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heartbeat | chapter six | b.b.

Summary | When Steve Rogers asks Kate Stark to find the Winter Soldier, she gets too involved.

Notes | Captain America: Civil War re-write, essentially. Starts just after the events of CA: Winter Soldier.

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x fem!oc, Bucky Barnes x Stark!oc

Genre | romance

Rating | explicit

Story Warnings | mild angst, fluff, romance tropes, so many romance tropes, coarse language, alcohol use, canon-typical violence, smut (m/f), oral sex (f&m receiving), 18+ ONLY

Chapter Warnings | canon-typical violence, coarse language

Citation | Russo, J., & Russo, A. (2016). Captain America: Civil War. Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures.

A/N #1 | FINALLY got this rewritten. Final chapter coming very soon, as well as a "lost scene" between chapters three and four.

A/N #2 | Feedback is encouraged! Let me know your thoughts.

master list | AO3 link

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The next morning, the rest of Sam and Steve's plan comes together on the sixth level of a parking garage at the Leipzig/Halle airport. Steve pulls the car into a spot next to a grey van and gets out to greet Clint and Wanda.

"Cap," Clint says, shaking Steve's hand.

"You know I wouldn't have called if I had any other choice," Steve tells him.

"Hey man, you're doing me a favor," Clint says. "Besides, I owe a debt."

Steve looks at Wanda. "Thanks for having my back."

"It was time to get off my ass," she replies.

Kate, standing by Bucky next to the Volkswagen, nods her hello to Wanda and Clint.

"How about our other recruit?" Steve asks Clint.

"He's raring to go." Clint walks over to the van and opens the sliding back door. "Had to put a little coffee in him, but...he should be good."

The man lying across the backseat jolts up at the sound of the van door. "What time zone is this?" he asks.

"Come on. Come on," Clint says, pushing him forward.

The man shakes Steve's hand. "Captain America."

"Mr. Lang," Steve says.

"It's an honor. I'm shaking your hand too long," Scott Lang says, dropping Steve's hand. "Wow! This is awesome! Captain America." He turns to look at Wanda. "I know you, too. You're great!" When he looks back at Steve, Scott can't stop himself from feeling his broad shoulders. "Jeez," he says.

Steve looks over his shoulder at Bucky and Kate, and Kate raises her eyebrows at him in a silent question of "Who is this guy?"

"Ah, look," Scott continues, "I want to say, I know you know a lot of super people, so...thinks for thanking of me." He mixes up the words in his excitement, then turns to Sam, "Hey, man!"

"What's up, Tic Tac?" Sam greets.

"Uh, good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I..." Scott trails off.

"It was a great audition," Sam says, shaking his head, "but it'll...it'll never happen again."

"They tell you what we're up against?" Steve asks.

"Something about some...psycho-assassins?" Scott answers.

"We're outside the law on this one," Steve tells him. "So, if you come with us, you're a wanted man."

"Yeah, well, what else is new?" Scott says, shrugging.

"We should get moving," Bucky speaks up.

"We've got a chopper lined up," Clint tells Steve before a man's voice comes over the public announcement system in German.

"They're evacuating the airport," Bucky says.

"Stark," Sam says.

"Stark?" Lang questions.

Bucky looks at Kate. "You're not coming."

"Two things," she says, holding up two fingers. "First, I work for and own shares in a former weapons manufacturer started by my father. Second, I came to a foreign country as a single woman, alone, to find the Winter Soldier. Do you really think I came unprepared?"

She enters a code into the smart watch on her wrist and it transforms into a smaller version of Tony's Iron Man gauntlet, wrapping around her wrist and hand, leaving her fingers free.

"It's a repulsor," she says, pointing it at Sam.

"Nuh-uh, no," he says, holding up a finger.

"Plus, I know some self-defense," she says. "Romanoff trained me."

"So, she could probably kill us all," Clint says, smirking. Scott looks momentarily worried, and Kate winks at him.

Wanda hands Kate a duffel bag. "Thought you might want this," she says. Inside Kate finds a Stark Industries-designed tactical suit and a laptop.

"Thanks, love," Kate tells Wanda.

When she turns back to Bucky, he's staring at her. "What?" she asks.

"Nothing," he says, shaking his head, but his smile is wider than she's seen it in a while.

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While the rest of the team spreads out across the airport, Kate hangs back in a terminal, trying to hack into Tony's Iron Man suit. It's a long shot, but she wrote some of the code for FRIDAY so she thinks she might be able to shut down a few functions.

"Sir, Miss Stark is attempting take us offline," FRIDAY informs Tony.

"Shut her out," Tony says. "And remind me to ground her when this is over."

In the terminal, Kate's screen flashes the message "Nice try, sis" before going black. She slams the laptop closed.

"Fuck," she exclaims.

"We found it," Sam comes in over the comms. "Their Quinjet's in hangar five, north runway."

"I'm closest," Kate says.

"You know how to fly that thing, doll?" Bucky asks.

She smirks even though he can't see her. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Sergeant Barnes," she says, her voice heavy with innuendo.

Sam groans, "Please stop."

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With what's left of the Avenger's distracted by Steve's team, Kate is able to make her way to hangar five without any incident. She ascends the Quinjet's ramp and preps for flight.

"I'm in," she says over the comms.

"We're almost to you," Steve tells her.

From outside the Quinjet, Kate hears Natasha shout, "Get out of the jet, Katie."

She stands at the top of the ramp, not descending. "You know I can't do that, Nat," she says, shaking her head.

"Is he really worth all of this?" Nat asks.

Kate doesn't hesitate before answering. "Yes."

Near the entrance of the hangar, a control tower collapses. Steve and Bucky come running through the debris. Nat stands between them and the Quinjet.

"You're not going to stop," she says to Steve. It's not a question.

Steve shakes his head. "You know I can't."

Nat sighs, "I'm going to regret this." She lifts her wrist and fires an electric charge from her Black Widow's Bite, stunning T'Challa who stands behind Steve, ready to avenge his father’s death in the UN bombing.

"Go," Nat says.

Steve and Bucky join Kate on the Quinjet. "Glad you could make it," she says as Steve slides into the pilot's seat.

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Bucky and Kate sit behind Steve in the Quinjet, not speaking. Bucky's mind is a jumble of questions he wants to ask them both. He starts with Steve.

"What's going to happen to your friends?" Bucky asks.

Steve sighs and shakes his head. "Whatever it is...I'll deal with it."

Bucky stares straight ahead. "I don't know if I'm worth all this, Steve."

Steve glances at Bucky. "What you did all those years...it wasn't you. You didn't have a choice."

