Chapter 2
Okoye stepped into the flat and watched as Rosie let go of her hand and walked, no - she fairly danced over to an oddly dressed man who seemed to be - no. He wasn't levitating - she was simply overtired. She blinked and he was holding her hand. "General Okoye. I was expecting T'Challa -"
"You know of my king? Do you know -? Wait. He spoke to me of a dream - he assumed it was a dream - it was how he knew, he knew what was coming, before. I saw him turn to ash, in front of my eyes. I do not know why I was spared, or why I am here. For the first time, in my life, I am not sure what it is I am supposed to do."
"I think you are here to lead us, Okoye, many more will be following. I know you are anxious, in time -"
"No. Wait. He told me - my king - that if I were ever to meet a man who could fly without a plane - I was to bring you and your 'sidekick', to Wakanda. He didn't know why, but -" Sherlock walked into the room then, and rubbed his eyes, and she blinked at him in return. "You have a twin also. Can he also 'fly without a plane?'"
Sherlock shook his head. "I do not even fly with a plane. And you are -?"
"She is a general, Da! One day, when I grow up and get to be as tall as she is, I want to be a general, too."
John laughed and ruffled her curls. "Rosie - I think genetics may work against you, love, but I wouldn't doubt you could be a magnificent general no matter what size you happened to be."
"She is from Wak - Waka -"
"Wakanda?" Sherlock asked quietly. "You just came from -" He looked over at Strange who nodded at him.
"I know why I am here, Sherlock. Wong. It is time." He bent down to Rosie's level and she squealed as the cloak wrapped around him, but reached out a corner to give the little girl a hug. "Rosie. I will return. Your fathers are very important, but you already know that, do try to keep them out of trouble, there will be more travelers, you will know how to guide them." He kissed Rosie's forehead and the room hushed as he opened a portal to Wakanda, then summoned Wong and Okoye to follow close behind him. A moment later, they were gone.
"I didn't just see that." Sherlock muttered. "It's a lack of tea - too many late nights -"
"Wasn't that brilliant, Da? Maybe he can teach me next time he's here."
"Maybe so, Rosie, but I, for one am going back to bed."