For the first time in 107 parts, I present to you the wonderfully handsome T'Challa
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"(Name), we have a guest."
You looked up at Natasha and then at the person she brought. You immediately looked down, feeling flustered. He is extremely handsome.
"This is T'Challa, king of Wakanda, and Black Panther." Natasha pointed at him and then at you.
"This is (Name), one of our best agents out there. She'll be training you soon enough." Natasha smirked, giving you the "I know what you're thinking" face.
You almost glared at her before T'Challa held out his hand. You took his hand in yours, shaking it. You prayed your hand wasn't sweaty. I mean who wouldn't be sweating in front of this gorgeous man.
"Nice to meet you ma'am. I hope to be working with you soon." T'Challa said kindly, almost making you melt.
"The pleasure is all mine. Don't worry, I'll be in the field today with you guys." You tried hiding the redness of your face. You two still had your hands in each others, making Natasha chuckle a little. Here comes the next couple, she thought.
You let go quickly, quietly apologizing. He looked down, smiling. Oh boy.
"Uh, Natasha. What's the plan?" You changed the subject to the upcoming fight. She promptly updated you and told you how everything was going to work out.
"Seems like Steve isn't going to back down today. Bucky means a lot to Steve." You frowned, not noticing T'Challa's eye twitch in anger. The mention of the soldier just angers him. You do notice him balling his fists.
"Are you okay, T'Challa?" You asked, slightly worried. You heard him murmur something about killing Bucky.
"Wow there, we're not killing anybody here. I understand he's the suspect, but there might be a reason behind all this" You told him, hoping he doesn't do anything reckless during the fight.
"He killed my father." He narrowed his eyes at you.
You were going to reply, but Natasha stood between you two.
"Calm down, Panther. We're here to fight, not kill." She reminded him. T'Challa rolled his eyes before making his way out the room.
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You sticked to the plan and joined the crew to meet Steve before he reached to the helicopter.
"(Name), long time no see." Steve nodded at you. Tony and Nat were right behind you.
"Well, we were short staffed." Tony commented. The rest of the crew made their appearance and that's when hell broke loose.
You started with Ant-Man, one moment he was there the next he wasn't. You were throwing punches here and there, finally hitting his stomach and tossing him to the ground.
You were running to where Hawkeye was and he aimed at you with his arrows. You dodged them and you finally reached to him. Clint was now fighting with his fists, he landed a few punches on your stomach, making you fly to the ground with a thud. You didn't notice the Black Panther was already fighting Clint.
"I don't think we met before. I'm Clint." Of course Clint would do this while fighting.
He was then distracted with Steve getting into trouble. T'Challa offered his hand to you, since you were still in the ground. You gladly took it and stood up.
"Thanks, partner." You smiled, he nodded in response before the two of you ran off for another fight.
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After the fight was over, you found T'Challa aiding his wounds.
"You need help?" You asked, walking up to him. He shook his head quietly, rejecting your offer. He was struggling in the first place.
"Here, I'll get that, your highness." You smirked a little at the title. You poured some alcohol on a cotton and cleaned up his bleeding cheek. He winced at the burning sensation, gripping the whatever was near him, which happened to be your jacket.
"Wow, I'm sorry." You blushed a little at the contact. T'Challa looked at you, analyzing your face.
"You're really pretty up close." His lips twitched up a little.
"Quite handsome yourself, if I don't say so myself." You smiled, still dabbing the cotton on the wound. You worked on the other wounds on his face, his grip never leaving your jacket. You made him wince again, but only this time his grip brought you even closer to his body.
"This isn't what I imagined our first date to be." You softly said. His face was only inches from yours.