"I know," Bucky says, then looks at Steve, "but I did it."

Kate bites her bottom lip and stays silent.

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Somewhere outside of Moscow’s airspace, Kate's phone dings. She pulls up an encrypted email from Tony.

"Steve, you need to see this," she says.

She opens a file detailing who the doctor in Berlin really was: Colonel Helmut Zemo. Steve studies the information, his mouth set in a hard line.

"Who the hell is this guy?" Kate asks.

"He's Sokovian," Steve finally says, and Kate can see in his eyes that he's still haunted by what happened in the small country.

"At least Tony knows the truth now," she says.

Steve only nods.

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Steve brings the Quinjet to land in the snow on a remote mountain top and kills the engine. Kate pulls out a rack of guns labeled 'Romanoff' and hands Bucky a machine gun. She takes a pistol for herself from a cabinet above and places it in her thigh holster. She can feel Bucky's questioning eyes on her again.

"Tony used to take me shooting every year for my birthday," she says.

"You sure about this?" he asks. She knows what he's asking, if she's sure about risking her life for him, choosing him over Tony.

"Always," she says, and she kisses him on the cheek before sliding another pistol into the back of her belt.

She moves to stand behind Bucky and Steve as the exit ramp of the jet descends.

Steve turns to Bucky and asks, "You remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway Beach in the back of that freezer truck?"

"Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?" Bucky asks, smiling.

"You blew three bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead," Steve says.

"What was her name again?" Bucky asks.

"Dolores. You called her Dot."

"Should I be jealous?" Kate chimes in.

Bucky smiles again. "She's got to be a hundred years old right now."

"So are we, pal," Steve says, clapping him on the back.

Kate follows closely behind Steve and Bucky as they enter the bunker. On a lower level, a loud thud catches their attention, and they all turn as a set of double doors are forced apart by Tony in his Iron Man suit.

He steps forward and retracts his helmet.

"So, you're done being a jackass?" Kate asks, lowering her weapon slightly.

"You seem a little defensive," Tony says. Steve takes a few steps toward him without lowering his shield. Behind him, Bucky keeps his gun aimed at Tony.

"It's been a long day," Steve says.

"At ease, Soldier," Tony says to Bucky. "I'm not currently after you."

"So, why are you here?" Steve asks. He wants to hear Tony admit he was wrong.

"Could be your story's not so crazy," Tony says. "Maybe. Ross has no idea I'm here. I'd like to keep it that way. Otherwise, I got to arrest myself."

"Well, that sounds like a lot of paperwork," Steve replies, lowering his shield. "It's good to see you, Tony."

"You too, Cap," Tony says, then he turns at Kate. "Katie."

"Big brother," Kate says.

Tony looks at Bucky. "Hey, Manchurian Candidate," he says, "You're killing me. There's a truce here. You can drop..."

Steve indicates to Bucky that he can lower his weapon and he does.

The four of them continue through the bunker, with Bucky keeping Kate between himself and Steve. Tony, with his helmet reengaged, leads the group into a large chamber holding several cryo capsules.

"I've got heat signatures," he says.

"How many?" Steve asks.

Tony hesitates. "Uh, one."

As they enter, the lights come on and the cryo capsules fill with a hazy, yellow mist. They can see that the capsules contain the other super soldiers. Kate catches Bucky's eye and they share a bewildered look.

A voice comes over an intercom system. "If it's any comfort, they died in their sleep," Zemo says. "Did you really think I wanted more of you?"

As they draw closer, they can see that each soldier has been shot in the head.

"What the hell?" Bucky mutters.

"I'm grateful to them, though," Zemo continues. "They brought you here."

A light in a control room at the back of the chamber comes on, illuminating Zemo's face. Steve hurls his shield toward the small window, but it flies back.

"Please, Captain," Zemo says, "The Soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR-100 rockets."

"I'm betting I could beat that," Tony says.

"Oh, I'm sure you could, Mr. Stark. Given time. But then you'd never know why you came."

"You killed innocent people in Vienna just to bring us here?" Steve asks, making his way to the door that separates Zemo from the rest of them.

"I thought about nothing else for over a year. I studied you. I followed you. But now that you're standing here, I just realized," Zemo pauses, "...there's a bit of green in the blue of your eyes." He chuckles. "How nice to find a flaw."

"You're Sokovian," Steve says. "Is that what this is about?"

"Sokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell. No," Zemo shakes his head. "I'm here because I made a promise."

"You lost someone?"

Zemo clicks his tongue. "I lost everyone. And so will you."

A small screen to Steve's left comes to life.

"An empire toppled by its enemies can rise again," Zemo continues. "But one which crumbles from within? That's dead. Forever."

Tony steps up to the screen, his helmet retracted, and studies the grainy security footage of a secluded road.

"I know that road," he says. He turns to Zemo, "What is this?"

Kate steps up behind him. "It's...." she starts but doesn't finish. She can't pull her eyes away from the date at the bottom of the screen: December 16, 1991.

The tape plays. The car on screen crashes into a tree, and Kate gasps. She watches as her father tumbles out of the driver's side door and a man approaches. She can hear her father's voice in her head before he speaks: "Help my wife, my daughter. Please. Help." Bucky can't look at Kate; he doesn't want to see the realization dawn on her face, doesn't want to watch it turn to hatred. When her father looks to the man above him with recognition and says, "Sergeant Barnes?" Kate sobs. She isn't sure how her legs are still holding her up, and she can taste bile in her mouth.

When the tape ends, Tony lunges toward Bucky.

Steve stops him. "Tony. Tony."

Tony turns to Steve, tears in his eyes, "Did you know?"

"I didn't know it was him," Steve says.

"Don't bullshit me, Rogers! Did you know?" he asks again.

"Yes," Steve answers. Tony pushes him away.

Kate finally turns to look at Bucky. He's not sure he can handle the tears running down her face. "You could have killed me," she says. "You should have killed me. Why didn't you?" Her voice grows progressively louder with each statement.

"You weren't my mission," he says quietly. But it's a lie. The mission called for no witnesses. He doesn't know why Kate is still alive. But he remembers her wide, scared eyes looking up at him that night, not unlike how she's looking at him now, and his heart feels like it might crack in two.

"So, what?" Tony shouts. "The Winter Soldier has a conscience? You don't kill kids? Just leave them orphaned?" He lunges for Bucky again.

"Tony, stop," Kate says, reaching for him.

Tony turns to her quickly. "You're grounded, Katie," he says, and he fires a low-voltage stun from his repulsor that knocks her unconscious. Bucky lets out a deep growl as Kate's body hits the floor.

