May 30 - "Not another one" T'Challa/Claire Temple for @nessafly
Written by @battlebunnyteardropsinthesun
Claire sighed. Ever since meeting Matt in the dumpster she didn’t like taking out the trash because she was concerned that she might find someone in the dumpster. It hadn’t happened since Matt, but she was always a little nervous. She peeked into the dumpster and only saw shiny black, so she tossed her bag in. It wasn’t until she had turned around and taken a step that she heard a slight grunt. She froze. She breathed in and bit her lip. Should she turn around and look in the dumpster again? What had she missed? Should she just leave? She looked around the alleyway, and thought for a moment. What if there was someone who was injured?
At the thought that someone could be injured, she twirled around on one foot and stepped up to the dumpster. She gripped the edges, and pulled herself up to see what she could. There were small silvery glints amongst the black trash bags. She reached out one hand and felt the plastic of the trash bags. She moved one, and then she touched what felt like a metallic cloth covering something that was moving up and down. She let herself fall back to the pavement, and pulled out her phone. Using the flashlight app, she looked at her hand that felt slightly sticky. There was blood on her hand. She grabbed the edge of the dumpster again and lifted herself up. With her phone she was able to see the person lying inside. He was dressed all in black, with silver highlights on parts of his full body costume. Claire thought it was familiar, but wasn’t sure how since she couldn’t quite fully see it.
“Are you awake? Or at least aware enough to hear my voice?” Claire muttered softly.
“I’m awake. I believe that we’re in danger. Can you either help me into the apartment building or leave me here so that you’re not in danger?” The voice that responded to her question was smooth and deep. Claire felt her lips start to curve into a smile and had to stop herself from asking more questions.
“I can help, I’m a nurse. What’s your injuries, Batman?” Claire started to reach for the man, and he groaned as he sat up.
“I was shot. But I don’t think it penetrated the suit. A knife, apparently made of vibranium, was thrown. It got through the suit. I believe it to be a flesh wound. Then I fell off a building. The dumpster in this alleyway was the first good hiding spot I found.” He reached out and grabbed her hand. Claire tugged his hand and allowed herself to fall back a bit towards the ground.
“Do you have any broken bones? From the fall?” Claire asked as he stood up in the dumpster. She dropped to the ground as he grasped the side of the dumpster and she backed away.
“I don’t believe so. I should have asked your name earlier. My name is T’Challa.” T’Challa sat on the edge of the dumpster and allowed himself to fall off the edge onto the ground. Claire stepped forward and kept him from falling face first.
“I’m Claire. Let’s get inside. We can go to my apartment, I’m sure it’s not like your Bat cave, but it’s still my apartment, even if I might not be able to afford the rent much longer. I can call 911 from there, or if you’re like other superheroes I know, I’ve got a great first aid kit.” Claire sighed and wrapped her arm around him under his arms. They managed to get all the way to the elevator before T’Challa spoke again.
“I can’t go to the hospital. Helping me may cause you some problems. I was tracking a branch of the Russian mafia that was dealing in stolen vibranium. If they know that you’re helping me, they may come after you.” T’Challa slumped a bit, his hand going to his stomach injury.
“Not another one.” Claire rolled her eyes. “I already had one after me because of Daredevil.” Claire led T’Challa off the elevator and to her apartment door. “Let’s get you to the bathroom, and get the top of your suit off. I’ve gotta see what kinda damage there is before I can do anything.”
Claire and T’Challa managed to get him seated in the bathroom. Claire left the door open as she went to grab the first aid kit out of the hall closet. T’Challa took his helmet off and placed it into the bathtub, and the top part of his outfit he allowed to hang from his waist.
“Oh man. He’s got a better chest than Daredevil.” Claire whispered to herself from the doorway. “You’re still bleeding!” T’Challa looked up from his stomach and nodded. Without saying another word, Claire quickly kneeled at his feet and set the first aid kit down. She flipped it open and started cleaning and assessing the wound.
“It looks fairly simple, though I’m sure it hurts. I’m just going to stitch you up, but first I’ll give you something for the pain and to make you sleepy, if you’re ok with that, T’Challa. Though I won’t be hurt if you want to call your own doctor to come help you instead. You’re the king of Wakanda, right? I recognize you now without your superhero costuming. At least once I looked at your face.” Claire smirked up at him from where she was on her knees.
“I trust you, even though I’ve only met you today….Do you have any interest in visiting Wakanda? I’d like to get to know you better, but I’m not often in the United States.” T’Challa smiled bemusedly down at Claire.
“Let’s move you to my bed where you’ll be more comfortable when I stitch you up, your Highness, and we can talk about me visiting after you wake up.” Claire closed her first aid kit and stood up, grabbing the carrying handle. She slung her arm around T’Challa to help him to her bed.
I feel greedy, but you did say max 6 and you wanted Claire Temple/T'challa prompts so them and 15 Moving In? Thank you for writing these and I promise this is the last one for today.
She had trepidation about this. Claire had gone back and forth so manytimes. But T’challa had assured her thatthere was a place for her in home. Thatthis was a way she could help people. Also, she loved the man with every atom of her body and soul, and sheWANTED to be with him as much as possible.
Also, Wakanda was not Hell’s Kitchen. Definitely not Hell’s Kitchen.
Back for the prompts! Because your writing is addictive. So on my dash there has been some T'challa posts and Claire Temple posts recently, so them with 14 Back Rubs? Claire deserves it :D
A/N: Oh, I’ve been hoping someone would prompt me for this ship! :D I love writing T’challa, I’m just so picky about who I’ll write him with. This ship is aces, though! :D
Claire melted like butter in his hands, a soft sigh escaping her lips as a smile tugged at the corners of them.
T’challa regretted that he wasn’t able to do this more often for her, but their schedules rarely ever lined up. But whenever he was able, he liked to pamper his beautiful Claire.
His thumbs dragged over a particularly tense muscle, making her jump. He shushed her, soothing the area with gentle circles of his thumb, working out the kinks in her muscle until she relaxed once more.
“I must have done something really, REALLY good...” she mumbled.
“Why do you say that?” he asked, a grin playing on his lips before he kissed her bare shoulder.
“This feels like a reward...” she sighed.
“Maybe it is,” he agreed. “But, you deserve much more, Claire.”
Transnatural Festival commissioned Lucy to make a campaign film for their show at NEMO Amsterdam. The idea was to build an imperfect machine, referencing the theme ‘State of Autonomy’, exploring whether more balance can exist between man made technology and nature. Moving mirrors are used to output infinite imagery, creating a self generating system which the viewer peers into. The illustrations were made by Norman-Hulzink (Lucy McRae house style designers) these act as blueprints and instructions onto which machine parts were built.
