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[59] T'Challa || Black Panther

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Shuri was your best friend, no doubt. You spent so much time with her, that her own mother, previously the Queen of Wakanda, considered you one of her own. You could never really believe it. You were also good friends with her brother, T'Challa. The King. Speaking of, he'd just walked into Shuri's lab. "T'Challa!" You called out to him as he walked in, and he made a beeline straight for you.

"Y/N! How are you?" He'd been on a mission for the past few days, so you hadn't seen much of him. "I'm good," You greeted him with an odd chain of high fives and the Wakandan greeting. "Been helping Shuri update the Black Panther suit for you." You hopped off the counter you'd been sitting on, walking with him to where Shuri was typing away on her holoscreen.

"Brother! It's good to see you." As she brought T'Challa in for a hug, she winked at you from over his shoulder. She was well aware of your crush on the King. You just waved your hands at her, telling her to stop. God knows what T'Challa would do if he found out. Probably stop talking to you. Since you were the twenty-two-year-old best friend of his younger sister. Who was crushing on him like a schoolgirl.

"Now, me and Y/N have something to show you." T'Challa raised an eyebrow, looking from you to his sister in suspicion. "What kind of something?" You nudged his arm, rolling your eyes. "An update to the Black Panther suit, dummy." Shuri just laughed at T'Challa's dumbfounded expression. He was King of Wakanda, and yet you called him names, and Shuri flipped him off with ease. You were an old friend, however. And Shuri was his sister, so there was no getting angry over it.

Shuri led the two of you over to the three mannequins, one of which had T'Challa's Black Panther suit adorning it. The other two were different types. One with gold accents, the other with silver. "Isn't the purpose of the Black Panther suit to blend in?" T'Challa mused as he looked them over, favouring the one with silver accents. Shuri gave her brother a pointed look. "Hit the suit. There's a special upgrade to help absorb kinetic energy."

You stood back as T'Challa struck the mannequin, sending it flying back across the lab. "Not that hard you idiot!" Shuri snapped, making both you and T'Challa laugh. As Shuri retrieved the mannequin, T'Challa looked over at you and smiled. "It's wonderful to hear your laughter again, Y/N. It was one of the things I missed while I was away." You felt your cheeks heat up as Shuri set up the mannequin again, pointing out the purple discolouration of the suit where T'Challa had struck it.

"See this? It stores the energy to redistribute it when needed." She nodded to you, and you pulled out your holopad, starting to record T'Challa. He frowned at you, hesitating to kick the mannequin again. "Are you recording this?" You nodded, gesturing to Shuri. "Of course. It's for research purposes." She covered her mouth as T'Challa kicked the mannequin, and was sent flying backwards by the suit's blast of energy.

You burst out laughing, ending the recording as T'Challa rolled onto his side, shocked. Upon realising why you'd been recording, he pointed at you, putting on an authoritative tone. "Delete that footage!" You just continued to laugh, sprinting away from him when he gave chase. You avoided him for several minutes afterwards, but he managed to catch up and grab you, lifting you off your feet. You squeaked in surprise as he threw you over his shoulder.

"T'Challa! Put me down!" You cried out, laughing as you struck his back lightly with balled fists. Shuri was waving at you as T'Challa walked away, towards the spiral stairs. "Not until you apologise." After three flights, you apologised, and as soon as he let you down, collapsed on the floor, groaning as the blood rushed from your head.