The fight that breaks out is chaotic. Steve is certain that Tony will kill Bucky, and he isn't confident that Bucky won't be able to keep himself from killing Tony to protect Kate.

"Get out of here," he roars at Bucky, and he throws himself between the two of them.

"It wasn't him, Tony," Steve shouts. "HYDRA had control of his mind!"

"Move!" Tony demands.

"It wasn't him!"

But Tony isn't letting up. Tony gets Bucky the neck and seethes, "Do you even remember them?"

"I remember all of them," Bucky growls and pushes off from the platform he's on, taking Tony with him.

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When Kate wakes, her head is pounding. She gets to her feet slowly and looks around. Zemo is gone, having used the chaos as an opportunity to escape, and she can't see Bucky, Steve, or Tony anywhere. The room is eerily quiet. She stands still for a moment, taking deep breaths and waiting for a wave of nausea to pass. She's fairly sure she has a concussion.

As her vision becomes clearer and the ringing in her ears dies away, Steve appears at the entrance of the room with Bucky beside him. They're leaning on each other and seem to both be holding the other up. Bucky's titanium arm has been blown away, and Kate gasps at the sight. Steve doesn't look much better. She makes her way to them and presses her palm against Bucky's bloody cheek. The sight of him in pain momentarily outweighs her heartbreak at the recent revelations about her parents. He hisses at the touch to his bruised face, and she pulls her hand away quickly.

"Sorry," she says. But he shakes his head.

Kate turns to Steve. "Where's Tony?"

Steve gives a nod over his shoulder toward the silo where he left Tony with the shield, and says, "It's over."

Kate wants to ask more questions, but she doesn't think now is the time. She follows the two super soldiers out of the bunker and back to the Quinjet.

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Aboard the Quinjet, Kate finds one of Tony's T-shirts and wraps it around what's left of Bucky's arm to cover the jagged metal. Then she pulls out the first aid kit and wipes the blood from his face. They haven't spoken about the tape or that night in 1991, and neither of them know what to say. So, they both stay silent.

When she finishes with Bucky, Kate makes Steve sit still so she can clean his wounds, as well. He watches her closely as she bandages his bloody knuckles.

"I'm sorry about Tony," he says. "About what he did to you back there."

"Thanks," she says. "I've never seen him like that. He...," she pauses, "I know he feels guilty about what happened, things he said to Dad before he died, things he didn't say. And then...having to raise me. It was a lot for him."

"And you?" Steve asks.

Kate is quiet for a moment before answering. “They died before I even knew them. The only memory I have of them is this dream of the night of the crash and a man I thought was a figment of my imagination. Turns out.…” She doesn’t finish the thought.

“It wasn’t him,” Steve says. “Not really.”

She looks over at Bucky, slumped in one of the seats on the other side of the jet. She knows he's listening, but he doesn't look up. "I know," she tells Steve, meeting his eyes again with a soft smile.

Kate closes the first aid kid and stands. Before she turns away from Steve, she says, "You knew. Nat knew, and she left it out of the file. You could have told me."

Steve looks up at her. "Would you have helped me find him?"

"I don't know," she says. She looks at Bucky again. "But I'm glad I did."

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Starlight (T. Udaku)

Summary: Amani is an orphaned heiress who's spent most of her life raising her younger sister. T'Challa is a widowed King and Father. Neither of them is expecting much from their night at the Lotus. But the coming months have many milestones in store for these young adults. Will becoming a family be one of them?

Warnings: None

A/N: Hey y’all. I know I’ve been absent for a little bit again. This story was on the top of my update list and Dress Up is next now that I’ve finished the update. Now I’ve only posted this story on Wattpad, and since the update really only helps them, I thought I get in my weekly update by posting this story from the beginning. I hope you all enjoy as much as my other stories. As always let me know if you wanna be on the tag list. I’ll be posting an account update soon with some news about stories and the Master list. Have a beautiful day guys.

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Amani watched from the doorway as her baby sister packed up her suitcase. "You know you don't have to watch me pack. I'm a big girl." Amare Okeke looked up smiling. Amani walked over to help her zip the suitcase. "You're barely old enough to fly alone baby girl."

"Amani I'm 17."

"I know. I know. My baby girl is all grown up." Amani pulled Amare into a tight hug. "Maybe I should just keep you here this semester."

"Amani....."

I know, I know. Massachusetts Institute of Technology is paying your tuition, so I guess I gotta put you on that plane."

Amare chuckled. "I think they'd miss me too much if you didn't."

Amani scooped the younger girl into a hug. "Just be safe kid. Don't talk to strangers and no joining the mile high club."

Amare groaned and shuddered. "Okay, it's definitely time for you to go, don't wanna be late for work."

Amani laughed, "Be safe okay. Come back to me in one piece."

"I promise, scouts honor," Amare raised three fingers as she pushed her older sister out of the door. "Just one more hug," Amani begged. Amare shook her head, and shoved the car keys in her sister's hand. "Out," she pointed to the 23-year-old. Amani ran in for one last hug before hopping in her car. She waved three times more before pulling out of the drive and into the city traffic. Her Lexus weaved in and out of traffic as she headed to her day job. The Lotus was more of a pass time than an actual job. It paid a decent amount, and she got to work with her friends.

Twenty minutes later Amani pulled into The Lotus's back parking lot. She gathered all of her things and headed in to help work the closing shift. She scanned her key card and pushed open the heavy security door. The kitchen staff seemed to be winding down from the dinner rush. It was only seven and most of the tables had been served and were waiting to pay. Amani dropped her things in the break room before heading out to help the other waitresses.

" Well look what the cat dragged in." A petite woman teased from behind the bar. "Hello to you too Sakura."

"Hey, Mani! Can you cover this last table for me while I set up for tomorrow?" Madiyson asked as she nodded at a man and a little girl who walked into the restaurant.

"I just got here! What about 'Kura? She's here too."

Sakura glared at Amani from behind her magazine. "It would really mean the world to me if you could do it, Amani..." Madiyson puppy dog eyed her.

"Fine," Amani sighed, fixing her thick curls. They both stared at her arranging her twist out.

"What he is cute!" The black woman blushed grabbing a kid's menu and a menu."He has a daughter." Kura pointed out. Amani walked over to the sink to wash her hands, grabbed the nearest dish towel, and leaned again the counter to check her teeth in the mirror.

"But I don't see a ring," Madiyson pointed out as she grabbed a fresh washcloth. She winked before she hurried away to wipe down tables. Sakura laughed and turned back to her magazine.

