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Tony Stark was a technology whore. And when someone had better technology than him— he wanted it. That was exactly the reason why he had called Catalina in. Although there were plenty of other people to call for help, Catalina was the only person on earth that matched his wits with her brilliance. Therefore, he knew he could trust that she'd bring back valuable intel after spying on T'Challa— the newly pronounced king of Wakanda. Tony was eager to learn more about T'Challa's suit— which he got to take a peek at when the panther came out and stopped Steve from protecting himself and his friend Bucky from the Sokovia Accords— and the technology he used to build such a durable suit.
Catalina was instantaneously sent to South Korea, where someone had tipped off that T'Challa was going to be. She stood amongst the mass of people in the secret elite club. The club was concealed within a fish market, where no one could find it— making it the perfect place to hide and make illegal deals with criminals, which is exactly what Catalina assumed T'Challa was doing.
It didn't take long for Catalina to spot T'Challa, who was walking with a young, beautiful girl across the club to the bar. As soon as T'Challa broke away from the girl to walk over to the gambling tables, Catalina walked over to approach him. "Who knew royalty gambled?" Catalina carefully plucked some money from inside her bra and tossed it down on the table to make a few bets of her own.
T'Challa smiled down at the sun-kissed girl. She looked as if she belonged on a beach somewhere. "Your new friend. Catalina." Was all she said.
"And you are T'Challa Udaku. King of Wakanda, heir to the King T'Chaka's throne. May he rest in piece." Catalina's eyes told everything that T'Challa might've needed to know. For the most part, her eyes told him that she knew that Wakanda wasn't some third world country, and she knew about his power.
"So, you want to know about the Black Panther.." He muttered lowly to her, then proceed to toss some game chips over at a man who was collecting the bets.
Catalina curtly nodded. "Or just his suit," Catalina turned to lean back on the table, "more about the tech. I am a bit of an engineering geek." She spilled her not-so-secret. Although it was known to most people whom have met her, those who did not cross the oceans regularly knew nothing of Catalina nor her obsessions with technology.
"Hmph." T'Challa sighed, contemplating whether taking the beautiful woman under his wing.
"Why should I trust you? For all I know you're here to exploit me and my country like that man I came to take down tonight." T'Challa subliminally explained his reason of being at that particular club that night.
"Because I can do this:" Catalina licked her lips then focused on the drink that was settled next to him on the table. She took a deep breath then, with her eyes, moved the hard liquor from his glass and onto his dress shirt.
"Was that supposed to impress me?" T'Challa chuckled. Catalina was taken aback, typically such acts would impress anyone in a heartbeat. She supposed there was more to T'Challa then he was letting off, because there was no way she'd had to show her full potential to any regular person.
"How about we make a deal, isn't that what the criminals do in here anyway? How about I help you with your little friend, if I impress you— you let me in on your suit's secret, then I'll be out of your hair." Catalina shot him her cheesy smirk, her sun-tightened skin pull upwards from the corner of her mouth and crinkled wildly.
T'Challa made an abrupt sound of agreement and stuck out his hand. Catalina confidently grabbed his hand and shook it forcefully, ensuring that the deal was sealed between the two. "My little friend, Klaue, will be here in 3... 2... 1.." T'Challa nodded at the entrance of the club.
Catalina smiled devilishly and waited for her cue. As soon as a woman on the second floor of the club began brawling with a couple of guys, Catalina kicked off her heels and ran straight for the big guy— Klaue. She tumbled to dodge the bullets shot by his entourage whom were positioned around the club. By flipping and kicking, Catalina quickly made her way over to the boss and grabbed him by the throat. He flipped her over but she regained her balance and stood back up. Without hesitation, as she charged back at the man, she made all the water pipes from down below the floor burst through the ground and begin to flood the club— giving Catalina an advantage for she was quite used to the water. Klaue instant pointed his hand at her, and it began to open up— like a high-tech prosthetic— and reveal a very large high tech gun. Catalina lunged upward to jump on top of him, causing him to fire aimlessly upward at her. None of the bullets seemed to hit her, so she continued to battle him. It was fairly easy to get him down, but to keep him down was quite difficult, for his weight alone made it efficient for him to shove Catalina off of him and run off into the street.
Catalina looked around the club and noticed it was empty, except for one lone soul— T'Challa. "Impressed yet?" Catalina heaved as she tried to regain her breath. She hadn't done much physical exercise in a while— so the activity was taking a toll on her.
"No. You've gotten my nice suit wet." T'Challa looked down at his sopping luxury suit, causing Catalina to crack a hysterical smile.
