𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 | 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬¹

Shadows and Longing

Later that day, after the sparring session with Bucky, I found myself in the garden, lost in my own thoughts. I was in my usual rhythm, jumping and training among the trees, practicing my footwork, and swinging my makeshift weapon through the air. The sun filtered through the leaves, creating a dappled pattern on the ground as I focused on my movements, sweat glistening on my skin.

In the midst of my routine, I became aware of a presence watching me. Glancing up, I saw T'Challa leaning against a tree, arms crossed, observing me with that intense gaze of his—a mix of curiosity and admiration. There was something striking about the way he carried himself, embodying both strength and grace.

"Looks like you're really in your element," he remarked, a subtle smile playing on his lips.

I couldn't help but return his smile, feeling a surge of motivation from his presence. "Thanks! Just trying to improve. Bucky and I had a good session earlier, but I want to push my limits."

"I can see that," he replied, stepping closer. "You have a natural agility that's impressive. Is this part of your training regimen?"

"More like a way to clear my mind," I admitted, taking a deep breath, feeling the energy of the garden around me. "It's calming, you know? Plus, it helps me focus."

T'Challa nodded, his serious demeanor softening. "I understand completely. The discipline of movement can be a great source of clarity. Would you like some tips? I could offer a few pointers if you're interested."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "From the King of Wakanda? I'd be foolish to say no! What do you recommend?"

"First, let me see your footwork. Show me how you move," he instructed, waving his hand in encouragement.

I shifted into my stance, feeling the earth beneath my feet. As I began my sequence of movements, T'Challa observed intently, offering frequent suggestions to refine my technique.

"Good, but try to be lighter on your feet," he guided, demonstrating a fluid motion. "Balance is key."

I adjusted, focusing on his words. With every correction, I could feel myself improving, the connection between us deepening through shared purpose and dedication.

"Better! Now, incorporate these moves into your jumps." He watched as I took his advice, and after a few tries, I managed to execute a particularly complex move flawlessly.

"That's it!" he encouraged, his pride evident. "You're getting the hang of it!"

"Thanks to you! You should consider coaching," I grinned, catching my breath.

T'Challa chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I am not seeking that responsibility. But I do enjoy watching you grow."

We exchanged smiles, and for a moment, the world around us faded away. Each encouragement felt like another thread pulling us closer together, a vibrant tapestry woven from our shared experiences and aspirations.

"Let's take a break," T'Challa suggested after a while. "We can discuss strategy for the next training session together."

I laughed lightly. "I could use a breather! Plus, I'd love to hear your thoughts."

As we settled onto a nearby bench, I felt a renewed sense of camaraderie forming—one filled with respect and an unspoken understanding. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow around us as we talked about our training and the challenges ahead, both in and out of the arena.

I turned to him, curiosity bubbling inside me. "Are you scared of me, T'Challa?"

He blinked in surprise, as if the question hadn't crossed his mind before. "Now why would I be scared of you?"