Amani hastily checked her reflection once more before walking out onto the main floor. The little girl waved as the woman approached the podium."Hi! Welcome to The Lotus. Just you two tonight?" The man nodded. "If you'll follow me then." The small group walked to a booth. Amani fished into her small apron and took out a notepad. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"I'll have water," he smiled at the young woman. His voice and that smile practically melted Amani right then and there. The young woman pulled herself together to write down his order.

"Ada did you want anything?" he asked the little girl across the table from him.

"Do you have strawberry lemonade?" She asked in a sweet voice.

"No, but I may have something just as good. If you don't like it I'll bring you something else. How does that sound?"

The little girl grinned and nodded her head.

"I'll let you look over the menu while I get your drinks."

As the waitress walked off she heard the little girl whisper to her father. "Baba she's pretty!" Amani blushed and rushed over to the bar, desperate to hide the growing flush of her face. As she mixed the little girl's drink at the bar Madiyson and Sakura began drying cups beside her.

"So who's the beautiful stranger?" Sakura was the first one to speak nudging Amani on the side. "That's what we're calling him?" Madiyson rolled her eyes. Amani laughed as she felt Madiyson nudge her other shoulder. "He's watching you," she whispered. The sister looked up quickly at the man and his daughter before grabbing napkins and straws.

"His voice, god it's sexy. He has an accent though. It sounds dark and a little controlling, but warm at the same time." Amani hastily revealed as she worked to keep her hands busy. Madiyson grinned "Oooh! You like him!"

Sakura face-palmed as guests looked up at the commotion."Keep your voice down," Amani hissed as she grabbed the drinks. "I just think he's cute. Besides he may not even be single. There's no way I'm that lucky," She blushed as she walked towards the bar exit. "You won't be getting lucky either if Madiyson keeps yelling stuff like that out loud," Sakura grinned as Madiyson slapped her on her shoulder.

Amani shook her head and walked out to the table. She set the drinks down in front of the little girl and her father. The young waitress gestured toward the drink as the little girl took a sip. Her face lit up and she smiled before drinking some more. "I'm guessing you like it," she smiled at the little girl before noticing the father smile at her. Amani's face churned up the color of a bouquet of roses. "Anybody ready to order?" Amani asked taking out her notepad.

"Yes, I'll have the filet mignon with green beans and mashed potatoes." He closed his menu and smiled at her."Rare, Medium Rare, or well done?" The young woman looked up expectantly, instantly regretting meeting his eyes. Her knees went weak."Well done please." He folded his arms on the table.

Amani smiled before looking at the little girl, "what is a Mac and cheese?" Ada asked politely."You've never had Mac and cheese?" The young woman exclaimed feigning shock. "Oh my goodness, it's this really creamy bowl of amazingness. You wanna know what I eat mine with?" The little girl giggled nodding. Amani leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I eat mine with Chicken tenders."

The little girl nodded."Good choice, I'll have mine with chicken tenders too then." The brown woman smiled at the girl before writing it down."Fabulous choice princess," Amani smiled as the little girl giggled before her mouth dropped open. "How'd you know I was a Princess?" The man shook his head at the little girl. She went quiet.

"Oh, I'm sorry if I got her in trouble." Amani apologized.

"No, no she's not in trouble. I am T'Challa and this is my princess Ada." At the mention of her name the little girl grinned. "It's nice to meet you both, Amani." She smiled at them both. "I'll have your food out shortly."

The young waitress walked back to the kitchen, handed her ticket in for her table and wrote for herself for a to-go meal."Find anything else out?" Sakura asked as she walked in handing over a ticket. "His name is T'Challa. And he's got money." The woman looked up. "How'd you find out he had money?"

"He ordered Filet Mignon. How many people in this area order filet mignon?" Amani said as she grabbed the plates from the window. "Besides us, and that's only when Mrs. Ella needs to get rid of it."

"Businessmen mostly, we just never give you the big ballers," Madiyson smirks as she drops off her ticket."Are you serious?" Sakura nodded. Amani rolled her eyes, "I'm feeling the love," she sassed as she headed back into the dining room.

"Aww don't be mad Mani!" Madiyson called as Sakura cackled. The young woman huffed as she carried the food out to her table.

"Baba, I want to go somewhere fun tomorrow!" The little girl insisted as her father laughed. "You did not enjoy the Museum?" His eyes twinkled as she huffed. Amani chuckled silently as she set the plate down in front of Ada. "Maybe your Mac and cheese will make you feel better," Amani suggested as she handed T'Challa his steak. "If you don't mind me asking, what Museum did you go to?" He smiled, clearly glad someone was interested.

"We went to the High Museum of Art," Amani had to stifle her laughter at his reply.

"Princess Ada, how old are you?" Amani asked as the laughter threatened to pour out of her. "Four," The little girl proudly displayed four fingers.

She could hold back no longer. A full-bellied laugh rolled out of her.

"What?" T'Challa protested as Ada began to giggle too. He sighed as he waited for the two females to stop laughing. "I'm sorry, but you took a four-year-old to the High?" She smiled as she tucked the serving tray under her right arm."There was an exhibit of children's illustrators." He defended himself."But baba," The little girl interjected, "we don't live here I've never read any of those books."

Amani smiled. "Maybe you should try the aquarium, it's one of the best in the country. There's also this really big Ferris wheel Princess," the little girl's face lit up as she chewed up her chicken tender."Chew with your mouth closed Ada," her father gently reminded smiling at his daughter.

"I'll let you guys eat and be back soon."

The young woman couldn't keep the goofy smile off of her face as she helped refill salt and pepper shakers as Madiyson refilled condiments. "So is he feeling it? Is there a wedding I should start planning."

"No Madiyson you won't be planning anything." Amani grinned as she put the salt back in the closet. "And I don't know, you don't usually go up to a stranger and say 'Hi, I'm single. Are you single?"

"Well don't ask him like that," Madiyson scoffed as she replaced the top on a ketchup bottle. "I see why you're still single," she laughed. Amani whirled around and threw some salt from the counter at her. "Haha, very funny." Amani looked out the window to see T'Challa raise his hand.

"I'll be right back," the waitress walked over to the table. "We need a check?" T'Challa nodded as Ada finished the last of her Mac and Cheese. "That Mac and cheese treat you right?" Amina smiled as Ada grinned. "Yes ma'am," she replied.

"Baba, can we get ice cream?" Ada begged as Amani gathered the dirty plates. "Not tonight Ada, maybe tomorrow, entle."

"Oh if you go to the aquarium there's a really good ice cream shop downtown." Amani smiled."Then it's settled we'll get ice cream tomorrow Baba," The young princess declared. T'Challa smiled at his daughter. "Your wish is my command princess."

