I finally watched Black Panther and I have never been happier to watch a movie. I love how humble and determined T'Challa is. Chadwick is an amazing actor, so I will be dedicating this book to him and Erik Killmonger/ Michael B. Jordan. Unless a req...
Morowa's alarm chirps persistently, earning a groan from T'Challa. He pins his pillow over his head as he lies outstretched on the couch.
Morowa turns off the alarm and rolls out of bed. She freshens herself up so she can make it before breakfast.
"Wake up, Chi." Morowa states as she shakes him.
"Chi, wake up!" She says.
T'Challa brushes her off and snuggles further into the couch. Morowa rolls her eyes and takes the pillow off of T'Challa's face. She hits him on the chest with the pillow.
"Come on, Chi. Get up, please." She whines.
Morowa swings her legs onto his abdomen and pushes on his chest. T'Challa grabs onto both of her hands and held onto them.
"I can buy you a full course breakfast, could you please just sleep in with me?" He says with a husky voice.
"What? Steve always briefs the team after breakfast, I can't-"
"Morowa?" Sam's voice call from outside the room.
Morowa gets off of T'Challa and walk to the door. She opens it slightly and says:
"Hey Sam, good morning."
"Good morning, princess. I figured since T'Challa was here that things might be a little difficult. So I just figured that I stop by and give you the file that Steve normally gives us during the briefing. That way the both of you are informed." Sam states.
"Thanks, Sam. That's... very sweet of you." She says.
"No problem, see you around?" Sam says.
"Yeah, see ya."
Sam walks away and Morowa closes the door. She turns around to see T'Challa standing as he glowering at her. She does a double take as she catches his dark gaze.
"Why the face?" She asks.
"He comes to your room in the mornings?" He asks as he folds his arms across his stomach.
"No, he doesn't normally. But he took your prescience under consideration and brought us a file. He was trying to be nice, Chi." She defends.
He sits down and rest his elbows onto his knees with his fingers laced in front of him. I sit beside him and mimic his actions.
"I don't understand how Sam being nice is such a bad thing." Morowa adds.
"It usually isn't a bad, but with his intentions, he-"
"What intentions? Sam is a friend, he wants to be my friend, nothing else." She defends.
"Why do you care if he likes me romantically or not? Did you come here just to criticize my life in the United States?" She adds.
"Of course not, Rowa. I just..." T'Challa trails off once his eyes meet her dark brown orbs.
The exact same dark brown orbs that he fell in love with. He wanted nothing more than to tell her that he is in love with her and that he wants her to be his Queen, but he can't.
If he told her how he felt, it could change her life as an Avenger. He would do everything to make her happy, and if it means that he suffers so be it. Because to him, Morowa is what matters.
Morowa has been the love of his life since he could remember. He loves her obsession with Marvel, her fighting technique, her technological intelligence, amongst other things.
To him, she is a Wakandan Goddess.
"Never mind, let's just look at the file." T'Challa says in defeat.
Morowa gazes into his eyes in attempt to make him say whatever he needs to. She reaches out and places her hand on top of his.
"Chi-"
"Morowa, kom ons kry dit net verby." He says as he pulls his hand away. (Let's just get over it)
He stands and flips through the file to get to know the extraction case.
**
The extraction is quite the opposite of the previous. Instead of going to a Galla, we are going to a massive Latina club.
Morowa walks down the stairs to see T'Challa. A breath hitches in her throat as she sees him wearing a 3/4 black button up shirt, black dress pants, black dress shoes and a silver panther teeth necklace.
A breath hitches in his throat as he sees Morowa wearing a red dress with loose ruffles along the bottom, beige Greek flats and minimum make up. Her curly black hair is pulled into a high ponytail that ends at her mid back.
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Steve clears his throat and says:
"Alright, let's move."
We land in Barcelona just in time for the party. T'Challa and Morowa's job was to blend into the crowd and take down the security on the first and second floor. Natasha takes the third floor and Steve takes the fourth floor. The floor with maximum security; also the floor where the suspect is.
This man is responsible for the making of new mutants and selling them to the highest bidder. We are here to find the man, take him and his business down.
T'Challa watches as Morowa dances between two guys.
"She's an expert at blending in, huh?" Natasha asks.
T'Challa links his arms behind his back and merely nods.
"When are you going to tell her?" Natasha adds.
"I'm not going to... I can't." He says.
"Yea you can, you're just too worried about her reaction to make the first move." She states.
"That's not.." T'Challa trails off as he sees Natasha dancing her way to the stairwell.
T'Challa sighs as he watches Morowa smile at a random man she's dancing with. Hs squeeze his hand as he tries to control his breathing.
I can't... I can't hold this back anymore. I have to tell her. T'Challa thinks to himself.
