Kiss your Queen
Felicity, Destiny, and Averie board a very high tech jet.
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"This must be Wakandan technology." Averie says, as she looks around.
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"Destiny is anyone here-?" Felicity turns to her.
"No they're either human, experimented on, or gifted something herbal. No one possess any sort of magic." Destiny shakes her head.
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Felicity nods.
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"Have a seat anywhere ladies." A blonde man in flag stripped blue suit says.
"Who are you?" Felicity asks, looking the man up and down.
"Steve Rogers, ma'am." The man offers his hand.
"I'm Felicity." Felicity shakes his hand. "These two are Destiny and Averie. We're with Zara."
"Nice to meet you." Steve smiles.
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"Where is-?" Destiny looks around the open jet.
"She's with T'Challa over there." Steve points over his shoulder.
"Oh, I don't want to bother her." Destiny nods.
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"I guess we know T'Challa does like cats." A man dressed in red and grey jokes.
"Sam." Steve sighs.
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The man laughs.
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Felicity and Destiny try to hide their giggling.
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Averie smiles as she shakes her head.
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"Sam Wilson." The man introduces himself.
"Felicity, Destiny, and Averie." Felicity introduces them.
"Have a seat ladies, we'll be taking off soon." Sam smiles.
"Come on guys." Felicity sits on the other side of the jet. She looks across the jet at Zara.
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Zara smiles at Felicity, before looking at T'Challa.
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"Are your friends-?"
"They're unique, and I trust them... Enough." Zara nods.
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"Are you going to come home this time?" T'Challa asks, whispering his question.
"Last time I tried, Killmonger was-"
"I'm King now. I've always been the King." T'Challa squeezes Zara's hand.
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"I'm sorry about your father. I wish I could've been there for you." Zara sighs.
"My father truly respected, and deeply admired you my love." T'Challa smiles.
"Your father was a good man." Zara smiles at T'Challa.
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T'Challa looks down at Zara's scars on cheek. He strokes her cheek, with his fingers.
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Zara turns her head away.
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"You know Shuri can-"
"I'm not ready for that yet. I just wish you'd stop bringing it up." Zara stares in front of her.
"I should've been there to protect you." T'Challa sighs.
"I'm not as fragile as I look." Zara glares at T'Challa.
"I know. But you can still accept my help." T'Challa nudges Zara.
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"Heavy is the head that wears the crown." Zara shakes her head.
"You helped shape me into the man I am." T'Challa kisses Zara's cheek.
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Zara smiles.
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"I've missed you so much." T'Challa whispers.
"Months, turned into years." Zara looks at T'Challa. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You were doing what you enjoy." T'Challa shrugs.
"And what's that? I thought I was supposed to. Enjoy sitting on the thrown with you." Zara teases.
"You prefer protecting others. Such as the friends you have made." T'Challa shakes his head.
"Have you been told, that isn't how a Queen should-?"
"If anyone wishes to criticize what you do. They have to deal with me, and then you." T'Challa states.
"I am rubbing off on you." Zara giggles.
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"Would it be-?" T'Challa looks around the jet.
"You can kiss your Queen, if you want. It doesn't always, have to be in private." Zara smiles.
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T'Challa smiles at Zara, and then he leans in to kiss her.
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Zara returns the kiss, and she rests her hand on T'Challa chest of his suit.