"Cash or credit?" Amani asked as she stood with the dirty plates. "Cash," T'Challa called. His eyes caused the waitress's heart to flutter. She offered an award-winning smile and nodded. "I'll be right back." Amani walked back into the kitchen dumping the dishes into the sink."Girl don't break no dishes," an older woman yelled from the back. "Sorry Mrs. Ella!" Amani grimaced as she began printing a check.

"Find out anything else?" Sakura asked as she began loading the dishwasher. "He's a total pushover for his daughter." Amina smiled placing the check in a black holder.

When she walked out to the table it was completely empty. Save for a note and some bills underneath his glass.

Sorry I could not say goodbye. Here is some money for the check. Ada says goodbye as well and thank you for the Mac and cheese and being so pretty. I would be delighted if you would consider accompanying us tomorrow around the city.

T'Challa

His number scrawled at the bottom of the note sent fireworks straight to her eyes. Amani lifted the glass to find two hundred dollar bills. She smiled fondly before tucking the note in her back pocket. She quickly finished the tab and grabbed her order from the window. She helped the rest of the staff to mop, sweep, stack chairs, clean dishes, put away dishes. As soon as the restaurant was locked up she waved goodbye to Mrs.Ella in the back and proceeded to hop and skip back to her car and speed home. Amani pulled up to her condo in the city her parents had given her before they passed. The young woman pulled off her shoes and walked up to the front steps. She placed her hand on the doorbell and let it scan her finger before opening the door. The off duty waitress placed her food in the microwave and blasted a Kendrick album before plopping onto the couch. She glanced at the clock before pulling out her phone. She quickly typed in T'Challa's number and typed a message.

Amani: Is this T'Challa? It's Amani, from The Lotus.

T'Challa: yes this is T'Challa. I'm so glad you texted me. I'm sorry to bother you but Ada would not stop talking about you. She would really like it if you could join us tomorrow.

Amani: just Ada?

T'Challa: We would both enjoy your company tomorrow.

Amani: Then I'd be delighted. What time?

T'Challa: 9:30 a.m. we do not wish to hold the masses back for long periods of time. We will pick you up.

The woman typed a quick goodnight. She made a point to text her little sister before grabbing her food and settling down with the music. The ping of her phone startled her. Licking her fingers she checked the clock and headed into the kitchen to grab her phone.

Amare: don't forget you promised to attend that after-party tonight. With mom and dad's work partners.

"Frick," Amani yelped hopping off of the couch. She was beyond late. She grabbed her phone and ran into her bedroom. A gown was hanging over her closet door. She grinned, knowing that Amare had left it there before she left. She took a quick shower, tried to refresh her hair, threw on some light makeup, and pulled on the dress. Texting a quick thank you to her sister, she searched for the invite email once again and decided her car would be faster than an Uber. Luckily the venue was downtown. Amani drove as fast as the floor-length gown and heels would let her. She skidded into the valet drive-in, tossed the young man her keys, took a deep breath, and glided her way into the lobby.

Once in the elevator she touched up her makeup, fluffed the braided twist out bun, and sighed. The doors dinged open and she glided into the ballroom. Immediately she was surrounded by her parent's former employees. She smiled, shook hands, took some press pictures, made a couple of statements to reporters, before taking refuge in the corner. The part-time waitress grabbed a flute of champagne to sip as she perused. One of her dad's partners smiled and moved in her direction. Mentally preparing for the longest conversation of her life, Amani took a long gulp of champagne. "Long time no see!" Harold Armon smiled. "Hello Mr. Armon," Amani rolled her shoulders back and plastered on a smile.

"How are you, dear girl? How is your little sister? Amira?" He reached out to touch her shoulder.

"Amare," the older sister corrected. "Right, right!" Harold beamed, squeezing the young woman's shoulder. Amani shrugged his hand off. "She's fine. She left this morning to finish off her second semester at MIT."

"That's brilliant, she always was bright like your father. Is she thinking about running the company when she comes of age?" he pried. Amani frowned, "No. Our parents always wanted us to choose our own route in life. She decided that she didn't want to run the business."

"That is too bad. I could have been a great help. You all could have relied on me to take over the business. Then you wouldn't have to worry your pretty little head about all the men's work-" Amani zoned out as the man tried to persuade her to appoint him to a top position. She already knew his game. These conversations were why she hated coming to the parties.

When her parents had died unexpectedly, Amani and Amare had been thrown into the world of office politics. As soon as the plane crashed in that Pennsylvania field, her phone was flooded with calls. Her father's lawyers advised her not to talk to anyone until she and Amare were together. They brought, the then 15-year-old, Amare out of school and down to Atlanta. Within a matter of hours, Amani had to decide who would take over the company in her parent's absence. She promoted her father's CFO, and her mother's assistant. She made sure that she put money away for her and Amare to live on. Then she handed the company over, operationally at least. She and Amare were still obligated to show their faces, and be present at board meetings. They weren't required to vote, but when they did, their word was law. Hence the groveling, and somewhat misogynistic, man standing in front of her.

She nodded along, taking to chance to glance at her side, where she saw T'Challa. His suit immaculately pressed and tailored. A ring flashed on his left hand and Amani felt her heart drop slightly. She blushed when he looked up and noticed her staring, she waved before tuning back into Harold.

"Brookman's first-quarter report does not look like it will be that promising. I think that if I were in that position I would avoid this merger with Wakanda and their king-" The man faltered, and tripped over his words. His eyes going wide at something behind her. Turning to look Amani saw T'Challa walking towards them. She returned his smile when he moved to greet her. "Amani."

"T'Challa-"

"Your highness." Harold quickly dropped into a stiff bow. "There's no need for that. Mr.-" T'Challa laughed.

"Armon" Harold stuck out a hand.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Armon," T'Challa placed his hands behind his back, forcing his posture upright. Harold brought his own hand back into his side. "Do you mind if I borrow your conversation partner?"

"Oh well, we were-"

"I will make sure you get to see her before the night is over," T'Challa gripped Amani's hand and pulled her away. She gave Mr.Bowdman a quick goodbye before falling into step with T'Challa. "Thank you," Amani laughed while strolling with the man.

"I can always sense a damsel in distress."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. It's my superpower," the businessman whispered. Amani chuckled as she wrapped her arm through his. "Though I am surprised to see my waitress here. At the Okeke Tech Industries donor party."

"Are you suggesting that I cannot contribute based on my meager salary?"

T'Challa raised his hands in defeat, "I am merely suggesting that there is something you are not telling me, Amani." The undiscovered royal laughed.

"I believe that Ms.Okeke would be more formal T'Challa."

