The library, Ororo found, was quieter than most places on campus. It was serene, what with its rule of silence. However, with this silence came a negative aspect, for when Ororo tripped and fell, she could not call out for help. In fact, the most she could do was wince and grip her twisted ankle.
It was here that she decided to text the group chat in hopes that someone would be nearby and able to rescue her. Ororo and T’Challa had agreed to meet to watch the Fight Club, and as such, she had been texting the other man before she had tripped and fell. Now, as she pulled out her phone to send the group a text she was all too happy to find that T’Challa was free to help her.
And so, Ororo sat there, gripping her twisted ankle as she waited for T’Challa to arrive (hopefully with some ice).
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t’challa had just gotten back to his room from a long day, sitting down to file out important documents and the like when he got the text. it had been a surprise, given that they were just talking on the phone about the movie Fight Club. however, the situation seemed incredibly urgent. so much so, t’challa didn’t bother with a car.
he grabbed some ice, and he then he was off. seeing the king of Wakanda fly past you in a sprint at night would definitely be considered shocking, and he got enough looks to know that this was exactly the case. however, he was more focused on finding the library. he eventually arrived, slowing down to a halt.
“ororo! i’ve got the ice.” t’challa assured her, disappointed that he didn’t bring any medicinal remedies from Wakanda with him. “we’ll call this even after you saved me when we were children, yeah?” he smiled, an attempt to comfort her.
“You’re the royal guy, right?” One minute he’s a small-time vigilante in Hell’s Kitchen and the next minute he’s being challenged to a fight by the ruler of a small nation. What is his life, even? “Sure, if it’s not going to damage your reputation too much when I beat you.”
“that.. is what the people call me. but please, feel free to call me t’challa.” he assured, adjusting his stance. t’challa smiled at the man, chuckling. “i just hope that the people of wakanda do not find out about my dreaded defeat in Iowa.” he joked, nodding. “on your call.”
“I like that challenge, very much.“ Her gaze moved over his form a smirk tilting the corner of her lips up. “In all the years we’ve known each other, you should know by now I’m more of a mental fighter rather than physical.” She looked at her manicure before him; brow raised, “Loud? Hmm, I’ll have to remember that. Though that seems like a bit of frivolous advice unless I’m always going to come up against you..”
“oh, i do know. however, it is always beneficial to learn your combative advantage on both fronts. perhaps one day a foe will figure out how to tune out your mind?” t’challa replied with a small smile, shrugging. “it is always good to consider.” he added. “believe me, there are far more superior fighters than i. the phrase, ‘it is better to be seen not heard.’ is more useful than people realize.”
“— Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.” She teases, getting into her beginning fight stance, ready to move at the signal.
“believe me, that will not work in your favor.” he grinned, balancing himself. a stable fighting position usually worked out in the end. “on your call, as a courtesy.” he teased, nodding.
“Excuse me, hello. From my perspective these aren’t, I mean I’m not, any different here from anywhere else,” Ruth said. She waved a hand in front of her own blind eyes for emphasis. “For asking I’m stepping here but I don’t know if this is any better either.”
“oh, my apologies. forgive me, i’m so used to people hiding in hopes to snap a picture. paranoia does not suit me well.” t’challa responded, nodding. “oh, did you need anything?”
“Was jus’ waited for a minute to see if ya were almost done.” Logan admitted as he round the line of gym bleachers. “Yer pretty light on yer feet.”
“oh, well.. i usually don’t finish up for about another hour, but you may join me.. or i could move to the courtyard. ” t’challa shrugged. “thank you, i try my best.” he noted that the man carried himself like a soldier, confident yet adaptable.
“Are you sure about that?” She stepped out in here true blue glory. Having observed his fight for some time now. “You’re good.” not great, she thought to herself.
“i am quite certain.” t’challa replied, still following through with his training as they spoke. “thank you very much, feel free to jump in if you’d like.” he offered.
“I like to think I handle stress very well. it’s no secret that I work better under pressure, and as a king, that couldn’t be more of an advantage. the last thing I will do is panic, for stress comes with the job. I’ve known this since I was a child.”
♞ — Are you creative? In what ways?
“as a king, it’s almost essential. the city plans of entire central part of Wakanda, the capital, were all published by me. however, I feel that I’m most creative with technology. things such as designing jets, armor, and machines. that is where I feel most at home.”
