I've Loved You A Hundred Years (I'll Wait For A Hundred More) [STUCKY]

Chapter 5

A/N: I don't know much of Wakandan Culture, so I'm honestly making it up as I go. Don't hate please.

"I'm getting a hang of my arm now. Crushing less things." Bucky chuckled. "It's much easier to clean too. I can take it in the shower with me without it jamming up later at least...I wish I could feel though. It would be nice to finally hug you and feel the ridges of your back with both hands." He flexed his metal fingers. "God, I sound like a sap, don't I?" He didn't expect an answer, and he didn't receive one. Sam waltzed into the room, looking over the moon if Bucky had to put it into words.

"What's up?" He asked him.

"Nothing much. Just that I'm engaged." Sam said smugly.

"What? No way, show me the ring!" Bucky jumped up to his feet to see the proof. T'Challa wanted to be with this dork forever? Yeah right.

"I ain't got no ring." He shrugged. "But I have a panther claw." He pulled out the panther claw that was hanging around his neck, showing Bucky it.

"No way. This is going to sound so house-wifely, but... Tell me everything."

"That does sound house-wifely."

"My love life is frozen in a pod, I need as much romance as I can get." He deadpanned, making Sam laugh.

"Okay, okay, sit your butt down and let Uncle Sammy speak." He joked. Bucky rolled his eyes, but did so. "Okay, so, T'Challa-"

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"Are you gonna tell me why we're walking around this creepy-ass dark side of the jungle?" Sam pipped up as he stepped over the twigs and plants, fingers laced with T'Challa's who walked with elegance and confidence. Then again, he was in his element, more so then Sam.

"Just wait, Samuel. Please do keep quiet though, the cubs will still be resting."

"Cubs?"

"Shh." Sam sighed and followed along, almost tripping on a log at one point. That's when they reached their destination. Sam looked up at the giant statue of a panther that he had always seen from the palace and been curious about. He looked at the black paw in front of him. It was as tall as he was.

"Why are we here?" He whispered to T'Challa who only smiled knowingly as he lead him underneath the Panther. It was dim and foggy, but Sam didn't complain. That's when he noticed it. The smell of felines. He was surprised by the strong scent, and that fact that he had captured it. He really was spending too much time with T'Challa. Love was love, he figured.

"Close your eyes." Sam turned to T'Challa like he was crazy.

"Nuh-uh, I smell big cats and I don't feel like getting mauled."

"Trust me, Samuel." T'Challa squeezed his hand and Sam groaned softly, closing his eyes. A deep, purring noise made him stiffen, before he realised it was T'Challa. He almost laughed outright but held it in. He could tease him later. He bit back a cry of surprise when soft, fluffy fur brushed against his side, obviously circling him. Then T'Challa's hand was gone.

"Chal?" He swallowed thickly when a growl came which he knew wasn't T'Challa's. He was going to die here, he just knew it. Farewell DC and Mama's spicy chicken gumbo. Should he pray to the lord for not going to church in the last two years?

"She smells fear, Samuel. Relax. She will not harm you." So he just had to trust this 'she'? God, the things he did for his stupidly handsome King. He forced himself to relax and think about T'Challa and Shuri's banter from that morning to get his mind off the prowling animal circling him. He bit his lip when a sandpaper tongue licked over his hand.