"Ah, you are the mysterious, and rumored to be beautiful, Okeke heiress.

"I wonder which of those intrigues you more. Beautiful or mysterious?" she teased.

"I quite prefer mysteries. Your beauty is just a bonus." The two smiled at each other. "It is nice to formally meet you, Ms. Okeke."

"What are you doing here?" Amani asked, grabbing a flute of champagne from the passing waiter. "I am here to check on my future assets. Make sure everything runs right."

"You're the one buying my parent's company?"

T'Challa winked, grabbing the flute of champagne from Amani and taking a sip. The woman blushed as he handed it back. "I was never told who the buyer was," Amani added, taking another sip from the same place on the glass. "His Majesty King T'Challa Udaku, at your service Ms. Okeke," the king bowed to kiss her hand. Amani choked a little, as the news slammed into her. "King?"

"Yes, please do try to keep up Ms.Okeke," The king chuckled while he grabbed a flute of champagne for himself. He extended his arm once more for the heiress and they continued to stroll about the room, eventually ending up on the balcony. They sat next to each other on a stone bench, each admiring the night sky. "You look beautiful tonight," T'Challa turned, staring at Amani's profile. "I've always been told starlight is my best light," Amani teased, blushing once her eyes met T'Challa's. She grabbed the king's cup and took a long drink.

The sounds of the party wrapping up brought both of them out of their isolated dream world. "May I walk you to your car?" T'Challa extended a hand to help Amani up and off of the bench. "If you would like," Amani smiled. The two walked side-by-side, bypassing anyone who wanted their attention. "Are we still on for tomorrow?" Amani broke the silence.

"Of course. I await our reunion with earnest."

"I guess I should text you my address then."

"I guess you should."

Amani pulled out her phone and quickly sent a text with her information. Placing her phone back in her purse, she looked up at the king. The valet pulled up with her car and she let her smile falter. "I guess I'll see you in the morning."

"I'll see you in the morning, Ms. Okeke." T'Challa smiled, placing a kiss on the back of her hand. She got into the car and sighed as it pulled away from the curb.

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multi-fandom-imagines8 · 6 years

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A Promise

Part 2

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Summary: After months of searching for Bucky, you and Steve finally find him. You have to prove his innocence.

Warnings: fighting, pain, a bit of angst?

Word Count: 1620

“I'm with Steve on this one” you crossed your arms.

“When are you not? You guys are like inseparable twins” Tony was slightly annoyed.

“But he's right. If we sign this, we give up our freedom” you continued.

“The rules can be changed” Tony tried to convince you.

“Exactly. We don't know what rule they'll force on us next” Steve added.

“whatever. Talking to you is like talking to a brick” Tony gave up.

“It's not that bad” you saw Steve looking sad.

“Yeah?” he wasn't sure.

“At least, now we can fully focus on finding Bucky. I know he's still out there” you informed him.

You heard his phone ring. He looked at it and suddenly his expressions changed.

“I have to go” Steve left the room and you followed.

“hey hey hey. Talk to me. What happened?” you asked.

“It's Peggy. She's dead” he informed you.

“I'm so so sorry” you hugged him and he tried to keep it together.

- - -

Steve was talking to Sharon and Sam asked you about him, when suddenly Steve called you over. You went to Sharon's room and watched the news.

“No, he didn't do it. I can feel it Steve” you didn't believe the news.

“hey, we'll find him and ask him okay” he put his hands on your shoulders.

- - -

You and Steve entered Bucky's room in your suits.

“Bucky” you exclaimed.

“Do you know me?” Steve asked.

“You're Steve. I read about you in a museum” he said ignoring you.

“What about me?” you asked.

“you're y/n, Steve's oldest friend” he didn't dare look you in the eyes.

“is that all you know?” your heart was aching.

“I don't know. I have these dreams or flashbacks or imaginations, I don't know. You were my baby doll?” he tried to remember.

“I still am” you took a step forward but he took a step backward.

“I called you kitty” he remembered and you smiled.

“I know you're nervous. You have plenty of reason to be. But you're lying” Steve interrupted.

:I wasn't in Vienna. I don't do that anymore” He looked at Steve, then you.

“I knew it. See, I told you Steve” there was a grin on your face.

“Well the people who think you did, are coming here now and they're not planning on taking you alive” Steve informed him.

“We need to go now!” you demanded.

“that's smart. Good strategy” Bucky took a step back as he heard the men on the roof.

“this doesn't have to end in a fight, Buck” Steve told him.

“Please don't” you begged, knowing he's gonna fight.

“it always ends in a fight”.

“You pulled us from the river, why?” Steve asked.

“I don't know”.

“Well I do. You know who we are. We're you're friends Bucky. I'm your fiancee” you tried to convince him.

The men threw gas-bombs at you. Steve managed throw it away but it reached Bucky's feet. He threw it back and Steve put his shield on it.

You started to fight the policemen and Steve tried to stop Bucky.

“Steve where the hell is he?” you were worried.

“He jumped off the building” Steve informed you as he fought the other policemen.

“I'm going after him” you ran towards the window.

“Y/n wait” he exclaimed.

“Who the hell are you?” you asked the man in the cat costume.

He ignored you and fought Bucky. The man was trained and strong. You helped Bucky, but still you couldn't defeat him. When Bucky saw you fight him. He took his bag and ran.

“Typical” you sighed remembering the good old days.

The man scratched your face and followed him.

After a long fight in the tunnel, you were surrounded by police and authority. You had to surrender. You knelt in front of Bucky and put your hands behind your back.

“So you like cats?” Sam asked.

“Sam” Steve wasn't in the mood.

“What? Dude shows up like a cat, you don't wanna know more?”.

“Your suit, vibranium?” Steve asked.

“The black panther has been protector of Wakanda for generations […] and now because your friend murdered my father, I also wear the mantel of king. So I ask you as both warrior and king, how long do you think you can keep your friend save from me?” T'challa asked.

“As long as it takes, no matter what it takes” you said.

- - -

After Steve captured Bucky, you went to abandoned building and he tied him up.

“Steve” was the first thing he said after waking up.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?” Steve asked.

“Your mom's name was Sarah... You used to wear newspapers in your shoes” Bucky chuckled.

“and you? I remember you. The best dancer in the neighborhood. You always loved trouble” he gave you a smile.

“Can't read that in a museum” Steve stated the obvious.

“and just like that we're supposed to be cool?” Sam asked.

“What did I do?” Bucky got a bit angry.

“Enough” Steve said.

“Go easy on him” you told him.

“Oh god, I knew this was gonna happen” Bucky sighed. “Everything Hydra put inside me is still there. All he had to do is say the goddamn words” he explained everything and you were headed to Siberia.

