted me out of that cage and that I was free now. To do as I pleased. She then pulled out a remote switching it off then crushing it under her shoe. I blinked not knowing what to say as the energy of my power spread through my veins. The feeling was nostalgic. I thanked her, then considered trying my luck by asking her if she by any chance could take me to Wakanda. She told me the farthest she could take me was Nigeria. I asked if it was close and she told me it was right below Wakanda. I thanked her once again asking for her name, the woman said she would like to keep that hidden. I nodded and I continued to follow behind her.

Before I knew it I was on a plane with her from the United States to Africa, or at least that’s what she told me. I had never flown in a plan before considering how airplanes weren’t a thing were I was from. In 1918 planes weren’t worldwide.

After the flight she got me a hotel and gave me enough money to sustain myself for a few weeks. The first week I simply did my research by listening to conversations in bars, and found out the men were right, the hidden Wakanda was out of sight no one knew exactly where. All they talked about was how they resided beyond the thick rainforest far past Nigeria.

The next morning I packed a bag with supplies and headed out to find a man willing to take me out to the middle of the Sambia Forest, It was the fastest way to get to Wakanda, one man did agree. Taking me as far as he was willing to Im order to keep himself safe. Saying it was dangerous to go further than halfway due to the dangerous men who drove through this forest. I did not listen, nor did I care and left the car walking deeper into the forest.

I walked until sundown, and though my feet hurt I started climbing up tree. It had a perfect view from the top to be able to see any danger and it was next to a dirt road that signaled my path to Wakanda. Plus it was comfy…enough. I knew I still had a long way to go, but with a small village ahead I was sure I could ask, in some way, for directions. I stayed awake as long as my eyes could fight to stay open but eventually fell asleep.

Not long after, my ears picked up the sound of tires traveling across the dirt. Leaves rustled and engines were closing in. I panicked quickly getting up to see what was happening. Were they her for me? I hoped my markings weren’t glowing. I did not want to lose my cover.

A group of six or more cars stopped directly in from of me. A man with a large gun stepped out seemingly inspecting his vehicle then looking around. The leader. Another stepped out of the vehicle behind him asking what had happened and if they were in danger. The leader said nothing. He raised his head looking around once more before telling his men to get into a defense position. They spread the word to the other twelve men, that’s when I saw the big truck, something important must be in there. I saw a shadow move to my left. I couldn’t see who it was but when he, or it, jumped down he moved faster than any of the men. Slowly taking down each of the men. The bullets being shot in an effort to defend themselves, not penetrating his cat like black suit. A woman stepped out of the big truck taking one of the fallen men’s gun and using it to knock two other men out. The men in the suit was just about to kill a young looking boy. The woman who stepped out of the truck pulled the boy away from his reach telling the other to stop. That the boy was still a child. She seemed mad taking of a green scarf and tunic off, but the man only stood frozen mumbling something you could not hear. A hidden man with a gun pointed at a hostage claiming he would shoot her if they did not surrender. He was quickly stabbed by another woman. This one wore red armor covering the were it was crucial and she looked like a warrior, a very strong one. She seemed to joke to the man in cat suit saying that he had frozen. The man sighed heavily. The three all stood together not seeing the last and final man pointing his gun at the lady from the truck.

Without hesitation I jumped from the tree. Using whatever knowledge I still had about how to use my power to perfect my landing to be in front of this lady. Taking the powerful shot. The bullet landed right below my heart, making it feel like the air had been knocked out of me. As I fell i could faintly see the warrior woman stab the man through the chest.

My landing was soft as I could feel soft fabric on my neck. I tried to blink and open my eyes but it was far to difficult. I only saw blurs of green and black, a hint of red came into view. My ears rang from how close the shot had been hearing muddled noise. I was able to open my eyes slightly, the pain increasing but I saw the warrior her face was neutral I could only make out the slight confusion as her brow furrowed and un-furrowed . Blue light slowly filled the corners of my vision. My markings were increasing the amount power that ran through my veins keeping me alive. Slowly I closed my eyes. I could feel my conscious slipping and as it did a wave of energy hit my body before I completely blacked out. Something was happening to me, or my body.

I wanted the god Mictlantecuhtli to take me to Mictlan, the underworld, So I could end this suffering for once and for all. I wanted him to so bad, but I could feel it in me. The defiance of death. I needed to live. I didn’t know for what, or who…

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Kholwani (Believe)

Chapter 1. (Characters)

T’challa Udaku

Age: 38

“Please, I am a King of a Country and have only girls in my life, give me a break.”

Ororo Udaku

Age: 35

“Honestly when you’re a woman like me, you have riches and sorrow.”

N’jadaka/Erik Killmonger

Age: 36

“Come on! Let loose Nigga!

Layla Udaku

Age: 18

“Yes I am the youngest. Yes I am the heir to the throne, and yes I have bigger dreams outside of Wakanda. Anything else?”

Amber Udaku

Age: 19

“Oh come on baby, I won’t bite…unless you’re into that of course.”

Janet Udaku

Age: 20

“Out of the three of us, someone has to cut the bullshit and tell the truth”

Khalil Freeman

Age: 21

“Don’t touch my wife. Or I will hurt you.

Deondre Vanetti

Age: 18

“It’s not my fault that I’m this fine baby, you might have to keep up with your cute ass.”

D’vonte Anderson

Age:22

“These Niggas ain’t touchin me! I’m the realest Nigga in these Wakandan streets!”

Gianna Banks

Age: 18

“Baby he was mine before you even came into the picture, back off bitch.”

Mya Salul

Age: 18

“Can we all just shut the fuck up?!”

Ashley Marie Celinton

Age: 20

“I’m successful, and beautiful. A whole package if you ask me.”

Coming soon.

WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT SUCH AS STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, SEXUAL CONTENT ETC. THIS STORY IS ONLY FOR AUDIENCES 18+ ANYONE WHO IS UNDER 18 WILL BE BLOCKED NOT ONLY FROM READING THIS STORY BUT FROM MY BLOG ENTIRELY. THANK YOU.

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Soul’s Choice

Synopsis: What if your soulmate, the love of your life, and with whom you’re meant to be and live by, happens to be your best friend’s wife?

Warnings: +21

“How do you feel, my love?” The Queen’s loving husband asked as she gave a tired smile and felt him press a hand to her cheek, cupping it gently.

“I’m fine. I’m just tired. These elders keep pissin’ me off and I’m not in the mood for any games today.” She replied with a groan and a huff, sinking further into their couch.

Chuckling, T’Challa wrapped his arms around his wife and held her.

“How about you take today off? Let me handle everything today. I might be able to help and actually catch N’Jadaka’s landing.” T’Challa offered as Layana groaned and gasped.

“Fuck… I forgot he gets here today. This morning I think it was… I’ll meet him during lunch.” She replied as T’Challa kissed her hand.

“Of course. Do not worry about a thing. Rest.”

“I will.” Layana replied, sighing and standing, walking to their shared master bedroom. T’Challa walked behind her and helped her undress.

“Let me draw you a bath. You’ll feel much better.” T’Challa offered, kissing his wife’s bare shoulders. Layana smirked and teased her husband.

“I know something else that might make me feel much better…” she whispered as she turned and kissed T’Challa’s lips deeply and passionately. The King’s hands traveled from her behind to her back, up to her face. He cupped her cheeks, gently and kissed her forehead.

“I love you. I will inform the staff so that no one bothers you. Please, try and stay away from work.”

“I will. I love you too, T’Challa. Thank you…” Layana replied with a grateful smile. T’Challa returned the smile and pressed a final kiss to his wife’s lips.

“Anything for you, my Queen.”

While an exhausted Queen bathed and lounged in the apartment, T’Challa went out and walked to the front of the palace, where his best friend’s talon was landing. Okoye and Shuri flanked him and the Royal Guard stood on the left side of the line they formed and Dora Milaje on the right. Heads high.

As the jet’s door opened, T’Challa began to smirk. N’Jadaka walked out and towards him with a smug yet cool face. Once he reached T’Challa, he greeted him with their handshake.

“What’s good, T? Where’s ya’ wife?” He asked.

“She is not feeling well. She is in our apartment resting, but she will join us for lunch.” T’Challa replied with a small smile.

N’Jadaka only shrugged it off and walked in with T’Challa.

“You still look scruffy, Erik. Try getting a haircut.” Shuri teased as Erik only smacked her away.

“I look cute as fuck. Bitches love my scruffy self.” He replied as Shuri only rolled her eyes, “I’ve got your new suit ready.”

Erik smirked, “can't wait.”

T’Challa led the way to Erik’s apartment within the Royal Wing of the palace and helped him settle in. His bags were put away, his clothes properly folded and hanged.

“You are much cleaner now.” T’Challa teased as Erik scoffed, “I had to grow up at some damn point.”

As Erik zipped up his last bag and placed it on the top shelf of his closet, T’Challa spoke from behind him in a softer tone.

“Today, there will be lunch and a dinner between us to welcome you. Please, try not to miss it. We have all missed you and now that you are back, we have the family together.”

Erik chuckled.

“It’s weird. Being welcomed with open arms by the same people that yelled at me growin’ up.” He spoke, closing his closet’s door and turning to face T’Challa with his arms crossed.

“You mean the people that yelled at us.” T’Challa smiled, “you seem to forget that we got in trouble together for everything.”

Erik scoffed once more, “yeah right. The only difference was that Daddy came to your rescue and mine had to be shamed.”

T’Challa’s smile went away quickly and was replaced by an apologetic one. Looking down at the marble floors, they remained quiet. T’Challa’s younger self always felt guilt and sadness for his best friend, but what could a small Prince do? He wouldn’t dare to open his mouth, and when he did, no one would listen.

“I apologize, Erik…”

Erik sighed.

“Nah. I’m the one that’s sorry… I shouldn’t have brought old shit up. I know you tryna do right.” He spoke as he offered his hand to T’Challa, who shook it.

“Thank you. Apology accepted.” T’Challa’s smile returned, “I have to go attend a meeting with the council. You are free to join if you’d like,” he offered as Erik shook his head. “Nah. I’mma chill here.”

“Very well.”

Erik showered and changed, walking out into the hallways of the large palace he once again could call home. The familiar paintings, the new decorations and the new guards all brought nostalgia and sadness over him. Even if he did get in a lot of trouble with T’Challa, he missed being a kid.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted by someone bumping into his chest. Erik looked down and saw a woman.

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was… going…”.

Erik’s breath was taken away. This woman’s face was familiar. He had never seen her or met her before, but he felt as if she had been part of him for his entire life. He could only stare at this woman who stared back at him with furrowed brows, trying to figure out where they might know each other from.

To try and figure out why they felt such a strong bond between them and why they felt such a strong sudden overwhelming feeling of love and affection. It was incredible, but it was also utterly confusing and strange.

Erik’s collarbone suddenly began to feel a little warm. Almost as if warm water was being poured on that very spot. It was comforting. Almost if a hand rubbed an ache away. But his mind’s thoughts made his heart drop.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to.” The woman spoke again as her collarbone also felt that comforting warmth.

“Nah, you didn’t hurt me… You feel that too?” Erik asked as the woman nodded and carefully revealed her collarbone. The area of her collarbone was almost flawless, until it wasn’t. It had a mark, a patch, half a shade lighter than the rest of her body.

Erik copied the action. Within his keloids, the exact same patch rested on the same place. Right on the collarbone.

“No fucking way.” Erik thought.

The woman’s eyes went wide.

“How…?” She whispered.

“I don’t know… are you… my soulmate?” Erik asked.

“I-I think so.”

Erik’s heart beat increased, his head began to spin.

The woman carefully approached the man, further examining the mark. There was no denying. They were identical marks, with no flaws.

“This can’t be… it can’t.” The woman whimpered, her eyes beginning to tear up. Erik gave her a worried and puzzled look.

“I’m just as lost as you… who are you?”

“Ah! N’Jadaka, I see you have met my wife.” T’Challa spoke happily as he grabbed his wife’s hand and pulled her closer to him. It took all of their willpower not to gasp. Erik felt his heart sink, and Layana quickly dried her teary eyes.

“N’Jadaka, I’d like you to meet my wife, Layana.” T’Challa spoke once more as Layana shook Erik’s extended hand.

They were both trying their hardest not to cause any suspicion, but after the revelation it proved to be a challenge.

“My love, this is my best friend, the one I was telling you about.”

“The one who always opened the rhino cages?” She joked, trying to change the awkward mood. T’Challa chuckled, completely unaware of the tension between his cousin and wife.

“Yeah… that’s me.” Erik replied, his hands inside his hoodie’s pocket. Layana could only hope this was a misunderstanding.

She was a happily married woman to a loving, caring, doting husband. The husband who made her the Queen of the best nation on Earth, giving her anything she could ever ask for. T’Challa was her soulmate, not Erik. It couldn’t be.

The feeling on her mark said otherwise.

“So, will you be joining us for lunch?” T’Challa asked as he grabbed Layana’s hand and began to walk toward the dining room. Erik took a deep breath and recomposed himself.

“Yeah. Right behind y’all.” He replied, walking with T’Challa and his wife. The King smiled brightly, having his best friend back.

The Queen however, was fighting a mental battle. How could this be possible?

She loved T’Challa. T’Challa gave her everything she could ask for. He was incredible…

But when she saw Erik and the slight touch of their handshake made it feel as if they had known each other for years.

Erik’s heart started to yearn for Layana. The more T’Challa pulled his wife closer, the more he felt his heart sink.

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A/N: I’m testing the waters with this one. Please, let me know what you think!

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#black panther #erik killmonger #t’challa udaku #erik killmonger x oc #raynnawrites #soulmate

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀،̲،̲⠀⠀⠀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀゛⠀Feelin’ like Adam when he first found out this existed ゛⠀Ha⸝ wow...⠀〟me and my Eve trying out our⠀⠀⠀first positions ゛⠀Ha⸝ yeah...⠀〟

summary：⠀⠀⠀ ‘’ ⠀⠀⠀An imagine turned drabble⸝ dating back as early as June of 2018 about Erik taking his long-term girlfriend⸝ Nirvana down to her garden for a late night session subsequently after putting their child to bed.⠀⠀⠀‘’

word count：553

pairing：n’jadaka╱erik ゛⠀killmonger⠀〟stevens ❪michael b. jordan❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪chaka khan⸝ circa 1977❫

forewarning：none thus far.

fun-size playlist：i. frank ocean - nature feels

author’s note：⠀⠀⠀‘’⠀⠀⠀I wrote this piece when the Black Panther Tumblr fandom was still poppin’ off back in the day. I think I might’ve gotten discouraged about writing or even posting it when seeing the way other people’s pieces were gaining so much traction then and just quit writing it completely when I was halfway through with it because of my apprehension of not being able to upkeep with everyone else. I also wasn’t as heavy on writing then as I am now；I was working a dead-end job and had a ton of toxic situations going on in my life then as well⸝ so that could also be why I hadn’t finished it. Maybe one day God’ll give me the courage to finish it⸝ but it’ll more than likely be with a different love interest although this is definitely not my first time using Nirvana’s character. This could also be an ongoing series for me；posting content from the past that I’ll more than likely will never finish⸝ I don’t know for sure yet. Nevertheless⸝ happy readings!⠀⠀⠀‘’

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓

ㅤㅤㅤ𝕰RIK STEVENS WAS THE KIND of person that always made sure his presence was felt, whether it was with his obnoxious laughter, belligerent attitude or heavy walking, all mannerisms in which he had sadly picked up while serving in the Central Intelligence Agency. Somehow it seemed to always abruptly alter when being in the tranquil aura of her or her offspring, even when he fought against it.

His laughter came off as more infectious than anything now, his attitude compassionate and as far as footsteps went? He trod lightly through the narrow hallways of her single-family household in his Nike brand crew socks while chewing at the plastic aglets of his vintage Cross Colours pull-over; his shadow striking against the smooth apricot colored walls as a result of the sunset casting through the foyer window and out through the crystal chandelier.

He was trying his hardest to avoid waking the child he had put down for bed no less than five minutes ago all while trying to avoid interfering with the low, but captivating humming he had became accustomed to hearing during this time of day, over the past three years as well. It was either that or the pungent aroma of cigarette smoke luring him in closer to the panel door of the master bedroom which was ajar.

What he had thought to be easy accessibility to being inconspicuous had actually turned out to be a trap in the short-run once he went to push the door open and the drawn-out sound of the hinges squeaking caught her attention.

Her low humming had subsided. She went from gazing out the picture window of the window seat to glancing over her shoulder at her bedroom doorway; her frizzy tresses following her every movement. The violet purple, hot pink and orange hues of the sunset engulfed her small silhouette like no other while swirl patterns of the cigarette smoke continued to transcend into thin air.

“Are you gonna continue to stand there or are you gonna join me?” He nasal voice had finally filled the quiet bedroom.

Erik really couldn’t help but to chuckle internally at the sassy attitude she was handing him before deciding to answer her question by approaching the window seat in which she rested on. He overshadowed her, not brief enough for her to assume he was plotting to make a move on her and not long enough for her to register that he was admiring her ethereal beauty again.

From the speckles adorning the bridge of her nose that she was infamously known to cover-up when stepping outside the house to her high cheekbones, Erik loved every fiber of her being, even if he was too masculine to admit it at times.

He finally released the damp aglets of his pull-over that were wedged between his molars before giving his woman his idea of a formal greeting. He playfully slapped her on the thigh which was only being covered by the sheer fabric of her stockings before plopping down beside her on the window seat and kicking his feet up while doing so.

Whether it’d be invading her personal space or his heavy hands, Erik was looking for any reason for her to complain so that he could put her in her place, but she hadn’t. Not even once.

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It's Okay, We're Okay

Pairing: Established Bucky x Fem!Reader

Characters: Avengers Cast

Summery: Snippets into an OC's life that I love, that sorta follows the cannon events of the Infinity SAGA. She is enhanced and maybe a little OP, but whatever lol

Warnings: Not beta'd! All mistakes are my own. Friends fluff, swearing, implied sex, kissing, flirting, marriage, character death. Sorta cannon compliant. Cannon is a suggestion. No use of YN and very little/no body description

Word Court: 6048

Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! ❤️

Please do not repost, translate or otherwise copy my work elsewhere, without my express permission, thank you! Lunaroserites on tumblr and ao3

“How about a semi stable 100 year old man,” Bucky said with a bright smile as he hugged Steve, his tone lighter than it had been in months. You couldn’t help but smile as you walked up toward the two. 

