𝐈𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭.
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The infamous Winter Soldier and Morana are assigned on a mission once more, but things don't go as planned for them this time. To survive, they confront emoti...
The jet lands again, after being in the air for hours, arriving at the RAFT, flying and escaping, dropping the team off, and then arriving in Wakanda. The doors to the jet open, revealing the marvellous and colourful scenery of the country. We walk down the ramp, and towards the line of people. There is a group of women dressed in the red material, holding spears and staring at us three. In front of them are T'Challa, a much younger girl, and another woman, older than the rest, and dressed with expensive material and gold jewellery. My hands shake as we approach them, nervous if T'Challa knows about us yet.
When we make it to stand in front of them, T'Challa is smiling. It's nerve-racking but a good sign. Not ever having done this before, I stand awkwardly in front of them. T'Challa steps forward, looking at Bucky and me.
"You can relax. We know now that it wasn't you two." He ensures. "My apologies for my behaviour."
"No need to be sorry, we understand. You were fighting for someone you love." I smile.
He nods his head at me, his smile growing. He ushers us to follow behind him, which we do. The younger woman follows him, skipping as she walks. She continually keeps looking behind her, curiously watching us three. We make it closer to an open room, glass walls displaying the world-breaking machinery.
"My sister, here." T'Challa points to the young woman beside him. "Will fix your arm, Mr Barnes."
"Please, call me Bucky," Bucky asks.
"Of course."
We enter the lab, seeing workers engrossed in their jobs, the walls displayed with revolutionary technology and suits surrounding every corner of the room. Bucky walks in, marvelled and amazed by the sights. His mouth is open ajar, unable to be closed as he gazes at the room. T'Challa's sister grabs Bucky by the wrist, an action that startles him, and pulls him over to a table.
"Come on, white boy. Shuri will fix you." She skips with her hold on Bucky.
Bucky chuckles at her as he follows behind, me trailing along with them. She sits him on the hospital bed, looking down at him. I stand next to him, holding his hand.
"So, I will attach your arm back, that might take some time, considering I'm giving you a new one."
"Oh, there's no need for that." Bucky gets nervous.
"Nonsense." She brushes him off. "As cool as the other one was, it's time for an upgrade. Don't you think?"
She walks away from us, checking over some notes and then walks over to T'Challa, joining in with his conversation with Steve. Bucky sits up from the chair, swinging his legs to face me. He pulls me in between his legs, pulling me in for a hug. I push my face into his chest, masking the comfort from the proximity.