Sam sat in the front seat, you and Bucky sat in the backseat as you watched Steve kissing Sharon. When he turned to face you, all of you smiled and he rolled his eyes.

- - -

You were now face to face with the other half of the team. This was not gonna end well. There's gonna be blood, pain, tears and broken hearts. But you were willing to do whatever it takes to save Bucky.

Nat and T'challa were now standing in front of you.

“please Nat. He didn't do it. I don't want to fight you, but I will if I must. He's the love of my life. I've waited so long for this” you begged.

“Go” she fought T'challa and tried to buy you some time.

“What's gonna happen to your friends?” Bucky asked.

“Whatever it is, we'll deal with it” Steve assured him.

“I don't know if I'm worth all this” Bucky doubted.

“Of course you are. You're worth the world to me” you put your hand on his cheek.

“What you did all those years wasn't you, you didn't have a choice” Steve tried to ease his conscious.

“I know... But I did it” you saw regret and sadness in his eyes.

“Please stop blaming yourself” you looked into his eyes for another moment before placing a soft slow kiss on his lips. To your surprise he kissed you back.

- - -

You watched the tape of Bucky killing Tony's parents; you didn't know but Steve did.

Tony was filled with rage and wanted to kill Bucky as soon as possible. He hit Steve and went for Bucky. You stood in front of him.

“Stay out of this y/n” he warned you.

“You know I can't. Don't do this. It wasn't him” you tried to stop him.

“I don't care” he slapped you with his metal arm and you landed next to Steve.

By the end of the fight, you had several broken ribs and a twisted ankle. You stayed on the floor as you watched Steve and Tony fight. It broke your heart to see them like this. But you weren't gonna let anything or anyone hurt Bucky, not after you found him again. Loosing him one time was enough, you couldn't bare loosing him a second time.

- - -

After you freed the rest of the team, you, Steve and Bucky went to Wakanda. T'challa offered to help Bucky and you accepted. Before you went to the lab, you and Bucky were in one of the beautiful Wakandan gardens.

“So, I guess this is it?” you asked him.

“It doesn't have to be” he said.

You raised one eyebrow waiting for an explanation.

“Since the day you saw me again, I stabbed, shot, hit and chocked you. You still stood by my side and fought you're friends. Your beautiful was scratched, your ankle twisted, you had several broken ribs and many wounds and bruises, and all because you didn't want to give up on me. I can't do anything that will best that. But at least, I can honor my promise to you, if you agree. Y/n y/s/n u/l/n will you marry me?” he went down on one knee and proposed.

“oh my god. Yes, yes, yes. I thought you forgot about that” you clasped your hands over your mouth.

“How can I forget something like this. Till death do us part, ey?” he put a ring on your finger and kissed you passionately.

“congratulations” T'challa came with Steve and an officiant.

“Finally! It only took like what? 70 years?” Steve joked.

T'challa and Steve were the witnesses to your marriage. T’challa gave you another ring, so you can complete the wedding and Steve gave you away.You exchanged your vows and said your goodbyes.

“I'll see you later, husband”.

“hopefully, sooner than later, wife”.

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sicklylittlesnowflake · 6 years

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HI!!! so i noticed a little star next to T'Challa and I saw Black Panther tonight and guess who's craving so black panther sickfic? I so bad at prompts so here's me hoping you already have some or make one up because I'm sure anything you come up with will be better than mine so consider this an if you find yourself deciding between some prompts, choose a Black Panther! lol i hope this made sense aha

(Okay so I do have another T'Challa prompt which I will 100% write in the not so distant future; but I’ve had this idea in my head since I watched the film and I really want to write it, so due to the free nature of this prompt I’ve used it as an excuse that write this fic! Hope that’s ok!!)

T'Challa sees him every night.

He is not a monster. He is not a storm that will ravage Wakanda.

He is a boy.

He’s seen those eyes. So heavy. He’s seen the anger, the fire. Tell tale signs that he is not completely broken. That there’s still something in him that hasn’t been demolished by the sins of his nation. He’s angry because he has been belittled far too long. He has been outcasted too long, left in the cold. So he craves flame, and for that flame to destroy them. Bask in their warmth. It’s not right, T'Challa knows, but deep within him he understands. And in a sad, twisted way, he is right.

Because he’s seen the fear. He’s seen the flickering remnants of a boy who once was. T'Challa’s seen the innocent delight of a boy watching an astonishing sunset. He’s seen the glee of a father’s promise fulfilled. Just a boy.

T'Challa’s seen that sadness. That somber mourning for a life that could’ve been. He sees in his eyes that twinkle of regret, or the twinkle of nostalgia for a home he’s never had. T'Challa feels it too. In his dreams he stands next to him in battle. He is strong. He is brave. He is mighty.

And then the paradise ends and he sees him again as he is. He sees him crumbling. Trembling. Dying.

T'Challa sees hope in him but he doesn’t. He would much rather die right now. When he bleeds out he is free. And to him it is a better fate than bondage, better than the life he had been living. He didn’t see the hope. He’s been broken too much.

And that’s what keeps T'Challa awake at night. A boy with so much light and destiny stripped away of his grace and shunned. A product of the darkest side of his nation. A boy dead because they refused to let him in.

T'Challa is tired. He’s drained. Too much has happened all at once and everything he once knew has been unravelled before him. He doesn’t sleep. So much so he’s gotten weak. Sick. Fevered.

But he cannot rest. T'Challa cannot rest because every time he closes his eyes the haunting picture of Erik jolts him from sleep. T'Challa cannot rest with the thought that there are so many little boys and girls who may be on the same road. A road so easily diverted if Wakanda emerged from the shadows.

T'Challa is the king. And as king he has no time to rest. He must work. He must please his people. Wakanda must stand strong. And he must show them the way. T'Challa cannot be weak.

And as trained as he is, as educated as he is, as molded as he is to be perfect, he cannot get past Shuri.

She knows him best. She knows when he is not well. She knows the tired glaze over his eyes, and the slightly ashy sheen that paints his face. She knows the slight slouch in his stature. Shuri knows where he would be if he were to stall his own personal welfare.

Shuri finds T'Challa hunched over a collection of documents.

His body is shaking, he feels hot and cold waves pulsate through him in antithetical directions so he feels like he is burning and freezing at the same time. As he tremors his leg rattles against the chair, and his penmanship is wobbling as he signs the document he had just been reading.

“Brother,” She calls out quietly, but apparently not quiet enough as it is loud enough to cause her brother to jolt, and wince slightly as his headache intensifies.