“And how about his semi stable almost 100 year old wife?” You mused, Steve looked at you for a moment before his eyes flicked to Bucky’s face. You held your hand up and a beautiful vibranium ring sat on your ring finger, Bucky held up his vibranium arm and flexed his fingers, the matching ring visibly different from the rest of his arm. Steve’s face broke out into an even bigger smile. 

“Congrats you guys,” he pulled you both in a one armed hug each. Bucky’s arm crept around your waist in the hug and you held Steve’s arm tightly. 

Natasha ran up to you and wrapped you in a tight hug, “congratulations!” You smiled at her and touched her forehead with yours. 

“What are we facing,” you asked, looking back to Steve. He delved into what we were about to face. “Well at least it will be easy,” you said sarcastically, leaning to Bucky’s side for some comfort. He held you tightly into his side for a brief moment. 

“I’ll give you two a moment,” Steve turned to speak with T’Challa and the rest of the crew. 

Bucky placed his hand on your cheek and leaned his forehead into yours, his metal hand holding your waist gently. You mirrored him, holding the back of his head and reaching up on your tiptoes to meet him halfway, your other hand splayed open on his chest. He stared contentedly into your eyes for a few moments, pouring all his love and affection into that look. 

“I love you,” you said softly and pressed a soft kiss to his plush lips. 

“I love you doll,” he whispered back after you pulled back. You took a couple deep breaths together and parted from one another. You rolled your shoulders and stretched your arms out, tilting your head side to side a couple times to warm up. 

“It’s okay.” 

“We’re okay,” he finished. 

“Looks like we have a battle to face,” you as you rejoined Steve and the rest of the crew. You cracked your knuckles, pulled your hood up, and unsheath your daggers.“Phantom out,” you faded into the shadows leaving a wave of calm behind as you flitted through the shadows toward the upcoming battle. “You better watch his ass Steve, he’s not as spry as he once was,” you teased into the ear piece. 

“You weren’t thinking that last night when you screamed my name, Honey” Bucky quipped back, you blushed. 

“Let’s keep the comms clean you two,” Steve said trying to sound stern, but you could pick the amusement out in his tone. 

“Oh don’t be a bitch,” you groaned as one of the weird alien creatures dodged your daggers. You screeched when one clipped your shoulder, it picked your scent up even though you were hidden in the shadows. One swift movement and the creature was dead with the blade of your dagger embedded in its skull. Pulling it out and shaking it off you heard Bucky curse on the comms and you were immediately heading toward him. 

You ran and dodged everyone and everything on the way to Bucky’s side. Still immersed in the shadows, you climbed up on Bucky’s back, he barely registered your weight as you perched on his shoulder as he picked up a small raccoon and spun around creating a circle of bullets hitting everything surrounding them. 

“How much for the arm?” It asked. 

“Not for sale,” you answered, reappearing, sitting on Bucky's shoulder with one leg crossed over the other and a smirk on your face. The raccoon looked perplexed as he looked you up and down for a moment before shaking his head. 

“I’ll get that arm,” you snorted at the racoon's declaration.

“Doll? Steve?” Bucky called, you turned around, Steve following suit and you watched in horror as Bucky’s legs started disappearing.

“Bucky?” You started running toward him, catching his hand in yours and his eyes bore into yours, you were falling to your knees as he disappeared more and more, dust clenched into your fist as his hand vanished. 

“I love…” and he was gone, the dull thunk of his gun hitting the ground filled your ears. 

“BUCKY!? BUCKY!” You screamed, an inhuman wail left your lips as your hands moved around the dust that scattered the ground where he fell. You didn’t register Steve’s arms wrap around you as he hauled you up and away from your husband’s body, dust. You kicked and wailed in his arms, sobs wrecking your body as you screamed for Bucky. 

“Hey, hey,” Steve’s voice was right in your ear as he gripped your arms to your sides, his other hand pulling your face into his neck. He was trying to sooth you, he maneuvered your body so you were being cradled into his chest, his big hand cupping the back of your head into his shoulder as you shook uncontrollably, sobs wrecking your throat.

“Bucky,” you sobbed, fisting Steve’s tactical suit. “Bucky…” your voice quieted as you cried into his shoulder as he held you tightly. 

“I know, I know,” he soothed, his hand rubbing up and down your back in circles like he did after he personally told you Bucky fell from that train. Another sod ripped though your trembling form. 

“Steve, I’m dreaming right? This is a nightmare right,” you pulled back and looked into his eyes, he had a far off look in them. That question mirrored the one you asked back then, and right now he wasn’t seeing Phantom, enhanced Avenger, he was seeing you, that tiny woman that held the heart of his best friend in her hands. Your voice was desperate, all you wanted to do was wake up in your bed cuddled up to your husband. But all you were met with were Steve’s saddened blue eyes. He shook his head and pulled you back into a tight hug. You sobbed again, all the strength in your body gone. 

1 week later 

You sat and stared out the window of the compound, you barely moved from that spot since Steve placed you there a week ago. You barely ate, all food made your stomach turn uncomfortably, everything reminded you of him. Looking at your ring brought silent sobs up, as your tear ducts were long empty from all the tears you shed. 

The sound of a glass hitting the table made you jump, you turned your head to look at where the noise came from. 

“You look awful,” Rocket said. You scoffed and looked away from him. He had spent the last week drinking Tony’s expensive liquor, your heart clenched at the thought of Tony, you still had no clue if he was still alive or where he was. 

You had dark bags under your eyes and your hair was greasy, your clothes only changed because Natasha took it upon herself to get you changed a couple days ago. You felt incredibly numb, the world was devoid of all feeling and colour. You were spiraling and you couldn’t stop. 

You flinched when cold glass touched your bare arm, you looked over and Rocket was holding out a glass of amber liquor. You took it and shot it back, welcoming the burn it caused. 

“He was your husband?” Rocket asked, tears stung your eyes as you closed them and sniffled before nodding. 

“Ye… yes,” you choked out. He gave you a sad look, and placed his paw on your arm where he touched the glass a moment before. Pulling back he lifted the bottle and tilted it toward you. You held the glass out and he topped it up. 

“To the loved ones we lost,” he clinked the bottle to your glass and you both tipped the drink back. You finished yours in one go, the burn less than the last time. He refilled the cup. 

“Tony’s gonna be pissed,” you couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled out of your throat. You wanted to blame it on the booze, but you haven’t been able to get drunk since 1946. Maybe it was the fact Rocket was the first person to look at you with something other than pity in the last week or the shock was finally starting to wear off. Whatever it was, you appreciated it. 

1 week later

That’s how your nights went for the next week. Sharing a drink or two of Tony’s expensive liquor with Rocket. You barely saw Steve and the rest of the team as they were busy with relief efforts. Whenever Steve was in the compound he had trouble evenlooking at you, like it hurt his heart more to see you so distant. 

“Tell me about him,” Rocket said as he topped your glass up. He usually avoided personal questions, so this was unusual. You sucked in a sharp breath before pulling your knees up to your chest and looking at the ring on your finger. A fresh wave of tears welled up and you blinked a couple times, you took a couple shuddering breaths before shaking your head and looking out the window, your chin on your knees. 

“He was everything to me,” you started. “We met after Steve saved him from Hydra back in the 40s,” Rocket gave you a questioning look. “Did you look up anything about Steve?” He nodded, “I know there’s not as much on Bucky and I out there.” He nodded again. “He could make anyone feel at ease, he was so effortlessly happy despite everything that was happening. I had heard girls talk about falling in love and it sounded like horse shit,” you chuckled. “But then I met him, and I knew instantly what they were talking about. Everything just felt right.” 

“Bucky and I were almost married back then. But it was postponed for the mission he went on to bring in Zola, and then he didn’t come home.”  

You pressed your palm to your eyes, “I was inconsolable, I’m surprised Howard didn’t send me back to America,” that name confused him. “Howard Stark is my adoptive brother. My mom died giving birth to me, dad wasn’t around, his mom and mine were best friends. So the Starks raised me as their own. That’s Tony’s dad.” He nodded again, he just listened. It was nice. 

“Back to Bucky, there was a celebration happening in the canteen on the camp after Steve saved the 107th, Peggy and I were the only women there who weren’t nurses. She had been speaking to Steve and Bucky, well more so flirting with Steve.” You giggled. 

“Steve made a comment ‘maybe she has a friend’ and I just so happened to need to speak with Steve right after Peggy, who was my best friend. So Steve made a comment after I left,” you chuckled thinking back. “Bucky asked me to dance that night and we ended up in his bunk, the rest is history really,” you chuckled. 

“He was so sweet, flirty and funny. I was smitten from the second he introduced himself when I was talking to Steve,” you said dreamily. “Howard was pissed, how dare his baby sister date, the horror,” a full laugh came out as you remembered the look of horror on Howard's face when he caught you sneaking out of the bunk house the next morning. Your laugh was light and airy, like sweet bells or chimes. Steve had been listening to you from the door as you recounted your time back then. A ghost of a smile on his face. 

“So what happened, how are you still here?” Rocket asked. 

“After Steve went into the ice,” you noticed Steve now, your eyes saddened for a moment. “Howard threw himself into trying to replicate the serum. I was his first test subject, it felt right. No one else could do it. I felt like I owed it to Steve and Bucky to try and make their legacies survive. Kinda stupid,” you chuckled again. “In ‘51 we heard whispers of the Winter Soldier, they sent me to investigate. No one else came back alive. I was captured by Cerberus, the human experimentation division of Hydra. They held me captive for 61 years, until someone fucked up and my location was compromised and Fury was able to pinpoint me. He sent Steve in and well, he was surprised to see a face from his past staring back at him when he defrosted me.” 

Rocket nodded, and looked over to Steve, “I never expected to see her staring back at me,” he said softly, taking a seat on the sofa. “I never expected her to be an enhanced.” 

“I had ended up back in Hydra's hands after the battle of New York in 2012. I had changed hands a few times during my 6 decades captured. Cerberus had gone rouge at some point and it was a constant battle to get me back between the two. Hydra got their hands on the staff and used it on me, to see what it could do,” it was hard to talk about what you went through. It sounded insane. “Steve was on a mission to see if he could find the staff when he found me in cryostasis.”

“Fury sent me on a mission to find the staff, but I’m pretty sure he was actually sending me to find her. When I confronted him about it he just shrugged,” Steve added, you nodded along with him, having been with Steve during that confrontation. 

 “Hydra was terrified of me because my abilities were quite strong. I can disappear into shadows, and manipulate emotions with some mild telepathy and telekinesis. I think it's just my control of shadows, but I don’t really know.” 

“I remember not believing my eyes, it was like seeing a ghost,” Steve murmured, you nodded. 

“Seeing Steve was shocking to me as well, last I knew he went down with a plane somewhere in the arctic,” you said back. Rocket listened intently. 

“I remember meeting Tony for the first time when you brought me back to the tower. I couldn’t believe it, Howard actually had a kid, a son,” you smiled. “He knew who I was. Apparently Howard talked about me a lot, and they had a picture of me in the house,” you looked down. Even though you were technically younger than him, you always felt like an aunt to him. “He called me auntie,” you chuckled, your eyes saddening again. “I miss them Steve,” you sighed and leaned back against the sofa. 

“How did you find Bucky?” Rocket asked. 

“He found us,” you laughed, and looked over at Steve. “HYDRA sent the Winter Soldier after us. It’s a long story.” You said quickly, “they wanted Cap gone and me back. I’ll never forget the emotions I felt that day in Washington when the Winter Soldier was revealed to be Bucky,” you shuddered thinking back to that fateful day that completely changed the trajectory of your life.

You three finished the bottle that night. 

1 week later 

You were finally up and about, trying to be useful when a ship touched down on the lawn of the compound.

“Tony!” You shouted, taking off in a sprint toward him as he walked down the ramp, a blue lady following him. You held on to him to keep him steady and he looked at you perplexed. 

“I lost the kid,” he said frantically. “I failed, I lost the kid,” he sounded so defeated. 

“We failed too, I lost Bucky,” he gave you a pained expression. “I’m sorry about the kid,” you said solemnly as you walked with him into the compound. Pepper hot on your heels. 

Steve asked him if he knew where Thanos might be, Tony gave him the most angry look you had ever seen. 

“Maybe we should let him rest,” you said softly, Tony already ripping into Steve and then he was given a sedative. 

The blue lady, Nebula as she introduced herself, had an idea on where to find Thanos, so you were traveling into space. Rocket had let you sit next to him, you two had grown very close in the last few weeks. 

Finding Thanos wasn’t as satisfying as you had hoped. He had destroyed the stones and there was no way to bring your loved ones back. Before Thor killed him you had jumped on his back and dug your fingers into his temples and made him relieve everything, every mistake, every failure and twisted his mind painfully, “this is for taking him from me again,” you ground out, tears pouring from your eyes and your head was pounding. Then Thor killed him, and it was unsatisfying. 

Time skip

Tony left the compound, telling Steve it was his. Pepper went with him. You were devastated. It took two years for you and Tony to get back on proper speaking terms. He held a lot of resentment towards you and Bucky, well for you still loving Bucky after he killed Howard and Marie. 

“I did horrible things to Tony,” you shouted. “Do you blame me?” He shook his head, fire in his eyes. 

“That’s different, it wasn’t you,” he bit back. 

“How? It wasn’t him either,” You snapped. 

“You didn’t kill my mom,” he said. 

“Tony. I know nothing will ever change that. But please, I’m begging you. Please try and understand it wasn’t Bucky either,” you said sadly, reaching out to touch his cheek. “Please. Bucky loved Howard, he wouldn’t have killed him or Marie if he was in control of his mind,” you said tenderly. Tony’s cheek connected with your palm and you rubbed your thumb over his cheek bone. “Please Tony, for me. I’m not asking for you to be friends or even forgive him. I’m asking for you to forgive me, to let me back in. You’re my only family left,” you said softly. 

He nodded a moment later, “okay,” he pulled you into a hug. “I missed you, I’m sorry you lost Barnes,” he said softly. You let out a breath of relief and hugged him back just as hard. “I’m sorry you lost the kid,” you felt him nod. 

You semi retired over the next few years, only helping out sometimes, you tried to live a semi normal life. You spent a lot of time with Tony and Pepper, enjoying getting to be an actual auntie to Morgan. She was like Tony’s mini me, and it made your heart ache you never got to know Tony as a boy.  Tony even broke down after some time and told you about Howard, how he was, you were baffled, as the man he described was nothing like the brother you grew up with. 

“If I were around, I would have kicked his ass,” you said one night while sharing a drink with Tony.

“Seeing how you are with Morgan, it would have been nice to have you around growing up,” he replied. “Dad talked about you a lot, he said I reminded him of you, you were just as impulsive and hard headed as I was apparently.” That made you throw your head back and laugh.  

“You remind me of Howard actually, I’m sorry you never really got to see that side of him,” your voice tapered off as you looked down at the liquor in your cup.

“I gotta ask, you and Barnes, did you,” he took a deep breath, “did you guys ever plan on having kids, white picket fence, a dog.” You knew it was still hard for him to bring up Bucky, it was a wound that would likely never heal.

You thought for a moment, rolling the ring around on your finger that you vowed to never remove, thinking back to when you and Bucky met and were young, full of hopes and dreams for a future stolen from you. “Yes, maybe a brownstone in Brooklyn though, or an acreage in upstate. A couple kids and a dog or two. The American Dream.” 

“I meant now, after you guys found one another again,” Tony said softly. 

“Oh, if you really look at it, we only have had a handful of months together that were semi peaceful, so we never really talked about it again,” you said sadly. You watched him nod and he touched your hand. 

“You would be a great mom,” Tony squeezed your hand. Tears welled up in your eyes at his kind words. “For what it’s worth, I know the gone can’t appreciate it. But you can, the living can. I forgive him. It will always hurt and part of me will always be raw about it. But I forgive him.” The tears fell now, and you sniffled while pulling Tony into a tight hug, relief flooding your body. 

Steve respected that you wanted to try and live life semi-normally. He would only call you to participate in the field when something required your abilities and expertise. 

With the help of Tony you were able to claim the trust Howard had set up for you after you disappeared in 1951. He apparently had a gut feeling you were still alive. Out there somewhere. Tony also helped with getting your stake in Stark Industries legitimized. You rented an apartment in New York, so you could still visit the compound easily. Not really wanting to buy a house yet or build one, part of you still held out that maybe one day you would get Bucky back and you two could start that family you both dreamed about. 

You were staring at Steve like he had ten heads just magically sprout out of his neck as you both stood in your living room. “Come again?” your heart pounded loudly and your palms were calmly, your brain going into overdrive as you clutched your hands in front of you.

“We might be able to get them back,” Steve said again, and your breath hitched, it was the most hopeful you heard him since before the blip. You stared at him in shock. 

“Don’t fuck with my heart Steve,” you voice cracked slightly. He shook his head. 

“I’m not I promise, we need to see if we can get Tony on board, I was hoping you would help,” Steve asked, almost begging. 

You stood next to Steve while Bruce tested the time machine van Scott brought to the compound. Both of you sighing when he came back as a baby, and then coming back himself in a soiled suit. 

Your heart beat spiked excitedly when you saw one of Tony’s sports cars fly up the compound's driveway, you squeezed Steve's hand, and he squeezed yours back. 

You didn’t time travel, there weren't enough suits or pym-practicals for you to go as well. You monitored the equipment while you waited for the team to come back. Losing Natasha was devastating, you comforted Clint after he got back. “I couldn’t save her,” he sounded broken and your heart shattered. 

You watched in horror as Bruce basically barbequed his arm to undo the snap. Everyone looked around at one another, trying to figure out if it worked or not. Your phone and Clint’s started ringing. You both walked over hesitantly, you grabbed yours. Sam’s face on the screen and you felt a sob get stuck in your throat. You and Clint shared a quick look before you both swiped to answer, placing the phone to your ear your breath hitched when you heard him. 

“Doll,” tears flooded your cheeks as you brought your hand to cover your mouth. 

“Bucky,” you choked out, “Buc…” a scream ripped through your throat as the compound collapsed around you, burying you and Clint. 

“Hello?” Clint groaned as he flashed his light around. 

“Help,” you coughed as rubble shifted on top of you. “Clint,” you called out. 

