Nightmare or bad memory?
Zara's hand touches something. It scares her right out of bed, waking her up, and she looks around.
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T'Challa is still sound asleep. His back is to Zara, he didn't notice her startle.
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Zara shakes her head at herself. She grabs clothes left out for her, she walks into the room’s bathroom, and she stares at herself in the mirror.
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Killmonger still haunts Zara's sleep. Not to mention her everyday appearance.
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Zara got lucky Killmonger missed her eye. However, from her eyebrow down to her cheek. She's left with scarred claw marks, on the right side of her face.
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The scars constantly remind Zara. That is she hadn't left, T'Challa never would've fallen. Nor would he almost had died, because of her. Without her by his side, T'Challa was distracted.
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Zara looks at her reflection, she growls angrily, and she punches the mirror.
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Glass falls into the sink, around the countertop, and onto the floor. Creating a lot of noise, and maybe drawing unwanted attention.
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"Control your emotions Zara!" Zara growls at herself.
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"If T'Challa knew, he-!" Zara looks away from what's left of the mirror.
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"This is why some people. Don't think you're fit, to be his Queen." Zara mumbles angrily.
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Annoyed with herself, Zara gets into the shower. Afterwards she dries herself, she gets dressed, and then she leaves the bedroom.
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T'Challa still seems to be asleep.
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Zara walks to where, she assumes the kitchen is.
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Bowls clink together, as Zara rounds the corner to the kitchen. She isn't surprised someone else is up.
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When Zara sees who the person is. She welcomes their company.
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"Couldn't sleep either?" Steve asks, sheepishly getting a bowl of cereal.
"Uh bad dream." Zara nods, standing in the hall.
"Bad dream, or bad memory?" Steve asks.
"A bit of both." Zara shrugs.
"Me too." Steve nods.
"Does it get better?" Zara asks, leaning on the doorframe.
"You get used to them." Steve shrugs.
"Do you really?" Zara asks, making a face.
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Steve shakes his head sadly.
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Zara nods with a sigh.
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"So uh your highness-" Steve begins.
"Zara, just Zara... Please." Zara smiles.
"Zara." Steve nods.
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Zara continues to smile.
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"Can I interest you, in some uh...? Brand flakes?" Steve offers, holding up the box.
"No thank you." Zara shakes her head.
"It's Tony's idea of a joke. Since I don't do my own shopping." Steve explains.
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Zara laughs slightly.
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"Tony's jokes that they-" Steve begins to ramble.
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Zara starts to hear someone walking down the hall.
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"Z-Zara?" Steve asks looking up. He notices that she wasn't listening to him.
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Zara's still distracted as someone walks towards them.
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"Who is it?" Steve asks, not being able to hear or see anyone.
"T'Challa." Zara sighs looking down.
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Steve furrows his brow.
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T'Challa walks up behind, Zara in the doorway.
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"I see the Captain, has been keeping you busy." T'Challa looks over Zara's shoulder.
"Your highness." Steve nods.
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Zara looks up at Steve, as she ignores T'Challa.
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"Do you mind Captain?" T'Challa asks.
"Oh no, not at all." Steve shakes his head.
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T'Challa nods, taking Zara's hand.
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Zara looks over her shoulder at T'Challa.
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"Come." T'Challa says, pulling Zara with him.
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"Goodnight Steve." Zara says, as she's pulled away.
"Goodnight." Steve nods.