Killmonger One Shots

Birds of a Feather

It was a long shot that he was home.

A total shot in the dark that this apartment in the middle of downtown LA was still a safe house.

Still, Sun limped her way to the sixth floor and knocked on the dirty green door with a confidence she didn't feel. And a curse. Gotta remember not to lift my arm so high next time.

The silence on the other side of the door stretched from seconds to minutes, so Sun knocked again, this time with her foot. BANG BANG BANG

The force of her kicks left a noticeable scuff on the door. She was impatient, hurt, and exhausted. Sun didn't care if she woke up in the whole hallway with her banging as long as she was horizontal on something hopefully soft in the next five minutes.

I'll apologize when he opens that door. Sun pressed a hand harder to the burning pain in her side and suppressed a hiss of pain. If he has bandages, I'll even say thank you.

Sun smile when she heard the telltale sound of floorboards shifting under someone's weight. There was no shift in light underneath the door frame, but that wasn't surprising. Erik knew better than that. Instinctively, she knew he was looking through the peephole, so Sun waved and smiled.

"Open up, already!"

The door opened a crack, revealing Erik in all his shirtless, scowling glory. He looked just as Sun had remembered; tall, brown, and handsome. The raised scarring caught the fluorescent hallway light distractingly.

The sudden rush of arousal through the pain reminded her of the night she'd ran her fingers across his skin just for the hell of it.

She'd tied him up at the time, mostly to keep him out of her way, but she wouldn't lie and say that she hadn't taken express pleasure in the look of murder and frustration. Erik's glare could peel paint when he couldn't get out the ropes. He'd looked so off-limits and her fingers had this itch Sun couldn't ignore.

Sun smiled at him because she knew it made her bruises look gnarly in the harsh, greenish light.

Erik returned her smile with an up and down flick of his eyes, then he glanced behind her. As if she'd have been stupid enough to knock if someone was chasing her. Sun was reckless, but she wasn't stupid.

Erik opened the door wider, revealing a gun and his dark apartment. Sun limped past him, pausing once to lift one bloodied hand to pat at his cheek. That earned her a growl.

She was pushing it, she knew, but he looked so cute when he frowned she couldn't help it.

Sun couldn't see much of Erik's apartment as her eye instinctively sought access points and counted the number of windows. 

The floor looked like cheap linoleum and created a slightly sickening sucking sound as her blood-covered boots hit the ground. The couch looked lived in and inviting, yet Sun bypassed it to check out the kitchen.

No window there, but there was a knife block with knives that looked just balanced enough to serve her purposes.

She plucked a paring knife from the block and limped her way back to the living, to Erik staring at her expectantly near the now-closed (and hopefully locked) entryway.

"Should I be expecting more company?" Erik's eyes studied her slow trek to the couch. His eyebrows furrowed when he noticed the slow drip of blood from her hand leaving a trail in her wake.

"Nah," Sun waved him off. With a relieved sigh, she lowered herself down onto the couch. It took more control than she reasonably had not to pass out when she extended her torso so she could rest on the back of the couch.