“Come on kid,” he said, holding your hand as he pulled you free. 

“I’m older than you Clint,” you laughed a dry laugh, rubbing the dirt off your face. He gave you a deadpan expression. “Sorry,” you raised your hand up in surrender. 

“Shit,” you looked down at the ground, the gauntlet was sitting in front of you two. Then you heard it, it was faint. Clint immediately sent a torch arrow through the tunnel, revealing creatures similar to the ones you fought in Wakanda. Clint quickly grabbed the gauntlet and you both ran for it. 

“God I hate those things,” you groaned as you ran alongside Clint. 

“You fought them before?” He asked. 

“In Wakanda before the blip,” he nodded as he  shot explosive arrows into the pipes. The explosion caused you both to fly forward and you fell on top of him. With a groan you rolled off him and quickly sprang up. More were coming, he looked up and shot a grapple up and offered you his hand. You shook your hand and sunk into the shadows and crawled up the wall in them as he cut one of the creatures down. As he landed from his grapple, you jammed your dagger into the floor and used your momentum to kick one of them back down the hole. 

He raised his blade over the hole and yelled before rolling over and lying down for a moment, you followed suit groaning with him. 

“Oh hey I know you,” Clint murmured as Nebula came and took the gauntlet. 

“Father, I have the stones,” your eyes snapped open and you looked at her. You sunk into the shadows before she could stop you. 

“You what?” Clint mumbled, he was shocked and more awake now. She placed her boot on his chest and pointed a gun at him. 

“Stop,” a new voice said. A lady whose skin was green entered with a gun pointed at Nebula came in. Nebula moved, her gun still pointed at Clint’s head as you skulked through the shadows to get behind her. 

“You’re betraying us?” other Nebula asked, as the other lady held her arm steady, the gun aimed at her. Another Nebula came in with her hands up and Clint jumped out from the middle of them. You sent a small pulse of calm toward him so he could still feel you there with him. 

“You don’t have to do this,” your Nebula says. 

“I am this,” the other retorts. 

“No you're not,” the green lady says, you stayed still and watched. Poised to strike when needed. 

“You’ve seen what we’ve become,” your Nebula says softly as she walks towards the other. 

“Nebula, listen to her,” the other lady urged. 

“You can change,” the green lady dropped her gun, you tensed. 

“He won’t let me,” the other Nebula said tearfully and aimed her gun at the green lady. You sprung forward and grabbed her arms from behind revealing yourself completely, as your Nebula shot her. You gasped and dropped to the ground and started hyperventilating, feeling all over your chest for damage. Clint was to your side in an instant checking you over. 

“Okay, breathe, breathe,” you took a sharp breath and stared into Clint’s eyes, yours wild and terrified. 

“It’s okay, we’re okay,” you repeat your mantra out loud. You scrambled up as Clint grabbed the gauntlet and you two ran. 

Wakanda 2023 Post Unsnap 

Bucky woke up face down in the dirt, and he was very confused. Sam was to his side instantaneously and pulled him up. 

“What the hell happened?” Bucky shook his head and looked around. “Doll? Doll!” He shouted. “Where are you?” He called out, hoping for an answer he was met with silence. 

“I have no idea,” Sam looked bewildered, “I’m going to call her,” he said and dialed your number, he didn’t get an answer and Bucky’s stomach tied itself in knots as he heard it ring. When he heard her breath as she answered. 

“Doll?” He asked breathlessly, she didn’t answer for a couple beats but then her sweet voice crackled through the phone. 

“Bucky,” a breath of relief flooded him as he heard her voice. “Buc..” he heard her scream and the sound of falling rubble and then the line went dead. 

“Doll?” Bucky called frantically, “Doll!?” He screamed into the phone. 

“Barnes,” Sam said sternly. “Barnes,” he tried again. “Bucky!” He grabbed him by the shoulders and made him look at him. “We’ll get to her,” Sam promised, his own heart twisting. 

Golden circles opened up suddenly in front of them, Wanda and Groot joining them as they looked through the portals in bewilderment. “We’re Masters of the Mythic Arts, your team needs help facing Thanos.” 

Avengers Compound 2023

“Did anyone ever tell you, you talk too much,” you shouted as you reappeared next to Steve. He looked awful. You looked around you and your heart beat slowed as you took everything in. You couldn’t see Tony or Thor. Or anyone else for that matter, Clint sent you ahead to try and find Cap since you could move faster in the shadows than he could run. 

“Ca,” a muffled sound crackled through the comm in Steve’s ears, yours crackling to life as well. “Cap? It’s Sam.” The comm cleared, “on your left,” golden circles opened what looked like portals and T’Challa, Shuri and Okoye walked though. Sam flew out right after and your heart soared as you watched him fly above and circle back, landing in front of you and Steve.   

Bucky walked though one of the portals and you could have screamed for joy. Your stomach started somersaulting and your heart rate spiked. “Go,” Steve said softly. You took off toward Bucky, his arm opening to you almost instantly as you body slammed into him a moment later. His arm wrapped tightly around your waist and yours wrapped around his neck. He inhaled a deep breath through his nose that was buried into your hair. 

You pulled back and placed your hand on his cheeks and smiled brightly up at him, “Bucky,” you were crying. 

“Doll,” he whispered back. In his arm you turned toward Thanos again, Bucky’s arm secured around your waist as you faced the purple monster. You looked at one another once more before nodding at each other. 

“I love you,” you said softly. 

“I love you too,” he said back tenderly. 

“It’s okay.”

“We’re okay.”

“AVENGERS!” Steve shouted. “Assemble.” It was chaos the moment he finished. 

“Let’s do this. Phantom out,” you faded into the shadows instantly. 

You danced around slicing at anything that got to close, trying to track Clint to figure out where he had made it off too when you went ahead. 

You kept close to Bucky and stabbed a rogue creature that almost got Rocket. He whipped around and you half appeared smiling at him before throwing a knife and embedding into the skull of a creature that was too close to Bucky for your liking. 

“Hey Daisy,” Rocket chuckled. The nickname he coined for you a few years back stuck hard, and you didn’t hate it. Bucky looked over his shoulder with a questioning expression before shrugging and continuing what he was doing. You slipped back into the shadows and kept fighting. 

“Bucky the kid,” you shouted as you tried to dodge the oncoming fire. “I got you, protect him,” you watched as Bucky jumped forward and took a hit, your shadows protecting him. You scrambled forward and checked on him. The gun fire lulled for a moment and started firing in the sky. 

A missile like something started taking out the ship. You and Bucky watched in awe as it started to fall apart and fall into the lake. 

“You got something for me?” Carol asked. 

Peter handed her the gauntlet, “I don’t know how you’re gonna get it through all that.” 

“Don’t worry, she’s got help,” Okoye said as you all appeared around him. You emerged from the shadows for a moment and nodded to Wanda, smiling at her, she smiled back. 

Pepper was pulling Peter away from him, “Tony,” you ran forward and fell to your knees next to him and took his head in your hands. “Tony.” You felt tears slip down your cheeks as you let him go and crawled backwards, collapsing to the ground, Peter falling next to you, you pulled him into a hug. 

It was Bucky that pulled you up into his arms a short while later, you completely gave your strength over to him and went completely limp in his grasp. He looked down at you tenderly and nuzzled his nose into your hair softly. “It’s okay, we’re okay,” his voice was soothing and raw. 

“I love you 3000,” you placed your hand over your mouth and stifled the sob that threatened to come out and leaned your head into Steve’s shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you and hugged you to him. Your heart broke for Morgan, his little mini me.

While Pepper gathered the ceremonial ‘Tony Stark Has A Heart,’ bouquet, Morgan toddled over to you. You crouched down to her level and gave her a big hug. She pulled back and her little face full of tears, you whipped them gently and smiled at her. 

“It’s okay,” you said softly into her hair as you pulled her back into another hug. 

“We’re okay,” she caught you off guard by finishing the mantra you repeated regularly. It was a safety net for you, something that soothed your soul in the darkest of times. You couldn't count how many times you said it to her when she would fall and hurt herself or if she had a bad dream or if she missed her parents when you watched her.  

Too hear you say it brought some sense of calm to you and nodded at her. “We are,” you cupped her cheek and smiled at her. “Dad will always love you, and he’ll always be right here,” you touched her heart, “and right here,” you touched her temple. She smiled sadly at you. 

“Luv you auntie,” she whispered before going back to her mom.   

As you followed Pepper out of the house, you joined Bucky’s side to watch her set Tony's heart adrift on the lake. He wrapped his arm around you and held you close. 

“I’m sorry you lost him,” Bucky said quietly as you watched on. You let out a deep shuddering sigh and nodded. 

“He forgave you after everything,” you murmured softly, your eyes sad. “I’m sad he never got to tell you himself.” Bucky kissed your temple gently and nodded against your head. 

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back,” Steve said to Bucky with a smile. 

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you,” he murmured back and they hugged. 

He looked at you and smiled, “it’s okay,” he said softly. 

“We’re okay,” you finished. He pulled you into a hug tightly before letting go to bring the stones back. 

“I’m gonna miss you punk,” Bucky said softly. 

“It’s gonna be okay Buck,” Steve said as he stepped on the platform. 

Something screamed inside you that something was going to happen, you and Bucky stood side by side while Sam hammered on Bruce to figure out what happened. 

“Hey Sam,” Bucky called as you two looked toward a man sitting on a bench. You approached it first and looked at him, you swallowed hard. 

“Steve,” your voice cracked. He smiled up at you. 

“I’m so proud of you. Keep each other safe, and love hard,” you reached forward and wrapped him in a tight hug for a moment. You looked at his hand and noticed the ring.

“I’m glad you got to be happy, we’ll miss you. It’s okay,” you whispered as you stepped back. 

“We’re okay,” he nodded back. You walked away while wiping a tear from your eye and joined Bucky again while Sam went and spoke with him. 

“You don’t want to say anything,” you whispered to him, he wrapped his arm around you gently and pulled you close as he watched. 

“No,” Bucky said simply. You nodded and pressed your head into his shoulder. 

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Unbreakable Part 3 (Erik Killmonger x OC)

Warnings: none...

A/n: a little pre-Christmas gift. Enjoy!

Naja pushed the knife into his side, not enough to draw blood but just enough for him to feel it. 

“Yield.” 

“Aight girl, damn.” Naja smirked to herself before letting him go and sliding the knives back into their sheaths at her waist. “You don’t know the difference between friendly training ’n a real fight, do you?” 

“Well, this isn’t friendly so…” she shrugged, though she found her tone was not the entirely cold one she hoped it would be as she went to grab water. “And a person who thinks any fight is friendly is a person who won’t live long. No one out there is going to fight friendly so why would I train as such? Easy way to meet the ancestors faster if you ask me.” 

His response, not that he did not agree with it, shocked him. Every day, he realized just how truly different she was now. Or at least, how different she outwardly showed herself to be. But it could not have just been their break up, he reasoned. It had to be something else to harden her to this degree. 

“May I ask you something?” 

He lifted his head. “Well that would involve talking to me?” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll make you a deal. Tell me how you keep beatin’ my ass and I’ll answer your question.”

Naja mulled over his compromise for a moment before nodding, the terms seemed logical and fair enough. She crossed back over the mat to stand in front of him.  

“It’s not that hard. You fight like most overconfident men, feel free to take offense to that, by the way.” He merely rolled her eyes. Her jabs seemed to roll off his back, which annoyed her to no end. “Like you’re the biggest and strongest, you merely throw your weight around with little skill. And you can get away with that when you are indeed the biggest and the strongest. Most people can’t overpower brute strength. But I’ve never been the strongest and never will be. Certainly not the biggest in a fight and likely also never will be. So I rely on skill and skill alone. And my other senses. It’s obvious you know how to fight and have skill, even if it is… lacking since you took the herb. Because you know only a handful of equally enhanced people could hope to beat you. You want to beat me? Focus on using your mind to beat me, not those giant muscles,” she gestured at his bulging biceps. 

“Damn, you good. And right. That first day I fought you was my first time fightin’ in a year. Maybe you can teach me some of those skills?” 

Naja stared at him for a few moments before acquiescing. She would never admit it to him but she enjoyed their afternoon sparring sessions. Though they had been at it for a week, this was the most they had spoken in their sessions. He did not push conversation on her even though she could always tell there was a question on the tip of his lips. But their time together steadily opened the release valve on the tension between them even if they did not speak to each other. Every blow, grunt, and kick chipped away at the barrier between them, just as - she imagined - he knew it would. She hated that his plan was working. 

“Deal. We’ll try some new things tomorrow.” 

“I’m a man of my word… now,” he added with a chuckle when her eyebrow raised. “What do you wanna know?” 

“How did a man who vowed to sooner destroy Wakanda before he stepped foot in it again manage to get his hands on our most sacred herb?” 

He scratched the nape of his neck, that was not the question he was expecting. But it was a fair one. He had once vowed to burn Wakanda to the ground for what they took from him. And now he was back, serving the country as loyally as any other soul would, had given up more than most would - though he chose not to think about the long-term freedoms he gave up for it. Only T’Challa knew the road that led him back, that changed his mind. 

“You weren’t wrong…” he closed the space between them. 

“I rarely am,” she offered, which made him laugh. 

Conceded but true, he thought to himself. 

“T’Challa and I did reconnect after his father died… couple years before the Blip. He gave me a set of beads and told me if I ever needed anythin’, call him. Never thought I’d need to call it in, never thought I’d need him. And then… shit hit the fan after the Blip, tried to save someone instead of myself and got shot.” He gestured toward the faintest scar among the raised scarring on his chest. “Escaped, used one of the beads to stabilize myself, called T’Challa. By the time they got me back, the herb was the only option.” 

“You were shot?” She whispered. Without thinking, her hand reached to his scarred chest and grazed over the faint line left behind. It was barely visible against the bumps that marred his perfect skin. The picture of it pained her soul, the idea of him floating between life and death. “I d-don’t understand you,” she whispered with a soft chuckle and head shake. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You claimed to have no room in your heart for anyone, claimed to love nothing and no one. Who on this planet was worth almost dying for?” 

Erik grabbed her hand, holding it to his chest, which tore her eyes from his scar to his deep brown ones. 

“Someone who reminded me of the most important thing I sacrificed, the thing I always wanted to get back to.” 

She could feel the ice between them, the ice she so desperately clung to, melting away as if someone set it ablaze. It could not withstand this, this fire that brewed between them under the surface of disdain. She could no longer ignore it in favor of righteous rage. He was making it impossible to do so. She wanted to resist it, break free of him and this spell he kept putting her under. But his pull was impossible to resist. She was paralyzed there with him and that terrified her. 

“W-why’d you stay?” 

“I saw my dad in the Ancestral Plane. Reminded me that I… I had been on the run from hard shit long enough, that I made mistakes and I needed to stay and fix them. Atone for them. So I vowed to stick around this time and do that.”

“And did you? Fix it?” Her voice was reduced to a whisper. 

“Some of it. Some are proving harder but I got 5 or 6 weeks left.” 

She wished Bast would send her some snappy retort, something to remind him that she hated him. However, there was nothing. No jabs, no anger, nothing she could offer. The old her, the one she buried beneath everything she was today, yearned for him as if he were oxygen for her to breathe. But she couldn’t, couldn’t let her out again, allow herself to be hurt like that again.

“What if t-that isn’t enough? What if t-there’s t-too much damage?” 

He shrugged. “With enough work, anything can be fixed. And I ain’t ever let a challenge stop me.” 

She let out a shaky breath as his face leaned in closer to hers. It was as if something transported her back to her teens. She was 16 again, sneaking through the caves of the falls with Erik, ready to fall into the roaring river that was him. And here she was, foolishly, teetering on that edge again. And the rope that kept her tethered to the edge, a decade of pain and anger, that was fraying at the middle with each passing moment in his presence. 

However, she was thankful when both of their beads rang out loudly, a cannon that forced them away from each other. 

Thank Bast, she thought to herself. She still answered some prayers.

“It’s T’Challa,” she mumbled. “W-We should go.” 

Erik tried to mask the crestfallen look on his face before he nodded and followed her out. Every day he had to remind himself that movement and rebuilding was slow tedious work. And his road back into Naja’s good graces would a long one.

***

Naja tossed and turned, groaning slightly to herself. Sleep was more difficult in Wakanda than she thought it would be. She was used to holding late hours, whether for her shifts at the bar or for activities that required the cover of night before sleeping until noon. It also did not help how soft her bed was. She had long left the luxuries of Wakanda behind and now they were difficult to grow accustomed to again. 

Her family was determined to use every moment of her time with them. A certain adorable prince demanded Naja’s attendance at breakfast before he went to school, which meant early mornings with the family. She spent most of the day with Nakia and the baby before sparring with Erik in the afternoon, an activity she hated to admit she looked forward to. 

“You aren’t sleeping,” she mumbled to herself before sliding out of bed. She grabbed her long duster to provide some level of decency to her short sleeping shorts and tank top. She wished she had the company of man to help her at least feel tired but she did not. Besides, everytime she thought about it… there was only one man that came to mind and that was beyond out of the question. 

She slid on her slippers and, because she was who she was, grabbed her gun from under her pillow and tucked it in the waistband of her shorts. What would she need it for? She did not know but she did not go anywhere at night without it. 

She slipped out of her quarters, nodding at the two Dora who stood guard outside her wing. They did not follow her, thank Bast. But that had been the compromise. 

She meandered through the halls, soft candles leading her around as she wandered. A soft wind blew through the open halls of the palace, leading her to the gardens. She walked through, savoring the beauty and quiet of the space. She settled in a patch that grew vibrant blue lilies she knew Nakia had planted as they grew along the falls. They were her personal favorites. She sat there and studied them, noting every shade of blue in each petal. They reminded her of a softer life, a softer time. She used to keep a bouquet of them by her bed when she was young. 

She had no desire to go back there but she could not pretend that sometimes she didn't missed it. She missed the girl that could fall asleep on mattresses that felt like clouds and became gleeful at pretty flowers. Who sought out the beauty in every person, not the ulterior motives they had to harm her. That girl was dead and buried, rightfully so but she was missed. 

As quickly as her reminiscing started, it ended as she felt a presence behind her. Instinctively, she jumped up and grabbed her gun, pointing it at Erik. 

