The Winter Witch | mcu x hp wtm

✮ bp: wf - 7 ✮

EXT. BEACH - NOSY NATO - MADAGASCAR - NIGHT

[The Royal Talon Fighter parks on the sand and Ramonda exits, her crown removed. She blows in the CONCH SHELL given to her by Namor and throws it into the ocean.]

"But why?" someone asks, but no one has an answer.

EXT. BEACH - NOSY NATO - MADAGASCAR - NIGHT - HOURS LATER

[Namor emerges from the ocean.]

NAMOR: What can I do for you, Queen?

[Ramonda stares at the ocean.]

RAMONDA: Why did you send your warriors after mine? We had the scientist.

NAMOR: I could not be sure you would deliver her to me. And the protection of my people is my only concern.

"Liar."

RAMONDA: Is my daughter alive?

NAMOR: The Princess is alive and well.

RAMONDA: Please return her and Bucky Barnes to me at once.

Bucky scrunches his nose. "I didn't know you cared." Ramonda rolls her eyes.

NAMOR: She requested to be taken to Talocan. She, along with her friend, will remain there for the time being.

RAMONDA: What can I offer you in exchange?

NAMOR: Nothing.

[Namor turns to go.]

RAMONDA: The Americans are preparing to blame Wakanda for your attack on their mining ship. Bring my daughter, the scientist, and James to me at once or I will tell them of your existence.

NAMOR: If you tell the Americans about us, if you try to find us or if I discover a single Wakandan ship in the ocean, I will kill the Princess, and then I will come to Wakanda and kill you. Do you understand? You have two days, Queen.

"That asshole!" T'Challa exclaims, much to the surprise of everyone (except for a few select people (you know who they are))

[Namor heads back into the ocean. Ramonda looks to the horizon, prays.]

RAMONDA: Bast, please allow Nakia to rescue my daughter before Namor returns to her.

INT. ROYAL TALON FIGHTER - NIGHT

[Ramonda boards the Royal Talon Fighter and speaks to GRIOT who is piloting the aircraft.]

GRIOT: Where to, my queen?

RAMONDA: I need to see an old friend. Nakia, daughter of Yaa.

GRIOT: I apologize my queen. The princess forbade me from collecting data on Nakia daughter of Yaa. She said she is, and I quote, "Dead to me."

Shuri slouches in shame at her future self. Nakia pats her shoulder in comfort.

RAMONDA: I do not need data from you about the love of my son's life. I know exactly where she is.

"Stalker!" Shuri says jokingly, and Ramonda rolls her eyes.

EXT. PORT DU PRINCE - HAITI - DAY

[Bustling downtown airport. Ships dock.]

EXT. COURTYARD - HAITIAN SCHOOL - DAY

[In disguise, Ramonda walks up patiently, observing a group of HAITIAN CHILDREN playing soccer in the square of the field. After a moment, a BOY (7) and girl jog up to her speaking Haitian Creole.]