Border Tribe
Once again T’Challa hasn’t seen Tony for days, both because of his duties as Prince and future King, but also because Tony became super busy again – this time with the Dora Milaje. Apparently the mechanic wanted to study how they trained and fought so he could make even more things for the royal guards that blended well enough for them to carry regardless of where they go. This in turn lead to them teaching him how to fight – a unique style only known to them under the pretense that it would give him an advantage over others (which it would) and not pull on his scarred chest too much nor strain his heart and lungs too much. T’Challa knew better though; the guards were adopting him into their tribe.
T’Challa blushes as he pictures Dr. Stark in a male version of the Dora Milaje gear; they weren’t revealing or anything like that, but something about them always screamed powerful to him. He had a weakness for powerful. And for Tony to be the first (and probably only) male Milaje…...definitely powerful.
It didn’t help that in their history, the Dora Milaje is where the king would pick their wife from, sometimes several wives and consorts as it acted as their harem, so his mind started wondering to less savory outfits, including nothing but draping him in jewelry.
The prince covers his face as he blushes and tries to will his erection away. Now was not the time for it. He had to go meet with M’Kathu, leader of the border tribe, who had heard that Tony was making weapons for the Milaje and wanted to seek the older man out to have some made for his tribe as well.
After a few minutes he was ready and heads out to meet M’Kathu and his guards out in the courtyard.
“Your highness,” M’Kathu greets him and all give the traditional sign of greeting. “Thank you for meeting us.”
“It was no trouble friend. How can I help?”
“We heard Dr. Stark was making weapons and we would like to ask him to do the same for us in a way befitting the man and without making him feel pressured. We know he does not owe us, and want him to understand even him listening to us in an honor.” The others of the border tribe gives words and sounds of agreement and it makes T’Challa smile.
Yeah, Wakanda was going to adopt Tony Stark for he was truly one of them.
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“That is fascinating.” Tony awes as he keeps touching Basotho blanket, not truly believing that the fabric was able to form an electromagnetic shield because of the vibranium and the minds of the Wakanda scientists. “Do you have this capability in other things, in case for some reason you can’t wear your Basotho blanket?”
“No. And our weapons stand out because we normally do not leave the country like the Milaje do.”
“An oversite.” Tony comments off-handedly, and both the Prince and Princess realized that it was. Even if they don’t leave the country they should be able to hide a weapon so they could have the element of surprise. “So what were you thinking?”
M’Kathu looks surprised and looks over at the other gathered tribe members who look back just as dumbfounded. “We are happy to accept anything Dr. Stark. We know you are great at creating the perfect item.”
Now it was Tony’s turn to look surprised, and it hurt everyone to see the disbelief in his eyes. “oh, well.” He clears his throat. “I’m sure I can come up with something. If I could just get more information on what you all do, typical items you carry, and maybe see you train so whatever I make suits your fighting style.”
“Whatever you desire Dr. Stark.” They put a fist over their heart and give a slight bow of their head.
“Please, call me Tony.”