MARVEL ONESHOTS

Wakanda {Part 2} ((Black Panther x Reader

WARNING: CIVIL WAR SPOILERS, POSSIBLY

You saw Natasha sitting at an outdoor table at a cafè. You sat across from her, and set your bag beside you.

Natasha noticed you had a small bruise on your temple. She raised an eyebrow.

"So, anything interesting happen?" She questioned you. It caught you off guard, since you were thinking about the Black Panther.

"What? Huh? Oh, oh, no." You said. Natasha's eyebrow game got even stronger.

"(Y/N), we both know that your lying. Spill it." She commanded you. You explained everything to her, the necklace, the thugs, and the Black Panther.

Natasha nodded, and sipped her cup of tea.

"Yeah, I've heard some stuff about him." She said. She checked her phone really quickly. "We should get going in a few minutes."

You nodded in agreement and sipped your drink. Then, Natasha got a playful smirk on her face.

"Did you meet any cute boys?" She asked. You blushed.

"Natasha, shut up!" You squeaked, "And no, I didn't."

Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Maybe when you see Prince T'Challa, you'll change your pretty little mind." She smirked. You shrugged and drank the last of your drink.

"We should get going." You said, quickly throwing a bit of money on the table, grabbing your bag and leaving. Natasha followed closely behind.

"Why won't you let me set you up?" She asked, "That one guy who drives an Impala is pretty cute... Dean, right?"

You nodded.

"I don't really think he's my type."

"Oh, you say that about every guy I introduce you to."

You had argued like this back and forth until you reached a glass building. You pushed open the front door, and were greeted by a Wakandan man. A very cute one, if you did say so yourself.

"Hello, Miss Romanoff. I am Prince T'Challa." He said. His voice sounded so... Familiar. He looked at you with his deep brown eyes.

"You must be Miss (L/N)." He said shaking your hand and smiling. You blushed lightly.

"Yes, it's nice to meet you, your highness." You said, unknowing how address him properly. He laughed.

"I do not think that calling me that is necessary, Miss (L/N)." He said, "We are allies here."

You nodded, blushing. He released you hand, sadly, and smiled.

"I will see you after the meeting." He said, then walked off. You looked over at Natasha, who had a smug look on her face.

"What?" You hissed. Her smirk grew.

"You like him, don't you?" She said in a mocking tone.

"What? N-no I don't..." You flustered. Natasha smiled and rolled her eyes.

"You are the worst liar ever, (Y/N). Now, let's go sit down. These heels are killing me." Natasha complained. You laughed and followed her to your seats.

The meeting started, and King T'Chaka made a speech. It was going rather well, until something happened...

"EVERYBODY GET DOWN!" T'Challa screamed. You ducked under the table just in time before a bomb went off.

Shards of glass flew through the air, a few inches from hitting your face. Once the ringing in your ears had cleared, you scanned the room for Natasha.

Thankfully, she was alright, but you looked over to see T'Challa crying over his father's lifeless body. Your heart broke to see him this way.

You slowly brought yourself to your feet, and walked over to him, careful not to slip on any glass shards. You placed a hand on his shoulder and rubbed comforting circles on it.

"Who... Would do something like this?" He sobbed. Your eyes started to well with tears.

"I don't know..." You said quietly. T'Challa sat in silence for a moment.

"I will find who did this." He stated in a emotionless tone, "My father will be avenged."

He then got up and walked out of the building, you following him. Before he got completely out the door, he grabbed something black... Like a length of fabric.

You saw the unforgettable helmet of the Black Panther, and almost choked on your own spit.

"Your the Black Panther?" You gawked. T'Challa looked over his shoulder at you and smiled for a second.

"Yes. I am." He said. You were in complete shock.

"You saved my life!" You said. T'Challa chuckled.

"I wouldn't go that far, I bet you can handle yourself." He said. You shrugged.

The door was gone, so you and him walked out into the bright sunlight.

"So, now what?" You asked.

"I find the man who murdered my father." Was all he said before running off to who knows where.