“Ain’t seen someone move that fast in a minute,” he offered, admiration in his voice despite the gun aimed between his eyes. “You a good shot?” 

“Better than you I’m sure,” she mumbled. “They didn’t teach you at your assassin school about sneaking up on other assassins?” 

“Wasn’t sneakin’. I said your name twice before you almost blew my head off.” 

Naja blinked a few times in shock. “Oh, sorry, don’t know how I didn’t hear you.” She stowed her weapon back behind her back and shifted her weight awkwardly. “Couldn’t sleep either?” 

“Nah… just don’t need it much anymore. One of the benefits of the herb. Lots of time to wander and think.” 

Some nights, the restlessness in his spirit was simply unbearable so he just wandered. He often left the palace and went to his favorite spots in the country. But some nights like tonight, he just walked around the palace. Since he moved in, he imagined he had learned every nook and cranny. No one ever bothered him or even tried to stop him, though he knew every midnight stroll made its way back to T’Challa. 

He had free range but he also knew T’Challa kept a close eye on him. He was not intrusive or overbearing so Erik chose to ignore it and let T’Challa do whatever he needed to do to feel secure about Erik’s residency there. And though T’Challa would never admit it, Erik also knew that his spying had an ulterior motive driven by a fear that T’Challa would wake up one day and Erik would have disappeared without warning or a goodbye. 

That was not him anymore, he had learned his lesson years ago. Learned the irreversible pain abandoning people without thought or care for them did. And he vowed that he would never make such a callous choice again, especially since he would likely spend the rest of his life making up for the last time. If he could have, Bast knew he would go back and do so many things differently, make so many different choices. That was all the last 15 years had been: years and years to contemplate the terrible decisions he made in his youth. 

“And opportunities to steal from the kitchens?” she gestured toward the wrapped up napkins in his hand. 

“Another benefit or curse of the herb, dependin’ on how you look at it. Always hungry as fuck.” 

She chuckled. “I can relate,” she admitted. “To the hungry part at least.” 

Erik studied her for a minute before reaching his hand out, handing her the wrapped up food. She raised an eyebrow before taking it and opening it, revealing her favorite dessert, a Wakandan lime cake that she had not had in years but adored. 

“Wanna share? It’s that recipe you always loved.” 

She wanted to say no but she saw it for what it was: a peace offering. At least for them at this moment, even if it did not last till the sun rose in the morning. 

She settled back in her spot, Erik sitting next to her, the cake perched on his knee as they each broke off pieces. She stifled a moan as the flavors hit her taste buds. 

“Bast… I forgot how good that was. Thanks for sharing. I hope you didn’t poison it or something.” 

“You hate me, not the other way around, remember?” 

Yes, you do hate him. Remember?? A voice yelled in her head. But did she? Really? Cause everything she felt right now was far from hate. Complicated, yes? But hate was not complicated at all. 

“Right. Wouldn’t be wise on your part to accept any cake from me then.” She grabbed another piece and popped it in her mouth before laying back in the soft grass. Her eyes studied the stars as they laid there in silence, Erik quietly handing her pieces of cake as he watched her. 

“Can I ask you somethin’? You owe me at least that, eating all my damn cake.” Not that he minded. 

“I’m nothing if not fair. What do you want to know?” 

Erik wanted to know so much, he wanted to know everything that had happened to her in the last 15 years but he knew it was a slow build to gaining her trust again. Which meant he had to start with a soft ball, something simple and easy that would not ruffle any feathers. 

“Been readin’ war dog files and most choose jobs and covers that… give them comfort. You chose a bartender in the poorest part of the country, why?” 

Naja turned onto her side to look at him. This was the most relaxed Erik had seen her since he arrived and he loved it. 

“T’Challa asked the same thing when I picked it,” she chuckled. “When I was assigned to Niganda as home base, I knew I needed to keep a low profile, I needed to be flexible and available for missions. And the poorest village in any country is the most overlooked. Knew no one would look twice. Perfect place to hide. And then I just grew to love it, the people… the heart of it. They don’t have much but everyone does everything they can for everyone. And I became a war dog to help people. If I was going to take lives, I figured I could help them too. And then it just became home.” 

“You are so different now…” he mumbled as he stared at her. 

She shrugged. “Had to be. Wasn’t going to survive any other way. Suppose I should thank you for that? If you hadn’t…” she did not want to say it. “Left, I wouldn’t be who I am today.” 

“And is she better than who you were?” He asked, holding her gaze. 

“She’s stronger. She won’t be broken ever again. She can’t be.” 

Erik knew he should quit while he was ahead. They were dancing into dangerous territory that could undo the fragile peace they had created between them. But he could not stop himself. He hated that she thought such things about herself, hated that she thought so lowly of herself. 

“What makes you think she wasn’t strong?” 

“Because she…” Naja stopped herself. She did not think she could go down this road with him. He wanted vulnerability and she was not interested in giving it to him. He did not deserve it. “I believe you asked for one question… not eight follow ups,” she joked. “I should head back to my room.” She stood up and dusted off her clothes. “Thanks for the cake.” 

Erik sighed. He figured he was taking it too far but he lost control when he was with her. Forgot about his obligations and all the things his brain knew he should not do. All he could think about was what his heart wanted and that was her, all of her. 

“Let me walk you back.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t need an escort.” 

“I know you don’t. Humor a nigga, damn. Were you always this stubborn?” 

Naja snorted. “Another consequence of your actions,” she shrugged. 

“Well your suite’s on the way to mine so we can walk in that direction together.” 

“You don’t give up, do you?” 

He closed the space between them, heat rising in Naja’s entire body as he stared down at her. “Nope. But I was always like that.” 

She did not say anything, there was no response she could offer that did not betray her. If she stayed in his presence, under his smolder much longer, he would end up in her bed. She had far less self control than he gave her credit for. 

She turned and walked back in the direction she came. They did not say much as they walked through the silent halls until they were back in front of her suite. 

“Thanks for the cake and conversation. It was nice,” she admitted. 

“How painful was that?” At her confused expression, Erik added. “To say somethin’  nice to me?” 

Naja laughed loudly. Fuck, Eirk forgot how much he missed that sound. “Very. Don’t make me regret it. And say a word of it to anyone else and I’ll show you how good of a shot I am,” she warned. 

“Fine if you do somethin’ for me? Next time you can’t sleep and want to go wanderin’, call me. I know all the best spots for us night owls.” 

She studied him. Everything in her warred. Her heart demanded she say yes, the voice she listened to the least. Her brain simply demanded she remember everything he had done to her, how he had destroyed her. But her heart recognized his effort, recognized that he was trying to earn her trust back. And what did she gain by pretending it was not working to some degree? But doing so scared her. Her anger and rage toward him had been fuel to survive, she did not know who she was without it. But even that fear was not strong enough to make her say that simple word: no. 

He had infiltrated every aspect of her being and there was only so much resistance she could put up.

“Fine. But this changes nothing between us. I just don’t enjoy wandering alone.” She did not even understand the point of adding that caveat. It was not true. The sum of two conversations had changed everything between them. 

Erik was not even annoyed or angry at her words. He deserved 99% of the lashings she gave him. He was honestly surprised she even said yes. But he would not complain, the barrier softened with every passing day and he would take whatever he could get. 

“I know. You still hate me. Understood. See you on the mat, Naja.” 

“Night.” 

Naja watched him walk off before closing the door to her room. She slumped against the door. 

“Fuck me,” she muttered before climbing into bed. 

However, she could not deny that Erik had a certain effect on her because she slept the rest of the night. Though her brain plagued her with dreams, or in her opinion nightmares, of him. Of her falling for him yet again. And each one ended the same way: with him leaving her heartbroken and alone. 

She was only pulled out of her dreams at a knock at her door. She groaned, wondering who had lost all common sense and was bothering her. She rubbed her eyes, noticing the sun was high in the sky. She glanced at her clock, breakfast was in a short while which meant she did not need to scream at whatever poor soul stood on the other side of her door. 

She slid on her robe and pulled open the door. 

“Sister Naja? I have a delivery for you.” The woman held a vase of blue flame lilies in her arms. “There’s also a note.” 

“Who are they from?” Naja asked, though she already knew the answer. 

“They said you would know.” and with that, she handed her the vase and note and walked away. Naja sat on her bed, sliding the vase down on her bedside table before opening the note. 

A girl once told me she liked to wake up to these every day because they were a reminder of the beauty in our world. One of the many lessons that girl taught me was that strength and beauty can co-exist. It took me too long to learn that lesson but when I did, it changed my life. I hope you haven’t forgotten it. 

A tear slid down her cheek as she studied the flowers. 

“I hate him so much,” she whispered to herself. But she knew the truth, the only thing she hated about Erik was how much she still loved him. And really, that was what she hated about herself more. 

***

“Again!” Naja demanded as she jumped to her feet. She spun the spear around her in her hand before stabbing into the soft material of the mat. 

Erik braced himself on his knees. “How the fuck you keep doin’ that shit? It’s like I ain’t even tryin’. This shit’s effortless for you.” 

“I’m just that good,” she winked at him before sighing. “I think you need an incentive.” 

“What makes you think that?” 

“Because this isn’t working. It would be easier to teach a penguin to fly than this… and less painful.” 

“So you got jokes? I’m gettin’ my ass beat... and you got jokes." 

Naja closed the space between them. “You’re getting your ass beat because you aren’t trying. You’re pulling your punches and holding back because you don’t want to hurt me. I’m not a child playing on the grown-ups’ mat. Fight me as you would fight any man out there. But I know you. You’ve always had a competitive spirit so let’s make a bet. Best two out of three and whoever wins gets whatever they want. Once in a lifetime opportunity. You in?”  

Erik’s ears immediately perked up. “You serious?” 

“Yes. You need an incentive, so make your wager good. Something you’d fight to the death for.” 

Erik saw a golden path laid out in front of him. This felt too good to be true. But she was completely and totally serious. She was offering him anything in this world. He knew she would fight equally hard to win but he had to try. Big risk, big reward was always his motto. 

“If I win, let me take you out to dinner.” 

Naja immediately shook her head. She clearly had not thought this plan through properly. Wandering through the palace and sparring together was one thing. She could be friendly with him again but she would not date him or intentionally foster the romantic feelings she felt for him. Never again.

“Absolutely not.” 

“You said somethin’ I’d fight to death for and any good spy knows to be specific and you didn’t give any parameters. So that’s it. One dinner outside the palace with me. Besides… it’s gotta be somethin’ you’d fight equally hard to ensure I lost. Gotta make it a fair fight.” 

He knew Naja was principled enough not to go back on her word. She wanted him to fight harder, this would certainly do it. But she hated that he kept trying, kept poking at her soft spots to make her fully cave for him. He was playing her like a fiddle and she was too weak  to stop him. 

However, a small piece of her demanded she resisted the pull to say yes and let Bast and fate decide what happened next.

“One dinner isn’t going to change anything between us. Pick something else.” 

“No. I can be just as stubborn as you.” 

“Pick. Something. Else.” She practically screamed at him, everything in her ignoring the electricity that sparked when they were they close. He woke up every cell in her body, charged her with energy and passion and lust. Everything she did not want to feel for him.

There was no space for Bast between them as they stood off. Despite their significant height difference, Naja did not cower. She stood tall before him even though she barely reached his chin.

“No. You can hate me, despise me. I don’t care. But I won’t stop tryin’, Naja. Even if all I can do is show you I’ve changed and that I regret what I did to you so you can hate me a little less. If that’s all I get, I can live with that. But I can't live knowing I didn't try so I’m gonna use every minute I got to show you. That’s a promise.” 

Naja pulled herself to the fullest height she could. “It won’t work.” 

“If you’re so sure it won’t work, then it shouldn’t be a problem.” 

Naja sucked her teeth. There was no retort for that… at least not one that would get her out of this hellish situation.  “Fine. Pick your weapon.” 

Once they both had their chosen spears in hand, the training center filled with the loud clashing of vibranium. Naja fought with every ounce of intensity she could muster, landing Erik on his back with her spear gently poking his chest in a few short minutes. 

“One for me. Feels like you played this little game all wrong. Instead of giving yourself an incentive, you just gave me a better one to beat your ass.” 

Erik bared his teeth with a menacing smile, his golden grill glistening slightly in the light before he pushed himself to his feet. “I played the game exactly like I wanted to, baby girl. But I like it when you talk shit.” 

Naja bristled at the pet name he used to call her. She imagined he pulled it out simply to touch a nerve but it sounded so effortless too. No one had called her that since him and it, like the flowers he gave her, woke something in her she thought was dead and gone. 

What Naja did not know is that Erik had used the first round to his advantage. He used the time to study her, how she attacked, which weak spots she would go for first. So during the second round, he met her blow for blow, blocking every single one with such precision that she could not hide her shock and surprise. 

“I knew you were holding out on me.” 

“What half assed assassin school did you go to where they didn’t teach you the number 1 rule?” he asked as he slashed the blunt end of his spear against her back, causing her to fall to the ground. 

It was the first time he grounded her but even in her shock, she rolled to her side and immediately bounced to her feet, ignoring the lack of air in her lungs. 

Fuck, she was exhausted. And she knew then that she was screwed. 

“And what’s… that?” 

“No one’s your friend so you should never show all your tricks. And you’ve been showing me all of yours for weeks.” 

And just as Naja lunged to take him down, Erik grabbed the end of her spear and yanked her against his chest. With a move she had never seen before, he twisted the weapon out of her grasp and her arm behind her back, forcing her to remain flush to his chest. For good measure and to prove he had won the round, he grabbed a knife he kept hidden in his vest and held it to her throat. 

“Yield.” 

Naja could feel every scar on his chest pressed against her bare skin as she fought him in only a sports bra and leggings. She could feel every muscle and ounce of strength against her. 

“Screw you,” she spat angrily as she yanked her arm free and turned to face him. 

“I forgot you were a sore loser. One to one. One more round, baby girl.” 

“Call me that again and you’ll meet Bast a lot sooner than you want to.” 

They both crouched down into their fighting stances and pounced. It was more than a dance this time, it was the performance of a lifetime for both of them. There was too much on the line… everything was on the line. Every trick, hidden skill, ruthless action they could use without killing the other, they did. They were fighting to win and they were two people who never lost. 

Everytime each of them thought they had the other in their crosshairs, they found a way to weasel out of them. Naja was afraid of how sore she would be in the morning but she did not care. For all intents and purposes, she was fighting for her life on that mat. Losing her dignity to Erik Stevens again was not an option. 

However, Erik knew one thing that Naja did not want to admit. His enhancements meant that he could last longer in a fight than any of his opponents, even if they were better fighters. He did not have to outfight Naja… he simply had to outlast her. And sure enough, as this round went on for nearly double the amount of time as the others, he could see her movements grow tired and slower. She usually moved with the precision and quickness of a machine. But she was not a machine, she was human and the human body had a limit. She was reaching hers. 

Erik thought about dragging it out but he was a victor ready to claim his prize. While he was the type of monster who enjoyed playing with his food before he went in for the kill, he knew this win would be delicious without all that. 

He waited until Naja lunged for him before he spun away from her and kicked the back of her knee. She groaned in pain as she toppled like a tree. Her usual move to return to her feet was too slow, giving Erik the chance to straddle her hips and pin her hands to the ground. 

“Yield.” He demanded, his voice low and domineering. 

She bucked against him a few times to get him off of her, frustrated at the heaviness that was him against her small frame. She was stuck beneath him and she had lost. They both knew it. 

Her chest heaved and Erik found it difficult not to let his eyes fall to her full chest, the tops of her breasts on display for him. He had forgotten what it was like to have her beneath him. He knew he could never have her like this in the setting he wanted but he could reminisce.

“Say it or we ain’t movin’.”

“I yield,” she whispered through gritted teeth, Erik allowing her to sit up. 

He held out his hand to help her to her feet but like the sore loser she was, she swatted it away and stood up on her own. She stomped over to her bag and wiped the dripping sweat off of her in a fit of rage. How did she lose?

Because you’re weak when it comes to him. Always have been and always will be. 

She could not even look at him in her frustration at him and herself for this stupid position she put herself in. She supposed she just had not expected it to backfire so spectacularly. 

“That was fun. You were right… just needed a good incentive.” He threw her a teasing smile, which her deadpan face did not return. “See you for our walk tonight. I’ll let you know about dinner, just make sure to wear somethin’ black and gold,” he winked at her before grabbing his stuff and leaving the training center.

As she watched him retreat, Naja paced in circles on the training mat before letting out a loud frustrated groan. For good measure, she pulled out all of the knives in her vest one by one and aimed them at the door Erik just walked out of. Each one hit the same square inch of the door with precision right where his head had been only seconds earlier.  

“Should’ve been his fucking face,” she muttered to herself before grabbing her bag and stalking out of the center, her hands angrily ripping each knife out of the door before she left. 

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Erik could not help but check his beads and messages every five minutes. Tonight’s usual restlessness had turned to all-consuming anxiety as their usual meeting hour had passed without a call or message. He wondered if she was sulking as she had been all evening since their sparring match. She lost fair and square but he knew she would not be happy about it. But he had hoped she would come around by their late night walk.

He found that his few hours with Naja each day were the only things he looked forward to. There was still a coldness to her when they were around the entire family as if she was committed to the facade. But day by day, he got to see a bit of the old her until she realized and usually became cold again. However, he did not mind. He still had several weeks to fully peel back the curtain and he would take every minute he could. 

Maybe she is sleep. She actually needs it, unlike you. 

Erik only felt so bad about keeping her up at night. He knew her human non-enhanced body needed rest that his did not but he did not feel bad enough to cut their time together short. Deciding that he could not wait any longer and could just meet her in the gardens when and if she called, he decided to start his wandering journey without her. 

He pulled on his shoes and stepped out of his room, nodding at the Dora assigned to him. She waited for a moment, knowing he hated the shadows he was forced to keep with him. 

“Staying in the palace tonight,” he called over his shoulder, the woman’s shoulders easing a bit as she remained in her position. Even he had no interest in walking outside in one of Wakanda’s summer storms. He remembered those from when he was a kid, they were a force to be reckoned with. 

The storm immediately made him think of Naja, who was notoriously afraid of thunder and lightning. He wondered if she was still was. Though he imagined there was little she was afraid of these days.

His silent musings were cut short when a soft whimper filled his ears. He whipped his head around, glancing up and down the hall of rooms, his enhanced hearing straining to pick up on the sound again. 

