Great minds
If T'Challa didn't know better, he would say that Tony was avoiding him after their time in the garden. Sure he was working on various inventions with Shuri, Peter, and Harley, but he has seen them more than he has Tony in the past week. Even when Tony is working on SI products and avengers' gear, he would still see the older gentleman more often.
'Perhaps Tony became aware of my feelings for him and wishes not to be courted but is unaware of how to let me know without hurting my feelings,' he muses to himself as he sits in a chair on his balcony, unable to focus on the book resting against his lap. 'Maybe he is afraid it would ruin our alliance to deny me.' That thought was immediately dismissed. Tony may be avoiding him because he doesn't really do feelings as he puts it, but there is no way Tony would think that T'Challa required his body to have any ties between them, between Wakanda and Stark Industries.
He became aware of his surroundings when he finds himself outside of Tony's room, his feet having carried him to the desire of his affection even as his mind was in scrambles. And because he was there, he knocked, keeping himself relax and assured so no lingering guard or servant would feel the need to gossip.
"Good evening Anthony," he greets the man when he opens the door, noting the startled look before it was masked. "If i might have a word."
"Of course." Tony opens the door and gestures him inside before shutting the door.
T'Challa walks about halfway into the room before turning to face him, having wanted far enough away from the door so no one would hear and far enough that Tony would not feel closed in by his presence. "I have noticed you have been busy to the point i have not seen you."
"Oh," the man flushes with embarrassment, "I'm sorry. I -"
He holds up a hand to stop him. "I was not admonishing you Tony. I apologize for making you feel as if i was. You have the right to your own time. I just..." he takes a few breathes to steady himself. "I missed your company and feared it was because of me, and if that is so i would like to apologize and fix things." T'Challa watches the man who was making a good impression of a statue at the moment. It in turned made him statuesque even as he itched to reach out and comfort the genius. "Dr. Stark?" he calls cautiously to pull him from his trance.
"Doctor?" Tony visibly shakes. "No one calls me that."
"A tragedy since you indeed earned the title thrice over."
"Flattery will get you ever prince kitty cat." Tony bats his eyelashes before moving closer to him. "And I prefer Tony or when you call me Anthony. As for your hypothesis earlier, you have been working with false data. I am not trying to avoid you. I have truly been busy."
"May i inquire what has been occupying your time?" He steps a little closer.
"You may." Amusement lights up Tony's eyes and he takes a few steps closer as well.
The prince chuckles. He feared he would lose any word or mind game with Tony if he truly wished to have one. He could make T'Challa dance in the palm of his hand if he so desired, and T'Challa would happily dance for him. "Anthony, what has kept you so busy i have been denied your wonderful presence?"
"I was making you something." Tony reaches up and takes T'Chall's lapels in his hand and gently rub up and down them before something them out. "Something special and its ready now. Was actually heading out to get you when you knocked on my door. Guess great minds thing a like."
God, he's breath taking. The way he looks up at me like that, makes me want to kiss him. To hold him close and feel every inch of him against me
"May I see it?"
"Mhmm. You can see everything."