“Sister,” He replies calmly, his voice low and raspy, on the verge of fading away completely. It makes him sound small. And her brother is not small, he is mightier than he will ever know or believe, so she knows something is awry.

“You’re not well,” She comments, approaching him from behind his chair and resting warm hands on his shoulders, circling them in a reassuring manner that is prompting him to rest.

“I’m fine,” He replies hastily, reaching for the next document on his pile and he begins to read. But the words cross fade and it is incomprehensible. His senses seem to heighten in the worst possible way, and there is too much. T'Challa cannot handle it.

Shuri sighs softly, knowing full well what is ailing her brother. It puzzles everyone, but the two of them have this bond that cannot be explained, not even through science, and science is Shuri’s bread and butter. And if she cannot explain it herself, then it is an intangible mystery.

“You should rest now,” Shuri presses further, a little more firm this time.

T'Challa shakes his head adamantly, “I cannot.”

“And why not?”

“Because I am king, I must serve my country,” He proclaims confidently, but Shuri can detect the wavering, the weariness, the fear laced in between his words.

“You cannot do so if you’re incarcerated by illness. You are not at your maximum potential, so therefore you are not performing to your maximum potential,” She argues, although her tone is still sweet and gentle, and very clearly stemming from a place of love.

T'Challa sighs heavily, deflated, stifling a short series of coughs against the cuff of his sleeve, “I must push through. I cannot abandon Wakanda for even a second. They need me.”

Shuri raises an eyebrow, “That is exactly my point.”

T'Challa can’t help the small chuckle that manages to escape him. She had always been smart. She’s always been one step ahead of him, and he could not be prouder.

“You’re good.”

“I know.”

He sighs softly, “I will rest later. You should be on your way.”

Shuri knows when his promises are empty. She is his sibling, after all. But she also knows when it is useless to fight (she can’t waste time, she’s got better things to do) so she just nods and walks away, and goes to seek someone she knows T'Challa cannot resist.

When Nakia finds out that T'Challa is sick she drops everything she’s doing and heads straight for him. She knows him. She knows he’s difficult, that he likes to shut himself away and lock himself behind these high walls he’s built around himself. She would know, any person who had loved him at some point would know.

And she still loves him. T'Challa has built these walls around himself to hide the part of him he doesn’t want the world to see; but that part he hides, she loves very dearly. She loves him, so she would drop anything she was doing for him.

He is difficult. He’s hard to find. But she has known him so long. She finds him.

She finds him watching the sunset. A glorious sunset that sweeps across the country, its warm blaze glowing upon the evergreen grass of their nation. She knows he loves the sunset. Every citizen of Wakanda does. It reminds them of their strength. It is the symbol of their nation.

“T'Challa,” She starts softly, her steps towards him nimble and gentle. She assumes a seat next to him, and she gazes out to the horizon with him.

“Nakia,” He replies tiredly, his eyes glazed. He seems distant.

Before she can speak he chuckles softly, “Shuri sent you, didn’t she?”

“Of course she did, I wouldn’t come after you if I had the choice,” She jokes lightly. But they both know they’re lies. She would stand by his side for as long as she possibly could.

There is a short silence that ensues. But it’s not uncomfortable. It’s sweet.

“You haven’t been sleeping. You’re not well,” She says, breaking the silence. She is not accusing.

He exhales, “I see him every night.”

“Killmonger?”

“No, Erik.”

Nakia tenses a little and sighs, “I think about him all the time too.”

“He was a child,” T'Challa breathes, “And he was abandoned.”

“We outcasted him. He had no home. He was alone,” He whispered.

She nodded, “He was not a good person. But..if we had never left him alone..I like to think he would’ve been different.”

“I saw his eyes, Nakia. There was still a little bit of light. But he wanted to be free. He could’ve been free, Nakia. He needed us. We’ve spent so long hiding in the shadows. When we have so much. How many other kids are out there suffering? How many more Eriks?”

“I am so ashamed, Nakia. When I looked at him, there was so much pain. He was so broken. He thought there was nothing left inside of him. He crumbled and we watched. We didn’t do anything.”

“We can now,” Nakia says suddenly.

“But my father–”

“You are not your father. You are king of Wakanda. You have spent your whole life training to make sure Wakanda is alive. But is Wakanda really alive if we hide? Stay in the shadows? What if Wakanda were to emerge into the light and glow just like this sunset before us? Wouldn’t we then be alive?”

“We cannot reverse what has been done. The dead have been laid to rest. You cannot bring him back, T'Challa. But you can make sure that nobody else breaks like that ever again.”

“Wakanda is mighty. But we are not the only mighty ones. United we must be. We cannot sit and watch as the world falls into barbarian ways, we must stand together. It is the only way we as a human race can truly progress. It is our responsibility, T'Challa. It is now we must stand. You must lead us. I know you can.”

A silence falls between them.

“Wakanda has spent too long in the shadows,” T'Challa says quietly, but not weakly. He is strong. He looks off into the sunset and a smile creeps onto his face.

“It is time we step into the light.”

Nakia smiles. She knows they will. She believes in her leader.

But it is then when she realises how unwell he is.

She quickly places a hand on his forehead, and the surface her hand lies overtop sizzles, “T'Challa, you’re burning up!”

He merely grunts before she’s yanking him up to his feet, slinging his arm over her shoulder and drags him away, “You need rest.”

The next minutes go in a flurry, she is dragging him to his bed and is rushing for a cloth. She dampens it with cold water and places it over his forehead, trying to get his fever down.

“T'Challa, you are an idiot,” She hisses, but there is a fondness to her voice.

“Your idiot,” He grins cheekily. She rolls her eyes at him.

“Unfortunately so.”

He looks at her with such a loving gaze she wants to melt, but she holds herself together. He is so ridiculously goofy in the most endearing way, and the next second he is her stoic and mighty king. She likes both versions.

“What?” She asks, unable to disguise the fondness in her voice, unable to disguise her smile.

“You’re just so wonderful.”

She scoffs.

“You inspire me every day. You inspire me to be a better king, better person. Your work has opened my eyes. Our country will be better because of you. The world will be better because of you.”

She tries to hide her smile, “Your fever is talking.”

“No, my heart is.”

She whacks him playfully on the arm, “Shut up!”

“We’re ready to stop hiding. We’re going to reveal ourselves at last,” T'Challa says softly, but surely.

“I am ready,” She says with a smile so bright.

“You need to get better first. Rest, then you can show the world how much we kick ass.”

“We’ll show the world what Wakanda really is.”

And after they do, T'Challa can rest again. He still sees Erik every night. But every night Erik’s eyes seem to get a little bit lighter.

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