Without You {𝟙𝟚} | Marvel √

chapter five

"At a special United Nations conference...117 countries have come together to ratify the Sokovia Accords."

VIENNA, AUSTRIA; Pulling up to a large building, a small black car drove past crowds of reporters and paparazzi. When the car slowly came to a stop in front of the building doors, everyone went completely feral when Natasha Romanoff and Alexandria Romanoff Rodgers stepped out. Security quickly pulled them into the building as cameras flashed and reporters yelled at them.

Once inside, the two were able to take a deep breath as they were escorted through the building, and into a large room. Inside, the place was completely filled with people from all across the world. Allie tightly clutched onto her black jacket, her boots clicking with each step she took.

"I already hate it here," Allie huffed as a UN staffer approached the two with a clipboard.

"Excuse me, Ms. Romanoff?" she asked as the two looked at her.

"Yes?"

"These need your signature."

Natasha signed the documents before the staffer thanked her and walked off. Allie tapped her boot against the floor impatiently with a worried look on her, "Would you stop that," Natasha whispered to her and the girl straightened up.

"I suppose neither of us is used to the spotlight."

The two turned around to find an African American man in a navy blue suit approached them. Allie narrowed her eyes at him while Natasha smiled, "Oh, well, it's not always so flattering," she said.

"You seem to be doing alright so far," the man said, "Considering your last trip to Capitol Hill...I wouldn't think you would be particularly comfortable in this company."

"Well, I'm not," Natasha told him.

"That alone makes me glad you're here, Ms. Romanoff," he said as Allie eyed him.

"I'm sorry...who are you?" she asked and Natasha nudged her daughter as the man looked at the blonde.

"I'm Prince T'Challa of Wakanda," he introduced, holding out his hand for Allie to shake.

She stared at him awfully shaken before slowly taking his hand and shaking, "Sorry, Your Highness," she murmured, "I don't need to curtsy or anything—"

"No," Prince T'Challa chuckled.

"Good," Allie smiled before suddenly looking serious, "So...why do you say that?" she asked, referring to his comment from before, "Do you not approve of this?"

"The Accords, yes. The politics, not really," Prince T'Challa said, "Two people in a room can get more done than a hundred."

"Unless you need to move a piano..." And the three glanced over to find King T'Chaka had walked up. He, Allie did recognize, only from the news Wanda was watching from a couple days prior.

"Father," Prince T'Challa greeted as his father smiled.

King T'Chaka then faced the mother and daughter, "Ms. Romanoff. Miss Romanoff Rodgers," he greeted.

"Your Majesty," Allie awkwardly greeted.

"King T'Chaka," Natasha greeted, "Please, allow me to apologize for what happened in Nigeria."

"Thank you," King T'Chaka said and Natasha smiled, "Thank you for agreeing to all this. I'm sad to hear that Captain Rodgers will not be joining us today."

"Yes, so am I," Natasha said as Allie kept her tongue when the overcomms came on.

"If everyone could please be seated. This assembly is now in session."