When he heard it a second time, it was more pained, agonizing sadness that gripped his soul with incoherent mumblings he could not make sense of. But it was loud enough for him to know exactly who it was.  

“Naja.” 

His feet moved faster than light itself as he followed the pained sobs to her door. He did not think to knock or announce himself when he pushed inside to find her thrashing in her bed, her sheets tangled up in her limbs. Tears streamed down her face as she cried, he could see the small beads of tacky sweat that covered her. 

With only mere feet between them, he could finally hear her words, her soft apologies to someone who was not there. Select phrases hit his ears and felt like someone had stabbed him in the heart, her proclamations that something was her fault, her pleas for forgiveness. 

His eyes quickly scanned the papers and journals that were littered across her bed. Surveillance photos, maps, pictures of children, notes scribbled in her journal. None of it made sense to him without proper context but one thing he knew for certain: she was involved in far more than watching and observing. 

He sat down on the corner of her bed and gently touched her face, his palm cupping her cheek. His thumb whisked away her tears. At his touch, her body slowly settled, though her tears and mumbling pleas did not.

“Come back to me, Naja,” he whispered. His other hand rubbed her bare arm, hoping his touch would break through the barriers in her mind. “Wake up for me.” 

His instructions were low and his touch measured and gentle until he saw her eyes flutter open. 

“N-N’Jadaka?” She croaked as she blinked her eyes several times, adjusting to the darkness of her room. A loud crack of thunder caused her to jump slightly, Erik moving closer to her to rub her bare arms. She was shaking like a leaf. 

He was so concerned that he did not even get to revel in the fact that she used his real name for the fist time, the one she used to call him. 

“Hey, you’re ok. You’re ok. I just heard you havin’ a nightmare.” 

“J-just a nightmare… just a nightmare,” she muttered to herself as she forced her body into an upright position. Her eyes frantically surveyed her room as the realization that she was still in Wakanda hit her. Her eyes screwed shut, her arms wrapping around her knees as she repeated that refrain. “Just a nightmare.”

He was not sure what to make of the woman who sat in front of him now. She was such a juxtaposition to the hardened and cold spy who he had grown accustomed to since returning home. Since he saw her again, he felt like he was staring at her through a stained glass window. The other side peeked through ever so slightly but, for the most part, all he could see was the picture she wanted him to see and nothing more. But tonight? That stained glass window shattered and he could see her, the girl he fell madly in love with all those years ago. The girl who felt everything with her whole soul, loved so deeply for others, and lived in her vulnerability fully. 

Erik decided to make himself useful by pouring her a glass of water from the pitcher on her coffee table. However, she pushed it away when he tried to hand it to her, Naja suddenly overwhelmed by the shame that he, of all people, saw her in such a state. 

“I-I’m good,” she hastily wiped her tears.

Erik ignored her as he pushed the glass into her hand. It shook slightly so he wrapped his own hand around hers to ensure she did not spill it. 

“Drink.” She could tell his word was a command and not a suggestion, though the stubborn part of her wanted to remind him that he was in no position to give her orders.

He watched her intently as she took long sips, the tension in her frame easing every time she swallowed. 

“So you gonna tell me what that was about? And what all this is?” 

“Missing kids in the capital… stolen by the King and his soldiers but no one knows where they are or why. Two girls were taken earlier this evening. Every day I’m here, more of them go missing, more lives ruined and there’s nothing I can do.”

“The dream?” 

“I c-couldn’t sleep cause of the s-storm,” she gestured toward the window. “A-and finding out about the girls so I started pouring over my notes. Must’ve dozed off a-and… A-and I was back at my house there and I walked outside and… All their parents were outside, screaming a-and crying about how I couldn’t find them o-or save them. How no one cared about them. But I do… I c-care. I just… I pour over this mess every single night and I can’t…” she gestured at the mess on her bed. “I can’t figure it out. I can’t find them.” 

“Why you puttin’ that on yourself?” His thumb wiped one of her tears. 

“Because if I don’t… who will, Erik? I tried but I can’t… I can’t just watch and report. It’s not… it’s not me.” 

He shook his head. “I ain’t an idiot like T. I know you ain’t built for that watch dog shit. I am asking, why is it only on you to find them?”

She crossed her legs, tugging the blanket around her bare arms. She was not cold but something about the vulnerability made her shiver, shake. It also did not help that thunder and lightning raged outside. She hated storms, ever since she was a child. 

“Gotta find some way to earn some of my soul back,” she grimaced. She leaned back against the headboard. “I don’t regret it. I’d lead the same life over again if given the choice.” The conviction in her voice was resolute and unwavering. “Everything I’ve ever done was for our people and this country. But… It haunts me, all the suffering of this world that I ignored for years because it had nothing to do with the mission or serving Wakanda. These kids?” She picked up the stack of photos on the bed and handed them to him. “They aren’t Wakandan but does that mean their lives mean less? That they do not deserve our resources to find them? Save them? And if I can’t do it with all the resources and tech and everything we have that no one else on this planet does… what did I survive this long for then? I spent the better part of my life using those resources to take lives, I just want to spend whatever time I have left saving them.” 

Erik bowed his head. He understood the feeling, the ways in which the complex lives they chose haunted them day in and day out. But he had to learn how to make peace with it all. And she did too. 

“Naja… listen to me. Probably the last person you want advice from but I might be one of the only people ‘round here who get it. I killed a lot more people than you for a lot less righteous reasons. For revenge and to satisfy rage, not for country and all that shit. And I probably got more pleasure from it than you did. And that shit still haunts me too. I stayed here to save whatever pieces of my soul were left. I get it. But you… The girl I knew wanted to be a War Dog to help people and add to the world, not subtract from it. That girl ain’t dead. Maybe you just buried her beneath barriers to stop someone from ever hurtin’ you again. Because being a cold, unfeelin’ spy is less painful. Believe me, I tried that shit too. But our old selves always demand air eventually, Naja. And maybe this,” he took the photos out of her hand. “Is that air.” 

Fuck, I hate him, she though to herself. One thing that never changed about Erik was he knew exactly what to say, exactly what she needed to be whole again. This moment reminded her of the first time she and Erik slept together. They did not do anything but it was still the night she realized how utterly and insanely in love with him she was. It was a night not unlike this one, a summer storm keeping her up to the wee hours of the night. She had called him, expecting him to keep her company till she dozed off. But instead, he commandeered a jeep and was outside her window 20 minutes later. She buried herself in his chest while he offered her soothing words and stories until she fell asleep. 

He had always been her rock, her emotional constant when she was in pain. Part of her hated herself for still needing that from anyone, but particularly for craving it from him. 

“That girl’s gone, Erik,” she muttered, trying to regain some semblance of control in that moment. She could not remember the last time she was vulnerable with someone and she was not particularly interested in doing it now. “Time and life killed her. This is me now.” 

“If that girl was really gone, you would not be screamin’ yourself awake with nightmares over kids you don’t know. We can be as cold and unfeelin’ as we wanna be but who we were back then is  still there. And there’s nothin’ wrong with that. I thought the girl you were was pretty dope anyway,” he pushed her braids behind her shoulder with a smile. “I know you ain’t gonna go back to sleep so explain it to me.” 

She raised an eyebrow. “What?” 

“You ain’t goin’ back to sleep with all that outside.” The wind and thunder seemed to pick up on cue as he spoke. At her surprised expression he shrugged. “I remember everything about you.” 

Her voice hitched slightly as she studied him, she felt all of it. So much love and adoration in his eyes that clashed with everything he had once made her believe about herself. A voice in her mind cautioned her with loud echoing words. 

He doesn’t love you, he doesn’t care for you. He never did. 

But everything in the way he studied her, the way he touched her, the way he intimately remembered everything about her she desperately tried to forget signaled that he did. But she learned the hard way where trusting Erik got her: years of agony, pain, and guilt for choices his actions forced her to make that she did not know if she could ever forgive him for. She hated how he slowly chipped away at the villainous image she had created of him. It was easy to hate a villain, but whatever he was now? The duality of being both her villain and her savior? That was an emotional gray area that she had no interest in living in. 

“I’m not worth remembering or sticking around for, remember?” She responded, her only defense to protect herself was to hit low. Though her words did not have the sharpness she intended. Instead they just sounded how she felt when she heard them: heartbroken.

And the blow landed but Erik did not let it deter him. She deserved to land a cheap shot or two, he deserved it. “I can’t undo the past. But you can let me atone for it by helpin’ you out now. If the Nigandans are plannin’ somethin’, I should know about it.” He decided to omit the real reason why he also needed to know what the Royal Family was orchestrating. That reality was a long ways off. “Besides, another pair of eyes might be exactly what you need. Let me help you, Naja.” 

She did not want to say yes and give him more opportunities to get close to her. However, the lives of these children and families were more important than her pride, even she knew that.

“Fine. But this changes nothing between us,” she warned as she shifted the materials on her bed around so she could walk him through everything in order. 

“I’d expect nothing less,” he remarked. 

An hour passed by the time Naja finished reviewing all the materials and evidence with him. 

“So? What do you think?” 

He shook his head. “Defintiely somethin’s goin’ on. But to stop the peace talks or get Wakanda to intervene, you gotta have more than this. And that takes time.” 

She sighed, rubbing her forehead. “I know, I know. I just don’t know how much time these kids have.” 

Erik rubbed her knee, trails of fire and heat cascading up her body at his touch. She awkwardly shifted her leg out of the way to avoid his grasp. She refused to fall, not again.  

“I’m gonna help you. T got me working the peace talks on my end now. Maybe with your undercover work and my spot in the negotiations, we can piece it all together. And maybe, if I help you bring these kids home, we can at least be friends?” 

“Don’t hold your breath,” she muttered under her breath, which made Erik chuckle. 

“I won’t.” 

“But thank you. Seriously,” she squeezed his hand gently, a spark igniting between them before she tore it away. “Umm…I should try to go back to bed. Sorry for missing our meeting time tonight.” 

“All good. Night, Naja.” 

“Night, Erik.” 

Naja watched him start to head to the door, more loud cracks of thunder echoing around her. Something in her just broke, cracked her wide open and the girl she once was demanded air, freedom. And the only air she wanted was him. She knew it was a bad idea. It was the dumbest idea she had ever had. But she was about to make it. The night had stripped her bare, left her scared and boneless. And she was tired of dealing with all of that alone. 

“Erik!” She called after him as he opened her door. He stopped and turned to look at her, tears streaming down her face. “Stay.” 

That one word knocked the wind out of him. “Don’t think that’s a good idea, Naja.” He forced the words out, even though it was painful to do so. He wanted to stay, desperately so. But he knew she would hate herself and him in the morning if he did. 

“I don’t want… that,” she clarified, though that was a lie. She did want that, she wanted him to fuck her senseless so she forgot everything else. But she was strong enough to resist that. She was not strong enough to resist the part of her that just needed someone there. “I just… don’t want to be alone tonight. Please.”

That was all Erik needed to hear. He walked back over to her bed and slipped in beside her, his strong arms pulling her onto his chest. She curled up into his side and immediately relaxed, no longer jumping or tensing when loud thunder rolled through. They had done this countless times as teens and it felt just as easy and simple as it was back then. 

Even Erik felt at peace, his usual restlessness gone as they slept soundly in each other’s arms. 

When Naja woke up the next morning, she was shocked to find her body pressed against a hard chest. Before she could even open her eyes, the events of the night came back to her. 

What the fuck did you do? A voice accused her. 

She immediately extracted herself from Erik’s arms, causing him to shift and open his eyes. 

Awkward silence stretched between them as they stared at each other. Naja did not know what to say. One bad night and she had invited him into her bed? How sad, how cliche, how fucking stupid could she be? 

As if he could sense or see her internal downward spiral, Erik immediately climbed out of her bed and offered. “If you don’t want it to mean anythin’, then it doesn’t have to. Just a friend comforting a friend and I don’t plan on tellin’ anyone. We’re good, Naja.” 

Except… it did mean something. She could lie and say it didn’t but it did. It meant something that he came to her rescue, that he stayed even though she gave him no real reason to show her any kindness. It all meant something to her. As much as she did not want it to, it did. That rope that held her from falling into the sea of him? Well, it was so close to giving out and there was no materials to reinforce it. 

Last night was the safest she had felt in years… in the arms of the man she thought she hated most on this planet. Was she so prideful that she could reasonably ignore that? Erik said he wanted to prove that he changed… perhaps she should give him that chance. She was not betraying who she was now by doing so. She was honoring that some part of her, however small, still needed him in some way. And if 15 years of pretending that was not the case did not make the feeling go away, perhaps it was time to acknowledge that the feeling simply would never go away. 

“Thank you. See you at breakfast,” she whispered as she hugged her robe around her body. She felt exposed and not just physically. 

He nodded and started walking toward the door. However, before he could leave, she said, “For dinner… no where we went when we were together the first time.” 

He paused and glanced back at her. Naja took a tentative step toward him. 

“Every cell in my body is telling me not to do this. But… you said you’ve changed. So show me. But this is it… this dinner you fought for is it. The only chance you’ll get again to show me something different than the Erik who broke me. Don’t make me regret trusting you again.” 

“You won’t. And that’s a promise I can keep. See you at breakfast.

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A/N: Alright Naja is giving him a chance? Sort of? lol drop a comment and let me know what you thought and how you think their dinner is going to go! As always, thanks for reading!

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Hello! I’m a 22 yo enby, craving some Marvel roleplays! I am happy to double up. I’m looking for OC x cc, but I’m also open to cc x cc pairings. The characters I am looking for are below. If you’re interested, like this post and I’ll reach out!

Loki

Bucky Barnes

Stephen Strange

T’Challa

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Loyal to Royalty

Erik!Stevens X OC

Part Two 

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Princess Imani was the black sheep of her family, never really fitting the female royal type. When an arrange marriage between Prince   N'Jadaka and her is set up, she tries her hardest to get away... but she just can’t.

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“She has a faint pulse, we need to hurry up and get her to a crash cart. Stat!” Okoye yelled as they carried Imani through the halls. They placed her on the medical table, ripping off her shirt as Shuri grabbed the things she needed. 

“What happened?”

“The helicopter that they were on were attacked by smugglers. They found her in the mess.” Ayo said as Shuri and the medical team started to bag her.

“How the hell is she still alive!?” Shuri asked as T’Challa ran in with Nakia. Nakia was already in her medical gear. 

“Everyone that does not need to be here, out!” she yelled getting close to Imani. Everyone left the room, as T’Challa watched through the glass worried. He chewed on his thumb as they attempted to bring her pulse back to a strong rate. After 15 minutes, it was getting worse. 

“Challa, she’s trying to fight it but it’s not working.” Shuri told him as he thought about it. “Not even the-”

“Nope. We might have to use the herb.” she whispered to him. “Nakia suggested it, she’s not going to make it.” she begged him. He thought long and hard before nodding. 

“I’ll get it. They won’t suspect anything if I’m in there.” he stood up walking out of the lab. 

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A couple of days later, Imani was invited to the country of Wakanda. Over the last couple of days Erik and her has been communicating over the plans over the marriage. Nothing to much. 

Imani sat in the common area preparing for her trip.. Her step mother came in seeing what she was doing, seeing her packing a backpack for her things. “Hm, so now you’re on board with marrying Prince N’Jadaka?” she asked standing over her. She looked up at her fathers wife, before squinting her eyes. 

“Nope. Still not. But what choice do I have to protect my people.” she said zipping up the bag and standing up. 

“I just don’t understand what that family and your father see’s in you. You have them all fooled but I’ll be damned if you get us.” Oshana snapped. Imani faked pouted at her before saying, 

“Well considering that the Wakanda royal family has been in my life since I was like... 4 months old, I’ve created a very special bond with those lovely people.” she said matter of factly. “Besides, my father wouldn’t trust your precious daughter to run a bakery sale, Nevermind a a country.” she shrugged her shoulders before stepping aside to grab everything else she needed. 

“My daughter is more prepared to be a Queen than you will ever be. You’re disrespectful and a nuance to this entire family.” she snapped at her. Imani laughed, she couldn’t help but laugh. That is one thing that Oshana and Amara hated about Imani. Normal people would be upset with the pestering but she found it hilarious. Funny even. Whatever they did or say, she never really let them effect her. Of course there were times where she would snap when they over stepped, but any other times she would just laugh. 

“Okay..” she trailed off. She turned around and looked at her. “It’s kind of pitiful how quick you are willing to throw your one and only daughter out to a man that neither of you guys know. I can sort of understand why my father is doing it but what does it for you?” she asked them seriously. All she did was stare at her, because the both of them knew exactly why. 

It was about power. Money. More fame. 

“The fact that my daughter is grateful to be in such a blessed position is more than what you could ever do.” she whispered to her, Imani winced. 

“See that’s where I disagree.” Imani whispered back. “But, I’m going to let you decide on what I’m talking about.” she said throwing the bag over her shoulders. She didn’t move as she stared at Oshana in the face. 

“I just don’t understand what my father see’s in you.” she mocked her, Oshana’s face growing with rage as she heard Imani speak. “My mother was a lady with such high values and such a beautiful spirit. Your a disappointment to what the queen was. You’re whole existence in my father’s life is like venom to blood.” 

The anger that dripped from her voice was scary enough to make Oshana not say anything else. Before she stepped out of the common area, she turned back and looked at her. 

“My father may be dumb, but I’m not.”

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“Imani, welcome back to Wakanda.” Okoye said with a smile as the two of them hugged each other. 

“I will never get used to that grand entrance.” Imani told her looking around. “Such a beautiful home that you guys have.” she said as Okoye chuckled. 

“Well this will be also be your home. Shuri told me to escort you to the lab. I’m guessing for the new upgrades..” she trailed off, whispering the last part. Imani nodded following the Dora Milaje guards to the lab. 

“That. And to talk to Erik.” she said. Okoye sighed before looking at her while they walked. 

“I tried to convince the board that it-” Imani cut her off. 

“I’ve heard that so many times.” she chuckled. “I’ve done it on my side. T’Challa, Shuri, You, Erik. No use.” she sadly stated. Okoye grabbed her shoulder squeezing it. 

“Well at least you get to come here more often.” she said trying to lighten the mood. The attempt to make her feel better actually did make her feel a tad bit. Wakanda was such a beautiful place. She remembered as a child she would dream and wish that her country was just like Wakanda. Coming here as a child was her favorite place to go to. More than all the beaches, more than any amusement park, more than any country in the world. 

