King of Hearts (A Steve Rogers x Reader Fic)

Chapter Eight

T'Challa, Steve, Sam and Bucky were in the throne room, the king seated on the large chair, discussing the situation in New York.

"How are we supposed to do anything, Steve? We're all fugitives." Sam said, rolling his shoulders.

"Correction, Samuel. You three are fugitives." YN said, waltzing into the room, dressed in tactical gear, Shuri following her with a case.

"What do you think you're doing?" Steve asked, watching YN move to a bench at the side of the room. "What's in the case?"

YN chuckled, grabbing the case and placing it down. "You three can't go anywhere near New York, or out of Wakanda, really. Shuri, T'Challa and I? Another story."

"What have you got planned, YN?" T'Challa asked with a fond smile, Steve frowning at the look. He still hadn't wrapped his head around the relationship the two had. Walking in on them mid-kiss the previous afternoon had stirred something in his gut, but he couldn't place what it was.

"I was thinking-"

"YN, no." Sam interrupted, shaking his head.

"Sam, let her speak." Sam grumbled, looking down at the king's order.

"As I was saying, I was thinking the three of us can make contact with Mr. Stark, ask him if he knows what's going on. If he needs us, we will go, but if it was just a random attack, we will standby." Shuri nodded, jumping on the balls of her feet. "Shuri is excited, if you can't tell."

T'Challa laughed, walking over to the two women, resting a hand on the small of YN's back. "And the contents of this case?"

"I'll let Shuri explain that one." Shuri explained the advanced weapon that was sitting on display. The entire time, YN could feel a set of eyes resting on her figure. She rolled her neck in discomfort, using the movement to peek to the side. Steve was staring at her, a lost look in his eyes. YN frowned, looking the man up and down. "What?" She mouthed to the captain, earning a shake of his head in response.

"Well, I will call Mr. Stark and enquire about the attack. If we are required, we will leave tomorrow morning." YN nodded, grinning back at the one Shuri gave her. "Well done, beautiful." He whispered, kissing the side of her head, gaining the attention of Sam who grumbled again.

"That's what I call her," He muttered, scrunching his face up. YN blushed at the king's praise, looking at her feet and biting her lip.

T'Challa and Shuri left the room to make the phone call, leaving Sam, Steve, YN and Bucky alone in the room. YN could feel all three men's eyes on her, making her roll hers.

"Alright, have at me." She snarked, crossing her arms indignantly.

"You are being reckless." Steve said, crossing his own arms.

"No, you're being stupid." Sam added, YN throwing up her arms with a loud huff.

"I'm being proactive." Sam scoffed. "You two know I'm not some helpless girl, you didn't think twice throwing me into the firing line when we took down the triskelion. Didn't think twice putting me in the same vicinity as our buddy over there on the bridge." Bucky flinched as she raised her brow.

"YN-" YN held up her hand.

"I was in the Air Force for eight years, Sam. Eight years. Doing the dirty work not even your unit wanted to do. And I was fine. I spent three months in the basement of one of our world's biggest terrorist associations, and I was fine." YN grunted, turning on her heel, she walked to the door. Stopping as she reached it and looked back. "I didn't need you back then. And I don't need you now."