♙ – White Pawn — Where do you see yourself in five years?
♙ –Where do you see yourself in five years?
“doing the same thing I have been doing for years: helping my people. defending my nation has been and always will be my first priority. from now, i can only hope that i succeed farther than my limitations. than the BLACK PANTHER’s limitations.”
♔ – White King — What is the biggest sacrifice you’ve made?
♚ – Black King — What goals do you have for yourself?
♕ – White Queen — What makes you feel powerful?
♛ – Black Queen — Do you have any hidden talents?
♖ – White Rook — Do you prefer having a routine or being spontaneous?
♜ – Black Rook — Who in your life do you trust the most?
♗ – White Bishop — What positive traits do you have?
♝ – Black Bishop — Negative traits?
♘ – White Knight — How do you handle stress?
♞ – Black Knight — Are you creative? In what ways?
♙ – White Pawn — Where do you see yourself in five years?
♟ – Black Pawn — Have you ever been an underdog?
T’Challa still remembers the first Father’s Day, the first day to appreciate fatherhood without a father.
The concept of death was different in Wakanda. It was seen as a transcendence in some cases, for if you put your faith in Bast then there was nothing to worry about. It was peaceful. T’Challa knew this, but the grieving in his heart never ceased. He spent nearly the entire duration of that day in the garb of the Black Panther, for he grew tired of the concerned glances that he could feel upon him when he walked about the Palace. The first place he went to was deep in the Wakandan jungle, T’Chaka’s Path. It was a safe way to the Birnin Zana, one of the first national establishments that T’Challa accomplished as King. In fact, it was the safest way to travel from the country’s dense wilderness. T’Challa assured his people that even though he may have passed on, T’Chaka will remain a tireless supporter of Wakanda. The day he officially opened that Path was fresh in his memory as he stood upon a cliff, overlooking the golden road. T’Challa would come here when he felt the need to talk to his father, for he knew that he was listening. Somehow, he knew. When he closed his eyes, the young King could still see his father’s face. He could still remember how tight the man would embrace him, a might that did not falter with his age. How stoic the man would look, towering over T’Challa as he spoke before all of his people. People, that his father assured, would be T’Challa’s one day.
It was a beautiful summer day in Wakanda, a day in which young T’Challa would spend exploring usually. However, on this day he got curious. He heard raised voices, curt in their tone, bellowing from deep within the halls of the Palace. His father must have been in a meeting with the Council. Although his stealthy skills were no better than a novice at this point, he attempted to use his training and take a peek on the government of Wakanda. He “quietly” slid open the towering door, looking around the table in which they discussed. Inevitably, he locked eyes with his father. T’Challa quickly shut the door, but knew better than to run. Shortly after, the men and women would file out of the room. T’Chaka was last. “T’Challa, you know better than to peek into my meetings. Remember what I told you about distractions?” He’d discipline, and T’Challa would nod. “Yes, father. I was just curious.” The man would just smile at the boy, and walk with him to the gardens. “Mother says today is Father’s Day. I’m sorry that I could not find you a gift.” T’Challa frowned, sitting beside his father. “T’Challa, there is no need for apologies. My children are truly a gift in itself.” This made T’Challa smile, an approval that meant everything to him. “Father, how do you do it? What does it take to be a father?” Young T’Challa asked, curious. His father relaxed and looked to him. “Well, a father can be many things, T’Challa. Bold, yet caring. Dauntless, yet disciplined.” The man paused. “Here, come with me.” T’Chaka gestured for the boy to follow, walking to the Throne Room. He walked out to the balcony, overlooking Central Wakanda. The city buzzed with car horns and laughter. “What it takes to be a father, dear T’Challa, is also what it takes to be a king. A father of your own nation.”
As he thought back on that memory, he instinctively fiddled with the King’s Ring on his finger. T’Challa bit his lip, overlooking the Path. He hadn’t noticed, but tears stung at his eyes. “I will be a father of this nation. Guide my path, father, and I will not let you down.”
Ororo stepped out from where she was hiding, her steps light as she moved across the mat and to where T’Challa was standing. “You always could sense others better than most, my friend,” she said, softly.
“ororo! i had no idea you were here, too.” t’challa replied with a grin. “it’s been quite some time, much has changed.” he replied, his grin turning into a small smile. “we should catch up. spar?” t’challa offered.
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