𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚘 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝 ↠ 𝐈𝐖/𝐄𝐆

With Time

I didn't move, I was too shocked. But I knew for a fact that I could feel a small smile creep up my face. I was ecstatic to see them, don't get me wrong, but I just didn't know how to react. So, I stood there for a few more seconds before my legs decided to do the decision-making for me.

I ran up to my father and embraced him. It's honestly the least I could do after everything he's done for me. I was still getting used to it, but I was definitely getting much better socially. He managed to brace himself so he didn't fall over, and he hugged me back.

I looked to my side and saw Winter looking at me with a sarcastic look of jealousy. I rolled my eyes and went to hug him next. "Long time no see, kid." He mumbled happily. I just playfully punched his right arm.

Standing next to my father was Sam. I flashed him a quick smile. I didn't know if he was one for affection.

I noted that the widow was also with them. I sent her a quick and awkward wave. She returned it with a nod of acknowledgment. As I backed away a little, I took the time to look at the four of them with curiosity. "What are you guys doing here anyway?" My father looked at Winter with eyes that said 'you want to tell her?' He smiled back and then turned his attention towards me.

"We'd like for you to come back with us. It's been quite lonely without you, Blaire. But this is only if you want to. We don't want to make you do something if you don't feel you're ready for it yet." I looked at them in disbelief. Were they really serious? 

"Wait, you're joking, right?" I skeptically asked. The four just shared glances at one another before looking back at me. My father then took the opportunity to speak. "No tricks, Blaire. We'd love it if you'd want to come back with us. Buck and I have missed you." I smiled gently. Winter spoke next. "Technically, we're all still wanted fugitives, but if you look past that, we're simply just one messy family." He half smiled.

I looked around the room, weighing my options. Free... back out in society. Maybe it could be like how it used to be? Like when mum would take me out for ice cream if I got a good grade on a test. No...probably never like that again, but maybe some more secretive version of that. I was probably jumping to conclusions.

Or, stay here and not have to worry about the public eye ever finding out about my past. Well, what's not been released yet. Which probably isn't much left to be fair.

But the whole point of me staying in Wakanda was for me to get better. I think I have. And even if it will take a while to get adjusted to the world again... I think I'll manage. I've experienced far worse, haven't I?

"I think I'm ready." I looked up hopeful to them and they all smiled back at me. There was nothing deceiving behind their eyes. It was all genuine.

I was ready to finally go home.

A/N: I haven't updated this book in forever for a couple reasons. One, I didn't have the motivation, and two, I don't know how to write this book. I'm sorry that this one is so short and it doesn't really do anything with the plot, but I was getting tired of it just sitting in my drafts. I don't think anyone reads these anyway, but who am I to say? :(

Sorry again.

-KK