Blood & Honor||Bucky Barnes FF

Great Loss

The United Nations building loomed large and formidable, its modern architecture a striking contrast to the historic European skyline. The high-rise complex, with its sleek glass facade, gleamed brilliantly under the clear skies of Vienna. Inside, the atmosphere was abuzz with anticipation and the murmur of diplomatic chatter. Leaders and representatives from around the globe had gathered, their voices mingling as they prepared for the crucial Sokovia Accords summit. 

As Amari, accompanied by her father King T'Chaka and her brother T'Challa, stepped into the grand main hall, her sharp eyes took in the sprawling room filled with unfamiliar faces and the air of international gravitas. This was her first significant diplomatic engagement beyond the borders of Wakanda, and the gravity of the occasion weighed heavily on her shoulders. Although her training as the second-in-command of the Dora Milaje had prepared her for many things, the complexities of global diplomacy regarding superheroes were a new frontier. Nevertheless, she stood tall and composed, her posture a blend of royal dignity and warrior readiness. Her movements were fluid, her presence a seamless integration of strength and grace.

T'Challa, dressed in a sleek, sharp suit, stood near a large glass window, looking out thoughtfully over the cityscape. Amari, remained close by, offering silent support while allowing him his moment of introspection. The world outside seemed calm, but within the walls of the UN, the air was thick with political tension.

As T'Challa engaged in a brief  conversation with Natasha Romanoff, Amari observed with keen interest. She had long respected Romanoff for her skills and experience as both a spy and a warrior. Their exchange was marked by a seriousness that Amari could feel deeply. Despite T'Challa's reservations about the political spectacle, he had embraced his role for the sake of Wakanda, just as Amari had embraced her role as a protector and diplomat. For her, this mission was as much about representing her people as it was about honoring the legacy of her adopted family.

Her father, King T'Chaka, approached with a reassuring hand placed firmly on T'Challa's shoulder. The brief, meaningful exchange of looks between father and son spoke volumes. Amari, her eyes vigilant and her senses heightened, stepped forward to join her father and Natasha Romanoff in their greetings. Her gaze continued to scan the room, her instincts as a protector alert and on edge. 

The voice over the speakers interrupted the moment, calling for everyone to take their seats and signaling the start of the assembly. Amari moved to her designated spot beside her brother, her posture impeccably straight and her attention unwavering. The significance of the moment was palpable, and she remained focused on their mission: to secure Wakanda's place on the world stage and safeguard the legacy that had been so carefully built.

King T'Chaka took the stage, his presence commanding and his voice clear and resonant. "When stolen Wakandan vibranium was used to create a devastating weapon, we in Wakanda were forced to confront and question our legacy," he began, his words echoing through the hall. Amari watched him with deep admiration; his strength and clarity were a beacon for all of them. "Those men and women killed in Nigeria, were part of a goodwill mission from a country too long in the shadows. We will not, however, let misfortune drive us back. We will fight to improve the world we wish to join. I am grateful to the Avengers for supporting this initiative."

Amari's eyes remained fixed on her father, but a flicker of movement outside the glass walls caught her attention. A sudden, unsettling sense of unease gripped her. Before she could voice her concern, T'Challa's urgent voice cut through the murmur of the room.

"EVERYBODY GET DOWN!"

An enormous explosion erupted with a deafening roar, shaking the building and sending a cascade of glass and debris into the air. The sheer force of the blast threw Amari off balance, her training taking over as she instinctively tried to shield those around her. Amid the chaos, the room was filled with the frantic cries of diplomats and the desperate scramble of people trying to escape.

Through the thick cloud of smoke and dust, Amari spotted T'Challa rushing to their father's side. Her heart pounded furiously as she navigated through the wreckage. She reached King T'Chaka just moments after her brother, her hands trembling with anxiety as she knelt beside him. King T'Chaka lay motionless, his eyes closed and his chest eerily still. T'Challa gently cradled their father in his arms, tears streaming freely down his face. Amari's breath caught in her throat, her fingers reaching out to touch her father's hand. Her chest tightened painfully as she watched T'Challa pull King T'Chaka closer, rocking him with a desperate, heart-wrenching grief. The impact of the loss hit her like a physical blow, and time seemed to slow as the reality of the moment set in.

Her heart shattered into a thousand pieces. King T'Chaka had been more than a father to her—he had been her savior, her mentor, the one who had given her a new life and a new identity. He had raised her with love, honor, and a sense of duty that she had pledged to uphold. And now, he was gone.

Her tears mingled with the dust and debris around her as she knelt beside T'Challa, her hand resting gently on their father's still chest. Her warrior instincts screamed at her to maintain composure, to stay alert for any further threats, but the raw pain of loss was overwhelming. This moment would reshape everything—for Wakanda, for their family.

Amari looked up, her vision blurred by tears, as the chaos around them continued to unfold. Yet, amid the disarray and devastation, her resolve hardened. Whoever had orchestrated this atrocity—whoever had torn their father away from them—would face justice. The princess, the warrior, the protector within her surged to life. The future of Wakanda had become more uncertain than ever, but she was determined that it would not falter.

As T'Challa held their father close, Amari made a silent vow. She would fight with every ounce of her strength to honor the legacy of King T'Chaka and to ensure that Wakanda would rise from this darkness, no matter the cost.