“Honestly, that is an upside.” she said to her laughing. They entered the lab seeing two mannequins with the suit. But neither one of them were hers. She noticed it belonged to the Black Panther and the Golden Jaguar. 

“Imani!” she turned around and saw Shuri running towards her. She ran into her arms as Imani laughed hugging her back. “I’ve missed you!” she exclaimed. Imani looked at her a bit confused. 

“You saw me a week ago. When I dropped the suit off?” she asked her as Shuri shrugged grabbing her tablet. 

“Okay? And the sky is blue.” she said. Imani giggled at the little come back. If there was anyone who could out match Imani in the ‘smart mouth’ department was Shuri. 

“Any ways, we need to wait till T’Challa and Erik gets-”  The two of them walked into the lab together talking about something. Erik stopped in his tracks seeing Imani sitting on one of the stools. The two of them looked at each other before she gave him a nod acknowledging he was there. She stole a quick glimpse of him, seeing what he had on. He wore a plain white shirt, with a pair of grey sweat shorts with a some white Airforce Ones. T’Challa was dressed in traditional casual Wakanda wear. 

It was nice to see that he bought his style from the states over here. One thing that she was obsessed with was some of the fashion that America had to offer. Some of it was though was.. questionable. 

“Hello.” she said waving at the two of them. Erik looked her up and down drinking her in. She wore a red flowy dress with a white jean jacket, with white sandals with wedges. Her dreads were in a high bun on the top of her head. “What is she doing here?” Erik asked sitting across from her making her roll her eyes. 

“You’re gonna see in a second.” T’Challa said hugging Imani. Imani turned around from the lab table, looking at Shuri who was about to present. 

“So as you all know I did some modifications to your suits. For some odd reason Jadaka, when you absorbed all of the kinetic energy, all of it wasn’t being released. Most of it being kept inside the suit. So I made some upgrades so it didn’t get overheated, in a cooling system.” she told him. He stood up touching the suit admiring the gold trimmings. 

“I also added to all three suits sound absorbing shoes. So when you are trying to be sneaky, no one hears you.” she said. Erik was the only one that noticed that she say the number three. 

“Three? You have another suit?” he asked her. Shuri looked at Imani before she nodded for her to continue. Shuri clicked the button for the suits storage is the silver and black suit came to view. It just wasn’t an upgrade, it was an entirely new suit. 

“Holy shit..” Imani whispered standing up touching it, looking at Shuri. “You did all this?” she asked. Shuri nodded smiling, she was so proud of herself. Erik looked at the two of them before shaking her head, 

“Wait no. No. She is not getting a suit.” Erik stood up. That made Imani turn around and squint her eyes at him. 

“Why not? I already had one.” she shrugged her shoulders in a matter of fact tone. 

“What do you mean you already have one?” Everyone looked at each other before she sighed, 

“I’m the Silver Leopard.” she confessed to him as he stared at her. After a few seconds he burst out laughing. 

“Okay.. that was a great joke. Now forreal. What’s with the suit?” he asked Shuri as she looked around the room at everyone. 

“I’m not joking.” she stated, him staring at her in complete shock. His mouth was slightly open as his eyes squinted in shock in confusion. 

“H-How?” he asked. 

“It’s not important.” she turned around admiring the suit, that statement making him scoff. 

“The fuck kinda- no it is important. If I’m marrying you it’s my job to make sure you’re safe.” he snapped at her. She pointed at Shuri before saying,

“I am safe. She keeps me safe. Just like she keeps the two of you safe.” she told him. Erik stared at her before looking at everyone. 

“Give us a minute.” Everyone respected his wishes as they gave the two time to talk. “So you didn’t think it would be important for you to tell me?’ he asked her. 

“I didn’t think it was important. I have other things that are more important that the Silver Leopard. Like being forced to marry you.” she snapped at him. His head fell back as his eyes closed as he let out a sarcastic laugh. 

“Oh my gosh! Can you stop thinking about the being force to marry shit!? You can run away if it’s that much of an issue for you!”

“And leave my country behind?”

“Okay then! So you don’t have to say every five fucking minutes that you’re being forced to fucking marry me. Do you think I wanna marry you? No, I’m being forced just as much as you are. I have to do it because I know in the long run it’ll help people. Just like you. So just accept it if there’s nothing you can do..” he was fed up with her, almost to the point of being annoyed. 

“If we are going to be doing this, this is the type of shit that you need to tell me. Got it?” he told her. She was speechless from his outburst. He snapped his fingers in front of her before snapping her out of the little trance he had her in. “Hello?” he bought her back to reality as she slowly nodded her head. 

“Yeah.”  He sat down on the stool that she was previously sitting on. “So, explain.” he told her. She stared at him before saying, 

“The night our helicopter crashed, they bought me to Wakanda because the hospital was closest. The only way for them to keep me alive was to have the Heart Shape Herb in my system.” she told him. He had so many questions about what she just said, he didn’t even know where to start. 

“So after they gave it, they couldn’t extract it?” he asked. She shook her head, playing with her fingers. 

“No, at the time I would start coding once they extracted it. So T’Challa made the decision to just let me have it so I could stay alive.” she said looking back at him. “No one knows about it though. T’Challa didn’t want the councilors here and my father finding out about it. I don’t want him to know that I’m the Silver Leopard, it’ll just make things worse.” she groaned rubbing her temples. 

“How?” he chuckled standing up. “Your father, your step mother and your step sister damn near worshiped us because of who we are. I’m sure-”

“Erik please. You do not know them like I know them. The only reason they worship you is because you two are men, who are high in a monarchy, who just so happened to be rich. It’s seen as powerful on you but for me, it’s seen as someone who won’t take the thrown seriously. I’m a female royal, we’re suppose to sit behind the men and look pretty.” she explained to him. 

“I don’t want anyone else to find out about this, understand?” she told him. He was silent before she spoke again. “Erik, do you understand?” she said a tad bit louder. 

“Yeah..” she gave him one last look before walking to the hall to get the rest. Erik just stared at her suit. Shock wasn’t even the word to explains how he felt. They came back in, Imani sitting across from him on the table, giving him a look. 

“Okay.. back on subject.” 

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After their little meeting, T’Challa grabbed Imani and Erik to talk. “You guys good?” he asked her. 

“Yes. What did you want to talk about?” she asked him, trying to change the subject. T’Challa looked at Erik before he nodded his head sighing him to continue on with what he had to say. 

“So, Okoye gave me intel about how there is vibranium being trafficked through the dark market being sold at an auction Friday night. I need all hands on this one. This place is going to be surrounded in heavy duty weaponry.” he told them. 

“That gives us only two days to prepare.” she whispered, her mind immediately racing on what she needed to do to prepare. “Can you send me all of the information for it so I can go over it.” she told him. 

“Just stay here for the next couple of days. It’ll give us time to debrief and come up with a plan, and no one would think anything of it considering that you two are going to be.. y’know.” he said, not trying to make it awkward. 

“I guess. I don’t have to worry about smuggling the suit across the boarders.” she shrugged her shoulders. “I just need to grab some clothes and some extra things I need to stay.” she said pulling out her phone to contact her barricade but Erik stopped her. 

“Don’t worry. We can just use one of the jets. They are programmed so that we don’t have to stop at the boarders.” Erik said. She looked at him a little shocked by the gesture before she looked at T’Challa. 

“We’ll be back, once we are we can discuss it.” she told him, he nodded. 

“Be safe you two.” he left back into the corroders then looked back at him. 

“I’m ready when you are.” 

They sat in the jet, looking at the sunset that sat upon the Wakanda horizon. It was silent, it was awkward. She didn’t know what to say, she just assumed that there was nothing to say to him. That was until he spoke up, 

“I’m sorry for snapping on you earlier.” he told her. She looked up from her phone before nodding. 

“You’re good.” she said looking back at her phone. He stared at her again before saying, 

“Well we have another 20 minutes before we get to yours so why don’t we attempt to get to know each other.” he suggested turning to look at her. “Its only percussions, just in case someone asks us about us.” he defended himself. She thought about it before saying, 

“Sure why not.” she shrugged before locking her phone and throwing it on the dash board. He looked a tad bit shocked that she agreed but he didn’t let his fascial expressions show it. “Ask way N’Jadaka.” 

The way she said his name, had him feelings some kind of way. He felt that in his soul, only wanting to hear her say it again.. and again... and again. 

“Okay... favorite color?” she gave a ‘are you serious’ look, but he shrugged. “It’s good to know...” he trailed off. 

“It’s purple.” she told him. “That is what color I wanted inspired by my suit but we all know who took that.” she said rolling her eyes as he chuckled. “But he makes it look alright so I guess.” 

“Yeah... he does look okay in purple.” he said before shaking her head. “Mine is gold.” 

“Gold isn’t a color...”

“Yes it is.” 

“No it’s not. It’s a metal.” she said. “That’s like saying, ooh my favorite color is bananas just because it’s yellow. The accurate color of gold is yellow with a metallic touch.” she argued as he rolled his eyes. 

“Okay... so the color gold is a yellow with a metallic touch. Just like the color baby blue is mixed with white.” he said in general as she looked at him. 

“Okay... so what two colors make gold then?” she asked him. 

“Brown and Yellow.” he looked at her as her eyes was squinted. “Don’t believe me? Search it up.” he laughed before she rolled her eyes playfully, slouching in her seat. “Hmm. exactly.” he said knowing that she proved him wrong. 

“Anyways.. your turn.” he said laughing. She thought of a question before saying, 

“What is something that your afraid of?” He scoffed at the question, thinking that there was nothing he was scared of. 

“Nothing.” she looked at him before rolling her eyes. 

“Okay tough guy, everyone is scared of something.” she said as he chuckled. 

“Not me.” she smirked before saying, 

“So your not scared of getting an uncurbable disease. Or a loved one dying. Or being snapped out of existence?” she asked. 

“Okay but that’s not the same.” 

“It literally is the same. Everyone is scared of something, that doesn't mean nothing.” she mentioned. The two of them continued to argue about it as the jet entered the castles air wing. 

She stood up as the plane landed before stretching. “Okay, I’m going to run in and grab everything that I need. I’ll be right out. I should be back in less than 10 minutes.” she told him typing in the entry pad code to open the side door. 

“Why don’t I just come inside?” he asked her standing up. She turned around looking at him. 

“That’s not a good idea. So just stay here.” she said stepping down the ramp. He stared at from behind before rolling his eyes. 

She walked into the galley way, attempting to make her presence unknown but they were having dinner in the dining hall. Her father caught her figure trying to sneak pass the humongous arch way. 

“Imani, how was Wakanda? I hope you acted accordingly!” he yelled behind her. She stopped closing her eyes before turning around. She stood in the arch way to see the three of them having dinner. 

“No. I ran through the streets of Wakanda naked while singing America’s national anthem.” she said sarcastically. Her step-mother scoffed at her words before looking at her father, 

“And you expect her to rule this country. Such pity.” she said. With a quick thought and faster way with her tongue she spat out, 

“And tell me, what have you done to benefit this country?” she asked crossing her arms over her shoulder. Before she could answer she was cut off by Imani, “I’ve done more for this country as Princess than you have and ever will as queen.” she said, like venom dripping from her words. 

“Don’t talk to my mother like that.” Amarah said standing up. All Imani could do was role her eyes. 

“Well I would not have to talk to her like this if she knows when and when not to keep her lips touching.” she snapped back. 

“That’s enough!” Her father snapped. “Imani, don’t speak to her that way.” he looked at her, as her step-mother smirked at her. But the smirk was quickly wiped away when he looked at her and said, “Don’t antagonize her. I would think you would know by now that she will say anything that she pleases. Don’t forget she’s my daughter.” he warned her. She cleared her throat looking down at her plate. 

“Sit down. Eat. Tell me about your time in Wakanda.” 

“Actually I can’t. T’Challa has invited me to stay at the palace so that Erik and I can get to know each other better.” she lied. Amarah’s face lit up at the name of Erik. 

“Oh that’s good! See, I told you this wouldn’t be bad.” Her father said. She couldn’t help but mentally gag at those words. 

“Hm it does sound delightful. Amarah, go upstairs and pack a bag. You should tag along to expand your resources.” her mother instructed her. She stood up happily from her seat but Imani stopped. 

“No! She cannot come!” she said as the three of them stared. 

“And why is that?” Amarah asked with a raised of her eyebrow. “It seems like you feel threatened by my presence.” she smirked. 

“Actually no.” Erik came from behind the wall as her smirked turned to complete shock. 

“Prince N’Jadaka. Oh my goodness, you’re here.” she said caught by surprised. Oshana stood up and so did her father. 

“Did she have you wait outside? That is unacceptable. What must go through your mind to have him wait on your time and-”

“Actually no, once again. I was making a call.” he lied. Imani looked back at him squinting her eyes at him before he spoke up again. “Her being threatened by your presence have nothing to do with it.”

“Oh I didn’t mean it like-”

“She cannot come King Z’Kiri but maybe another time. The palace will be empty with just me and her with T’Challa going out for some business, and my Aunt won’t be in the palace until next week.” he cuts her off by crossing his arms over his chest. “We decided that we just wanted to use this time to get to know each other better and discuss plans for what we have for the countries.” he finished. 

“Is this correct?” her father looked at her. She nodded her head in agreement. 

“Yes. She would just be alone.” she responded. The look on Amarah’s face was seething with pure anger and jealousy. It was kind of soothing and funny that Erik stood up for her. 

“Well, there will be another time when we all meet in Wakanda. And plus it is important that they create some bond and focus on what the two countries needs.” he said. Relief went through out her entire body as she looked at her with a smirk. 

“Well I need to go grab my things that I need for the the next few nights.” she turned around walking up the stairs leaving Erik behind. 

“That’s funny that’s she finally on board with this arranged marriage. All the crap that she was talking about the arrangements. About you.” her step mother replied picking up some of her salad with her fork. 

“Oshana.” Her father warned her but all Erik did was shrug. 

“To be fair, I don’t blame her. I’m not at all jumping with joy with being forced to marry someone that I don’t know, have no feelings for and have no type of love. And I’m sure she feels that way.. twenty times more.” he said leaning against on of the pillars that was in the dining hall. 

“Well in this life we have the make sacrifices' in the life time to protect the ones we love, And one thing for certain she loves the people of this country very much.” her father said as he chuckled. 

“Oh trust me. One of the many features that I do like about her.” he said. It was nothing but the truth. The way that she spoke about her country and it’s people, there was nothing that she wouldn’t do to protect them. 

“That’s funny that you say that. Amarah here is going out tomorrow to the streets to volunteer for the children center.” she said with a smug smile. 

“Yeah. Imani was suppose to come to help out but I guess it wasn’t that important to her.” Amarah said shaking her head in fake disappointment. Erik wasn’t stupid. He knew what they were doing. So he decided to step in. 

“Is that so? So how many times have you done it?”

“Oh, this will be first time. I thought it was important that the kids understand that there are people in royalty who understands them.” she said as Erik nodded. 

“And how long  have you been here?” he asked.

“Oh I’ve been here for about-”

“That doesn’t matter.” her Oshana said cutting her off before she could answer. 

“I mean, if you’re going to say that Imani doesn't find these kids important because she decided to skip one meeting in which she has gone ever since she was 18, that’s kind of a stretch don’t you think. Especially because you’ve been here for years.”  he said in a matter of fact tone. The dinner table went quiet, Oshana trying to find out a way to defend her daughter. Imani came down at the right time before anything else could be said. 

“Okay well we will be heading out now.” she said with her duffle bag over her shoulder. “By the way Amarah if your still down to come with me, Saturday is when I rescheduled to go with the kids. Just during the evening instead of in the morning.” she told him. Erik chuckled before shaking his head. 

“Oh.. I uh actually was going to go out with some of my friends.” she said awkwardly. 

“Oh... that’s more important than the kids?” Erik asked. Imani looked up at him in shock and confusion as her step mother gasped in disbelief. 

“Erik.” Imani said hitting his chest in shock. The last thing that she wanted was to have any argument or have them feel some type of way just for them to sit up and here argue. 

“Whatever let’s just head out.” he said standing up straight and walking out the hall. She saw the look on her step mother and step sister face, knowing that when she cam back there was going to be some shit.

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[goddess-mixmi]

Felt like indulging on some oc x cannon for my marvel oc.

She has quite a few romantic interests during the course of the marvel cinematic universe, one of which is Bucky Barnes. She met him when he was the Winter Soldier and after he was accused of killing king T’Chaka she convinced T’Challa to let them use the resources they have in Wakanda to help Bucky. And after that they became quite good friends during his stay in Wakanda. That led to Bucky growing small feelings for her from her kindness, but Imani on the other hand hadn’t been fully aware of it especially with her soon meeting Killmonger and afterwards causing a distance between them.

Despite her not knowing how he felt right away the two felt at ease in each other’s presence. There relationship progresses even more after the events of Endgame into The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, I just need to write more about it first.

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[tchallasbabymama]

Ménage à Trois Part Deux

[Returning Spring 2024, 18+]

A continuation of Zora’s adventure in Wakanda with her two lovers. Read the first part here.

T’Challa x Zora (OC) x M’Baku

Smut, Fluff

Chapter One

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[ronearoundblindly]

The Stark Legacy (24)

Tony Stark's daughter (OC) x Bucky Barnes epic slowburn

Daybreak, part of Book III: Power (see previous or series)

Summary: An emergency hits Wakanda, leaving Bucky to race against the current threat. Tony lands in the aftermath, stunned.

Warnings for descriptions of painful Inhuman transformation/canon-level gore and action. Rated Teen/15+ ONLY, please. WC 3.2k A/N: eeee! We've reached one of my fave chapters 🤩 Hope you enjoy 😘

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR—March 2039

“The King of Atlantis and his sentries are still searching the seas for Doom, and our ground intel has garnered no further sightings,” T’Challa finished his portion of the brief in a mumble of disappointment. “I cannot ask Namor to continue to expend resources when weeks have left us no closer to capture or proof of death.”

Shuri nodded toward her brother. “At least the threat of a wide release of D-Lite seems to be handled for now. Romanoff has completed her trace of the tainted heroin from Marshall’s facility after it arrived in Hong Kong and will return to New York soon.”

Bucky remained seated, quiet and watchful. He and the white-haired Ororo were the only two that did not speak. T’Challa’s betrothed sat quietly, eyes turned away towards the windows. Ororo, Storm they called her, always became the most concerned when the weather was beautifully clear. Nature spoke to her, and when nature was quiet, she listened harder. Bucky was mostly distracted by her hair, a silkier, lighter version of T’Challa’s mother’s, and Ramonda had the loveliest hair. Sam Wilson nudged him to participate, but Bucky lifted a palm to indicate Wilson could proceed without him.

Falcon started the hologram, describing several mutated figures captured from across Northern Africa. “Unfortunately, these appear to be victims of the same drug Nat tracked down in China. A portion of the shipment must have been smuggled into a Mediterranean port before we were able to intercept. Less than half of those we’ve found took it voluntarily, but none of those can describe their attackers.”

The whole group sighed in exhaustion. While this was a lazy, mid-morning gathering, mission after mission fighting for a semblance of control across the world left them ragged. T’Challa scanned the information but asked nothing. That part was Bucky and Wilson’s assignment, and the King of Wakanda left it in their hands. Monsters, creatures, mutants, inhumans—whatever you wanted to call them needed to be captured, questioned, and distributed to the proper authority. Criminals to the police, victims to the proper hospital or therapy, and children and young adults to Xavier’s School. 

Bucky was a soldier, neither a babysitter nor a therapist, but witnessing the confused, violent suffering of newly transformed people took its own special toll. When a Dosed woman screamed “Who could do this to someone?” with tears streaming down her face before her insides boiled out through every orifice, Bucky thought of Sam’s apparent “choice” to become something else. That woman died in transformation. When another Dosed man viciously slashed at him with thorny tentacles, growling about his right to be as powerful and deadly as he could manage, Bucky thought of Sam becoming an unrecognizable enemy. However, since that first meal after the team dropped Doom off the coast to supposedly drown, Wilson had conspicuously failed to mention either Samantha or Bucky’s new arm. Big Sam did seem to eye him knowingly whenever Bucky’s thoughts wandered to a new sensation or her condition. Bucky thought to say something aloud a few times, but what he wanted to say changed constantly, multiple times a day, for weeks. So while Falcon remained methodical and cool-headed, Bucky felt as though the unknown outcome of each mission was unravelling him like a single thread pulled from a parachute. At some point, his mind wouldn’t hold up his body anymore, and he’d crash.

”Stark is due back today,” Wilson added after a long pause. Bucky jolted from his reverie.

Shuri nodded again. “We have tracked his progress in the solar system, a few hours at most an—.”

Ororo snapped up from her chair. “Something is wrong.” 

Dora Milaje burst into the room.

“My King, there is…we must go.”

Shuri furiously swiped through her tablet to view the alarm. “The border registers a sea level disturbance.”

T’Challa straightened. “I am not fleeing from an earthquake.” Storm grabbed his arm, eyes clouding as white as her hair briefly.

“It’s not an earthquake, brother,” Shuri stood this time, shuffling across the room, “it is a tsunami.” She said no more before bolting down the hallway.

Without pause, everyone seated rose and rushed out after her. T’Challa ordered transports sent to villages to remove civilians from the ground back to the highest buildings. Shuri sent evacuation instructions to crowded rural populations on higher ground, then divided any remaining areas to select guards and their Kimoyo beads. Falcon got his assigned location and jumped from the nearest balcony. Storm descended to assist the transports heading to the coast outside. The terrain of Wakanda flashed through Bucky’s mind as the orders were given, allowing a sickening thought to awaken: the annex lab sat in a gentle valley closer to the cost.

He spun Shuri around to face him. “What about Samantha?”

“There is no time, James. We must get as many civilians above it as possible.”

“She is a civilian.”

“The cryo tanks should survive the impact. We built them outside of the barrier for a reason, and you know that Barnes. You cannot go—”

Bucky was out the door before Shuri could finish; ‘should’ was not good enough. He took his bike from the platform and raced towards the secluded building where he’d first been stored decades ago when Steve hid him in Wakanda. He had been given the chance to reclaim his mind and his life; he could not let Sam die submerged in a tomb of his own making. He feared her changing, but he feared her death more.

His bike had never felt slower though he topped the speedometer as high as he dared. He could feel the heavy impact of his steps on the soft ground, the concrete floor, the suspended stairs, and finally on the clanking metal scaffold in front of Sam’s frozen, serene face. Bucky tapped the panel to the right of the container. It showed only her unchanging vitals and temperature control; he was not authorized to change it.

“Shuri,” he shrieked through the comms. She didn’t answer right away. “Shuri!”

“I’m sorry, Barnes. I’m not going to expose you both. Get to the highest lev—”

Bucky cut off his comm. He slammed his fists against the clear, solid wall between him and Sam. There must be a failsafe on impact, something, anything to trigger the door. It was only when he stopped beating the glass to pry the seal that he heard the small beeps.

The screen to the right had changed. It showed neon green text against a black screen, like an ancient computer: James Buchanan Barnes? Yes/No

He tapped Yes. Another question: Will you save Samantha Stark? Yes/No

He tapped Yes again. Almost before he hit the response, one more question popped up: Do you promise? Yes/No

What the hell? He tapped Yes, and the modern screen appeared again, flashing the start of the reversal sequence. The vapor and frost seemed to take an eternity to dissipate, and Bucky could see nothing outside of the fogged windows facing the valley. He willed the chamber to warm faster, but a thought sprang up in the back of his mind. If the sequence isn’t complete, or the whole process is rushed, what happens to her? His stomach churned. Time slowed to a crawl.

The fear left him when the glass slid away from a flesh-toned Sam. It had to; there was no time for fear. Bucky gracelessly heaved Sam over his shoulder and fled the building. When the rhythm of his run slowed, approaching the motorcycle, he noticed her moving. The excitement he felt died when he saw her face as she clawed her way out of his arms. Sam screamed, eyes fixed on the bike. What the hell?

“No,” Sam screamed over and over pulling away from him with every ounce of energy she could muster which was shockingly strong.

You idiot, Buck. Her accident. “Sam, I promise I’ll keep you safe. Stop, quit fighting—you have to get on.”

She didn’t relent. For a moment, Bucky thought of knocking her unconscious, but he couldn’t bring himself to swing. Then he saw her skin, orange and raging into a glowing yellow, like a twinkling star up close, but that wasn’t all. Whole areas over her body shone blue and flashed as if the yellow beneath were trying to escape. They still had to move. “Get on the damn bike!”

Dragged forward by his arms, Sam fell to her knees. She’d stopped screaming, now only taking huge rattling breaths, no longer loud enough to hide the rushing sound of water nearby. 

If the wave is that close, Bucky thought, it’s too late, and the water slammed him back into the corner of the building.

The flash of the barrier nearly blinded him on reentry. Unable to reach anyone on comms, Tony jetted towards Wakanda pulling so many g’s, he nearly passed out and crash-landed outside the glistening dome. His body fatigued by Earth’s gravity, he kept the entire Iron Man suit on to prop up his weakened skeleton. The fog was thick, the ground covered in nearly two inches of water that rippled slowly as it slid back downhill. Bit odd for this terrain. He looked around. He had to use infrared sensors to perceive anything over two meters away. His scan showed rubble to his right, two prone bodies, and an warning that one more approached from behind him.

He squelched through the mud towards the bodies. Friendlies?

“You filthy, selfish surface dwellers,” a deep voice echoed from behind him. “My wave should have crushed you.”

Not friendly then, but familiar.

 “Payment is required for your missteps, human.” This time the growl was personal, delivered with acid irritation, but no form or shadow could penetrate the mist. 

Tony leaned down to the first body. Friday sensed a pulse, scanned, and found no other injuries. He rolled the mud-covered figure to face him, wiping hair away and out of the receding water. It was Sam, barely. From a video connection across space, nearly a year ago at Harvard, and a boozy-fog of a wedding reception, he had little reference for her features beneath the caked earth, yet his daughter was laying unconscious in a field with an enemy 15 meters away. He looked at her scan again: no indications of a healed fracture, or any injury at all. Had he been wrong? Worried these weeks for nothing?

“He took her because of you, Stark,” the voice shouted.

Tony spun, blasters ready, struggling to raise his heavy arms. There stood the King of Atlantis, shimmering in the low light of the mist, hardly dressed and dripping wet.

“What did you do?” Tony blurted. His interactions with Namor were more limited than those with Sam. Namor always struck him as an even more arrogant and fool-hardy version of himself, or perhaps just a younger version, except with zero humor. Add in the additional intensity of blood royalty, and King Waterworld embodied everything that irritated Tony.

A long, sharp trident lowered towards Iron Man’s neck. “What have I done? You and that cheeky princess have enabled terror and destruction upon my city. You killed my people.” 

Tony touched a finger to the foreign sea metal to nudge it away from himself and Sam. “I literally just got here, so you’re gonna need to be more specific. Last I saw, you were helping zap a zit off that coast,” he pointed, taking the opportunity to stand and step away. Friday beeped that the second form was stirring.

The king’s nostrils flared. “A mutant dosed with my genetic code—the containment for which Princess was solely responsible—attacked my home. My betrothed was taken,” Namor seethed, gripping his weapon anxiously, “Tigershark, he called himself, and when he razed our palace, he claimed we could ‘thank Young Stark.’”

Tony’s mind went into overdrive, processing years of information told in pieces or briefs all at once: Namor’s DNA, ‘Young Stark,’ the glow he’d seen Sam inject into Bucky’s shoulder. Extremis samples in the Wakandan shipment stolen a year earlier, among samples of multiple mutants. Simon Marshall’s experiments to produced new mutants. Marshall taught at Harvard. Sam went to Harvard. ‘Young Stark.’ No trace of a healed break… Stall.

“Yes,” Tony stumbled before catching his stride, “our lifespans must be very comical down below. You look marvelous for being twice my age, by the way. You know, I diet, but—”

“Enough,” Namor bellowed then advanced. “Dorma,” the king whispered, “deserves justice.”

“And just out of pure curiosity,” Tony added, “what would satisfy your…justice? I’m not up on my Atlantean law—”

“You cheek, as the Princess up there does—” Tony kept his eyes fixated on the direction of the trident, now raised to the hill of the city—“It seems the guilty of the surface can do nothing but belittle the lives of my people. You,” Namor snapped at the newly risen figure behind the rubble. “They call you Captain. Are you the one who stopped my ocean’s advance? I doubt it, weak as you appear after a little splash.” The king smirked.

Tony shifted to see Barnes covered head to toe in thick, dripping muck. “You look like shit,” Tony stated flatly. On any other day, Tony would be thankful for that small victory. That irritatingly naive soldier never aged and still acted oblivious to having fangirls across the world ogling his blue eyes. Tony watched those blue eyes roll across the ground, slowly sweeping back when he saw Samantha’s body a few feet away. Today, Tony was simply thankful Namor had no clue Samantha Stark existed. Bucky met Tony’s gaze, a question silently conveyed and answered in an instant. Bless you for being sharper than you look, Terminator—wait, no arm. What do I call you now?

Bucky raised his hands slowly, stepping away from Sam. “You can deal with me.”

“You did nothing,” Namor advanced savagely. “What good does a lap dog do me?”

Tony jumped in to further distract the Sub-Mariner. “Actually, that one is definitely more of a cat. Very anti-social, gives everybody dirty looks. The original Cap, now he’s your golden retriever typ—”

“How then—” the tines of the trident laced around the iron throat “—do you propose to make amends?” Namor slid his hand up the shaft to tower over Tony, face to mask.

Inside the suit, Tony’s eyes shifted to Sam. She hadn’t moved yet. The helmet split open to reveal his own haggard face to the king. “I can bring her back to you,” he said honestly, “Dorma, was it? But for the record, I did not knowingly help anyone to attack you—”

“Stark,” Bucky mumbled in warning.

“I can offer you…myself, as a hostage and helper in finding this—this Tigershark.”

Namor regarded Tony thoroughly, sizing up his ability and his sincerity all in one raking with his pitch black eyes.

“I know what that feels like,” Tony quietly added, “to lose her.”

This seemed to refocus the King on his answer. “And Wakanda’s Princess will give me the tool to rip apart that murderer,” Namor said finally.

“We’ve got all sorts of tools,” Tony chirped, “take your pick.”

Namor twisted his trident to pinch the suit’s jaw and shoulder. “I require the Cosmic Cube.”

Except that one, Tony thought, holy shit, you are not getting an infinity stone. “That’s…not currently available for loan,” he started, though the trident twisted more, “but Cap here will take your request straight to top brass, yes?”

Tony could only assume Bucky nodded behind him when the scraping metal slid away from his own neck.

“There will be other consequences,” Namor allowed, “once Tigershark is killed and Dorma is safe.”

“Of course,” Tony said, “I’ve heard shark is delicious.” From the look returned to him, Tony knew he’d need to hold his tongue as best he could.

“Humans are disgusting,” Namor grunted, yet tossed his head to lead Tony away. 

Stark sighed in relief for equipping that suit to be air-tight and pressurized when necessary. Tony checked his oxygen supply left from re-entry. The marker read 79%, so maybe he wouldn’t die…right away. The king grabbed the suit’s arm when Tony delayed, a grip as tight as a vice, and led them back towards the sea. Poetic justice if he snaps my arm, Tony mused. “I will not drown you,” Namor added, “as long as you are useful.”

Ah, there it is, the warm tingle of friendship. As Tony shut and sealed his helmet again, squelching through the mud, he hoped Barnes understood to protect his daughter in his absence.

Bucky was attempting to get an arm under Sam and enough traction under his feet to lift her when Wilson yelled from above that he was incoming.

“Sweet Barbecuing Betty,” Falcon sassed as he landed beside Bucky kneeling in the mud. “Look at the crisp on that wall.”

 Bucky looked up to see some of the fog clearing. A black, charred streak defaced the entire side of the four story annex building. Towards the center of the mark were indentation with white ash peeling away in the damp.

Falcon continued, hands on hips, taking a few steadying, wet breaths. “When did Shuri create that bomb, you think? Wish she would have told you about it before you drove right into the line of fire. Your comm wash away?”

“How many did it get?” Bucky asked. 

Falcon shrugged, lifting his goggles to rub his eyes. “No one past that hill at least. We’re checking the coast now.” He finally looked down towards Barnes before panic rose in his voice. “The hell— Is she breathing? Lil’ Sam, can you hear me?”

“She’s—” Bucky didn’t know how to describe it, but Wilson bent to check her regardless. Pulse fine, breathing slow and unhindered, but his hands and her face were too dirty for him to check her pupils. Instead he changed the subject. “What do you mean—what did you see?” Bucky planted a foot against a root in the ground to push him and Samantha upright.

“From up there,” Wilson rattled, eyes on Lil’Sam and using a palm to scrape excess muck off of her, “the water was a strange shape, like it pointed to the city, and then it just…exploded—evaporated really. Looked like a bomb went off. Turned the whole thing to fog and mist and rain… Man, it’s hard to breathe in this. Think she’s having trouble?” Falcon checked her for the third time, looking towards the building for the next safest step. The blackened facade distracted both men for a moment, specifically the bottom of the scorch mark that showed a perfect outline of a human bust. Wilson spun around, assessing the newly visible terrain. They were standing in a wide, shallow hole approximately ten meters across, spotted with sharp blades of sunlight. “You’re gonna tell me what the hell happened here, right?”

Bucky remained fixated on the Annex wall, unflinching. “As soon as I know,” he mumbled before meeting Falcon’s eyes. Bucky shifted Sam’s weight to keep the mud from slipping them apart. “We need to see Banner.”

[Chapter 25: Compound]

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Soul’s Choice °3

Chapters: °1 | °2

Synopsis: What if your soulmate, the love of your life, and with whom you’re meant to be and live by, happens to be your best friend’s wife?

Warnings: +21

A week had gone by smoothly. Erik behind closed doors was loving, gentle and caring to Layana, as she was caring and doting to him.

T’Challa’s love and marriage to her weighed heavy on her chest. She knew this was wrong, they both did. But Erik was her “real” love. He was her soulmate. They were meant to be by this bond.

The two got to know each other better and started to grow a genuine fondness for each other. Erik made sure Layana was comfortable and made sure the coast was clear.

But the same questions would always be asked by Layana.

“What if T’Challa finds out?”

“What are we going to do about T’Challa?”

-

Layana went over to the stove and Erik trailed behind her with a mischievous grin. He began to kiss his soulmate’s neck. Layana gasped at the sudden touches. Erik smirked.

Layana held his hands over her waist in place as she moved her head to the side for better access. Erik kept kissing and going from her pulse to her shoulder. He moved his larger hands up to cup her breasts and knead them. Layana moaned softly and lowly.

While one of his hands then went up her shirt and bra to fondle with her breast, another one slid down, slithering under her underwear, coming in contact with her wet slit.

She gasped and mewled.

His fingers went lower until he was able to properly press against her clit.

Starting to move in teasing light circles, Erik kept kissing her and pinching her nipple as he basked in the sounds of his love.

“More…” Layana whispered, breathlessly as she tried to hold on to the counter. Erik obliged and applied more pressure as Layana’s moans grew. She could feel his manhood pressing from behind. She pressed her behind against it, earning a grunt.

“Mmm, let’s go to the bed. Lemme take ya’ mind off of this shit” Erik whispered. Going over to their bedroom, Layana laid on their king sized bed, taking her pants and underwear off, followed by Erik, who took his shirt off. Laying on top of her, he crashed her lips down to hers and began a deep, bruising kiss.

Erik’s hands got back to work as he began to rub her clit vigorously.

“Mm! Fuck! Please… more.” Layana moaned as she took off her shirt. Erik, with hooded eyes, nodded. His fingers entered her wet, tight heat, earning a loud moan and a whimper.

The heat of her body and pressure on her stomach began to increase. He pumped faster and faster, making her climax grow closer with every pump.

“Ooh fuck!” Layana moaned.

“Cum for me. Cum for me… I wanna see you cum on my fingers, babygirl, let me see you cum” Erik spoke. Layana nodded, arching her back off of the bed and felt herself at the tip of the iceberg. She was about to cum. It would be intense. Her breathing increased and moans grew louder and louder.

“Cum for me, Layana. I wanna taste you. Let me taste you. Lemme taste that sweet pussy.”

She was so close. That pressure and heat about to explode.

-

Opening her eyes, she woke up to an empty bed and wetness coating her inner thighs. She shivered and reached down to her throbbing heat. She took deep breaths to try and calm herself down from the erotic dream.

Embarrassed and panting, she stood and went to the bathroom, only to see a note on the mirror.

“I have a busy day today. There is food on the counter. I will see you at dinner. I love you.

-T’Challa”

Feeling the guilt in her chest, she couldn’t shake off the feeling from the dream. She shivered once again and felt her face warm up. Grabbing the note and settling it on the counter, she slid down to her wet slit and reached her clit. She began to rub in circles.

Rubbing harder now, she moaned and looked at herself in the mirror. Her curls over her shoulders, eyes low and dark with lust, biting her lip.

Walking back to bed, she laid down and began to rub her clit once more. Only this time she brought her legs up, with her other hand she reached around her leg and began to pump two fingers inside her.

“Oh fuck…” she moaned, throwing her head back as the pleasure began to grow into that warm pressure.

Her mind wandered off to Erik. How he kissed her the week before and how good he made her feel with only light touches. How he expressed that affection for her.

“Fuck! Erik! I’m gonna cum for you!” She whispered as she pumped harder and rubbed her clit faster. With her pleasure at its peak, she finally exploded and her orgasm ripped through her. Her fingers pumped even faster and harder into her entrance as she began to convulse.

“FUCK! ERIK!”

Her orgasm continued and a clear stream poured from her, wetting the sheets below her. After intense contractions and convulsions, Layana managed to calm down and catch her breath.

Shuddering, she looked at the mess she made. A wet spot on the bed, her fingers coated with her clear, glistening fluids, breasts out.

After cleaning up and making sure to leave everything in its place, she got ready for the day and walked out into the busy halls of the palace. Opening the breakfast T’Challa left her, she shut herself in her office and began to work.

Sorting through numbers, sending T’Challa messages from the War Dogs, updating lists, managing a fair amount of numbers and important data, as well as checking in with the staff around the palace and with Shuri’s updates around the kingdom.

It was a fairly busy day for her as well. She never had this amount of work to do.

Noticing a blinking light from her beads, she clicked and opened her office’s door. It revealed Erik, who held a small stack of paperwork. Layana sighed, guessing it was more paperwork.

“Hey…” Erik greeted, hoping to at least cheer up the busy queen.

Layana took her glasses off and rubbed her eyes.

“Hey.”

“I got some reports for you… but I’m guessin’ you don’t know it’s midday.” He began as he walked towards her glass desk and placed the paper in front of her.

Layana looked up at him with tired eyes.

“Thanks… it’s not midday. It can’t be,” she spoke, looking at the time. She raised her brows as Erik, as bold as ever, grabbed her hand, slightly startling her. Layana looked up.

“Have lunch with me. That way you can relax and… maybe I could help you with some work.” Erik offered, rubbing her knuckles. Sighing, Layana nodded, “fine. But I have one hour.”

Erik walked with her towards his office, where Layana burst laughing.

“What?”

“You got a whole-ass table here. How is this allowed?”

“It ain’t. But I don’t give a fuck, and besides, it ain’t bothering nobody.” Erik shrugged as he clicked on his own Kimoyo beads. The door opened and a staff member smiled and saluted, “my Queen!”.

“Rhea! Enkosi,” Layana smiled as she saluted in return. Erik got the small cart inside his office and Layana waved her goodbye.

“You know her?” Erik asked, uncovering their food.

“Yeah. She was my first server here. She’s nice…” Layana replied as she took a seat and Erik passed her a plate.

“You remember last week?”, Erik asked as Layana nodded.

“Then let me take you out on a date. We can lie and say it we checkin’ on something.” Erik said as a smirk appeared. Layana smiled softly.

“We can’t… T’Challa’s gonna have guards and Dora Milaje with me. I’m your soulmate but I’m still the Queen.” She spoke softly, holding his hand over the table.

“I can lie to him.”

Layana laughed. “You can’t lie to T’Challa.”

“We’ve come this far haven’t we?”

“Not a bad soulmate, Erik. Not bad at all.” She spoke, seeing Erik smirk.

“I know. You lucky as fuck.” Erik replied, making Layana laugh.

After they ate and chatted for the remainder of the hour, Layana thanked him and helped to clean up. She stood and walked to the door. Erik suddenly held her hand and pulled her towards him. Layana looked at him, confused. He pressed their lips together.

Erik’s hands traveled to her face and cupped her cheeks, deepening the kiss. Layana hummed and returned the kiss.

The energy of the room suddenly changed into heavy and hot. As did their kiss. It was no longer gentle and sweet. It was a deep, hot and passionate one.

Erik hooked Layana’s legs up to his waist, as they did when they shared their first kiss. He laid her on his desk and began to kiss her neck and chest. Erik then placed the most gentle and soft kiss to her patch. Layana gasped.

“Can I…?” He asked, taking Layana by surprise.

“N-No, not here… we’ll get caught.” She replied. Erik nodded, but Layana then went to the side of his office and placed her beads on a light switch on the wall. It revealed a door. Erik raised his brows, impressed.

“Damn, babygirl. I didn’t know this shit.”

“It connects to the bedrooms. Ramonda taught me.” She replied, Erik walking behind her. Arriving at Erik’s bedroom, he resumed his kisses.

“Do you feel comfortable?” He asked, seeing her nod.

“Are you?”

Erik gave a small smile and kissed her forehead before going back to her lips. Taking her to his large bed, he laid her on her back once more, slowly beginning to grind on her, giving friction. It earned a low, soft moan.

Already she was wet and throbbing, the dream replaying in her mind. After making sure to lock the door and activate the sound barrier, Erik slid her clothes off with ease, leaving her naked before him. He followed and discarded his clothes as well.

Both exposed, Erik kissed from her lips to her inner thighs, taking things slow and steady. Going back up, he placed her legs over his back and faced his next meal. He placed a soft kiss at first, but afterwards delivered a long, broad lick to her glistening folds.

He groaned. “Fuck, babygirl… you taste good as fuck…”, he chuckled, going back and starting to suck on her throbbing clit. Layana’s breath deepened and moans began.

His mouth worked wonders as Layana’s fingers held on to his locs for dear life, feeling her orgasm begin to approach. His arms stayed wrapped around her thick thighs as he ate her out. He groaned and hummed in satisfaction.

Layana kept panting and moaning his name in pleasure, starting to arch her back. The knot in the pit of her stomach began to tighten and so did her grip on Erik’s locs. He groaned again.

“Oh fuck, Erik! I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming!” Layana moaned as she finally felt her orgasm wash over her, making her legs shake.

Chanting profanities and squeezing Erik’s head in between her thighs added to the pleasure.

Once she was able to calm down, she groaned, looking down and made eye contact with Erik.

“Fuck… stop, I can’t…” she panted, seeing him wink. He stopped, delivering a last lick to her sensitive clit and chuckled.

“You taste good as fuck… you good tho?” He asked, rubbing her thigh. Layana, panting, nodded and laid down completely.

“Nah, babygirl… I ain’t done with you yet…” Erik spoke slowly, hearing Layana’s whimper. He kissed her lips again, allowing her to taste herself as she moaned into the kiss.

“Wait…” she spoke, breaking the kiss and looking at his throbbing manhood. He chuckled.

“Another time, babygirl… it’s about you now.” Erik would never turn down oral, but he wanted to please his soulmate now. His focus was on her.

He settled between her legs as he kissed her again. Erik grabbed his shaft and slid his tip up and down her soaked folds, using her wetness to lubricate himself. He shivered as Layana whimpered.

Up and down, he felt it all. He was already leaking precum. Breaking the kiss, he looked into Layana’s eyes and sighed, “you okay with this?” He asked.

Layana offered a comforting smile, “yeah…”, she nodded. Erik only felt his heart swell and kissed her again. He slowly and softly lined himself up with her entrance and softly sank into her warmth.

Moaning and groaning, Erik kept sliding in until he had completely hidden his girth up to the hilt. He waited a few seconds, wanting Layana to fully accommodate him.

“It’s okay… you can move…” she said breathlessly. Erik nodded and slowly began to move. Layana’s head fell back as she moaned, closing her eyes tightly and holding on to Erik.

Erik became a panting, moaning mess. His hips stuttered as he began to slightly speed up. The pleasure was overwhelming for them both. It was heavenly. He continued to move, hooking her legs around his waist.

As the soulmates finished their first night of intimacy, they laid in bed wrapped in each other, their legs tangled together under the sheets.

Erik held Layana close as he kissed her cheek and whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

He was making sure she wasn’t hurt.

“Erik… we have to get going… I just know people know I’m not in my office.” Layana suddenly spoke, going to get out of bed. Erik stopped her, holding her in place. He kissed her bare shoulder.

“Don’t trip, babe. You good. I let Okoye know you were gonna give me a briefing on the new updates around the tribes.” He replied, hearing her chuckle.

“Then I have time to shower.”

“You mean time for us to shower…”

Layana smirked, “if you bruise me, T’Challa’s gonna know.”

Erik laughed, “I know. Go ahead… lemme get you a towel.”

Once Layana and Erik finished their shower and Erik kissed her a last time, they walked back into Layana’s office by the secret passage. They arrived and saw everything was normal. No one had gone inside either.

“I guess I’mma see you later?” Erik asked, seeing as Layana reached his hand, rubbing his knuckles. She nodded, “you will.”

Walking over to T’Challa’s office to deliver his stack of paperwork, the King smirked. Layana only stared back at him with a confused glare.

“Did you have fun without me?” He suddenly asked, making her heartbeat increase.

“What?”

T’Challa stood from his desk and walked over to his wife, smirking. Layana could only stand still and await his next words with her heart practically jumping out her chest.

“You were drinking… again.”

Layana sighed with relief.

“What?” T’Challa questioned, holding her hand.

“I thought you were angry or something… fuck. Besides, it was just a sip of that a new whiskey.” Layana replied, accepting the hug from her husband. He chuckled.

“Are you done for the day?” T’Challa asked, Layana shook her head, looking at his chest, placing a hand over his heart. Light, slow waves of guilt began to wash over her, but she didn’t regret it just yet.

“Then come here. Work here with me here. I do not want you to be so lonesome. Send me the data and come here… with me.” T’Challa asked softly, grabbing both her hands and kissing her knuckles. Layana nodded as T’Challa kissed her forehead, softly and lovingly.

Walking out of his office, she felt her guilt fully settle. The sex with Erik was euphoric. She felt truly loved and she felt right, in the arms of the right man.

But T’Challa’s loving and caring ways still tugged at her heartstrings. He was sweet. Erik was as well, but T’Challa… confusion and sadness plagued her mind, enough to make her zone out.

“Oh shit.” Layana cursed, falling down and shaking her head, looking up at whatever made her fall down.

The Chief of the Jabari Tribe stood before her with an amused smile.

“Queen Layana! How good to see you again on such a fine day…” he spoke as a smirk began to take the smile’s place. He offered a hand as the woman took it and stood.

“Hello, Chief M’Baku… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you like that. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She apologized, offering a tired smile. The Chief crossed his arms.

“Why so formal? Don’t tell me that pathetic cat has told you something.” M’Baku spoke. Layana chuckled.

“No, he didn’t say anything. Did he say something to you? You don’t sound like yourself…” Layana replied, walking with him. M’Baku scoffed.

“No. But you seem to forget women to me mean more than men. And you do seem bothered…” he replied as Layana sighed, “I’m not bothered… but I am tired, and busy. Today’s been hectic.”

M’Baku hummed.

“What are you doing here M’Baku? Did you come for a meeting, pleasure or?” Layana suddenly asked.

“No. I came because your tiny husband asked for a meeting with me. He only said it was regarding our tribe’s peace.” He replied as Layana nodded.

They walked over to T’Challa’s office where he was still sitting on his desk working.

“Chief M’Baku! You are early.” T’Challa teased as the chieftain sighed.

“Let’s get this over with. This heat is no joke.”

Layana laughed and smiled, “I’m going over to the gazebo then. I’ll finish my work there.”

“Of course, love.”

“No, don’t leave me with him. You are much better on the eyes.” M’Baku begged, earning another laugh from the Queen. As the door closed, T’Challa’s facial expressions changed into seriousness.

“Stop flirting with my wife, M’Baku. She is not some piece of meat you can drool all over.” T’Challa spoke sternly as he sat on his desk. M’Baku scoffed, “or what?”, he asked teasingly.

“I will eliminate any type of peace between us and cut the trades. Stay away from my Queen, M’Baku. Nothing gets between us.” T’Challa threatened. His eyes bore a hole in between M’Baku’s eyes. He laughed.

“Calm down, man. I would never disrespect you like that. You know I respect Layana. You have my word.” M’Baku then spoke, his tone softened. No longer in his amused tone.

T’Challa sighed and softened his expressions as well. “Good. Now, I wanted to discuss the medical issues.”

Meanwhile, Erik, who walked in front of T’Challa’s office, had listened to the threat from outside of the door. He only scoffed and texted Layana, wanting her company.

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summary. after not hearing from her older brother for months, she has a few visitors at her doorstep. pairing. erik 'killmonger' stevens x aniya stevens [sibling!oc] author's note. i'm redoing this series to update it, so show me some love and hopefully i can get some new material out soon. word count. 1.23k

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Aniya was sitting in her apartment on a hot summer night in Oakland, watching the first reruns of Chicago Med. Her mind hadn’t been at rest since the last time she heard form her brother after he killed Claw before making his way to Wakanda. Letting out a deep sigh she continued to focus on the tv show while eating her ice cream. When the drink she had on her coffee stable started to shake, sitting up from her previous position. Reaching for the remote, she muted the television trying to pay close attention to the sounds from outside her apartment.

Moving quietly, she set her ice cream down on the coffee table, when there was a knock at her door. Cursing under her breathe she quickly got the gun she keeps taped under her coffee table, making her way to the door. Aniya cocked the gun taking  a deep breathe before opening the door to only be met with the Dora Milaje.

Much to her dismay, she fixed her glasses on her face before pulling her lower lips to show her mark before letting the women in. Soon enough the Black Panther followed behind them, Aniya watched as the five people made their way into her home judging her surroundings. She quickly checked the hall one last time before closing the door and locking it.

“Just give me on moment, I’m gonna put this away and we can talk about why you’re here and how you even know I exist.” Walking away before anyone could answer.

Aniya’s mind was racing as she packed away her gun, how they found her. Was it because of Erik? Was he okay? And why after all this time are they just now coming to see her? What could have happened to warrant this surprise and completely unwelcome visit.

Making her way form her coat closet in the hallway of her unit, she made her way back into the living room to see the Dora standing around her cousin who was sitting on her couch. An unpleased scuff left her mouth as she took in the whole scene in front of her.

“Excuse me your highness, I don’t know how they raised you where your from. But you speak before you take a seat in someone’s home here.” She spoke abruptly sitting across from him.

T’Challa’s face morphed into one of shock standing quickly not wanting to make this difficult trip any worse. This caused Aniya to chuckle before extending her hand for him to sit again.

“Now, what do I owe this pleasure to? Came to make nice with the traitors other love child?” T’Challa could not only hear the sarcasm that dripped from her voice but also the hurt.

“N’Jadka has requested you presence in Wakanda, he only recently made us aware of you.”

Aniya let out a chuckle of disbelief before looking him up and down. “So, let me just make this make sense for me, just bear with me please. After not hearing from the only living relative I have left, for five almost six months. He all of a sudden wants me to just drop everything I have going for myself to join him in the country to which killed me father? He can kiss my ass, and I mean that.”

Sitting back on her seat for a moment, she bit her lip trying to keep the tears at bay realizing there has to be a reason as to why it took him so long to reach out to her. And there is a reason he wants her to be with him.

Rubbing her hands up and down her face to dry her tears before trying to make sense of everything. “Alright, I’ll go but first tell me why after five months reached out for me now. And not when he got there? What happened?”

T’Challa watched as he saw the resolve of his little cousin break, seeing that she felt as if she was abandoned by her family, especially the only family she knew personally. His heart hurt for everything she went through the last few months, knowing what her brother did and the reason why she feels the way she does.

“Well for starters his entrance into Wakanda…” T’Challa went on to tell Aniya about what happened once her older brother made his way into Wakanda. As he told her about Erik dying and being revived  she fell into complete hysterics knowing that once he woke up he didn’t have family with him.

Along with the fact that he could’ve been dead forever and she wouldn’t have known, not being able to put his body to rest. Learning about everything he went through and that he was willing to leave her by herself just didn’t sit right with her. It honestly broke her spirit in a way she didn’t even expect.

Aniya let out a sigh as she moved her hands up and down her face. “So, did you know about me after he was hospitalized, or did he tell you after he woke up?”

“We found out about you after he was hospitalized, but before we could reach out to you he woke up and wanted for you to be there when he was ready.”

Aniya nodded clasping her hands open and closed in anger that her brother didn’t want her to be there for him. “Give me an hour and I’ll be ready.” Getting up she took her almost now melted ice cream, putting it in the freezer.

As she walked to her room grabbed her suitcase, while picking out clothes she saw her reflection in her mirror. Her hand went to her necklace, it was the only thing she had of her mother. It was a necklace her father gave her before he died, and her mother gave her the necklace before she died 15 years ago. 

Sniffling she looked away and continued to pack trying not to think about the fact that Erik was willing to leave her alone in this world knowing he was the only real family she had. They had gone through everything together and she didn’t even know the real reason he went to Wakanda.

“I swear to god when I see that nigga it’s on sight.” She mumbled to herself as she finished zipping up her bag.

Slipping on a pair of vans, she grabbed a few more things before making her way to the front where her three unexpected guests were. Nodding, she signaled she was ready to go. They continued their way to the roof after she had locked up her apartment.

They all boarded the aircraft where there was a beyond awkward silence. Looking around she saw how advanced everything was and now she understood why her father betrayed his country. They got to live in a utopia without worrying while her people were dying for just existing. She scuffed feeling this bubble of anger sit in her chest that she had to deal with her best friend being shot in front of her while her cousins didn’t have to worry about living to see the next day.

“Is something wrong?” A Dora asked looking over her shoulder.

Aniya shook her head no, deciding she didn’t trust herself not to snap at the older woman. Closing her eyes, she leaned into her seat trying to relax, she was finally going to Wakanda.

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