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

Chapter 13

Sam winced as he was thrown against the tree, one of his wings breaking off on impact. T'Challa swiped at his opponent, blood pumping as he swung his legs up and around, choking the large man to submission. To think they'd get ambushed so easily. Wakandan's were born fighters, which made they a real enemy, even to the king himself. He was lucky though, as he had the power the Black Panther on his side.

"How's everything looking, Stark?" Sam panted, red wing distracting one of the three men as he kicked another.

"The tranquilliser worked on the big guy. I'm coming back over." Tony responded over the intercom.

"Do not bother, we've got it." T'Challa dropped his unconscious victim and clawed the second man's chest with a single swipe. He yelled in agony, clutching his wound.

"Kill us. We are only our mission. We will be killed either way." The man said, voice thick as he spoke T'Challa's home language. T'Challa paused.

"I will not kill you, as you are not worthy of death by my hands." T'Challa stepped back from the man, gaze cold. "Give yourselves up and let us take you home!" Sam pinned the third against the tree, breath harsh and throat burning.

"Never." Both men whispered, the third kneeing Sam hard in the gut for freedom as he withdrew a blade. It didn't make it to his flesh, red wings left wing slicing through his windpipe. He dropped with a simple gurgle of blood.

T'Challa stared in shock. Sam's cheek was splattered with blood, chest heaving.

"Samuel?"

"I'm fine." The second man scrambled away, but T'Challa knew he'd die. Just like the first man who 'failed' his mission. The link had connected easily. There was a group.

T'Challa approached his fiancé carefully, taking his hand in his.

"Let us go home, Samuel." He murmured, pulling him along gently to the unconscious man.

"It's not the first time, Chall. You don't have to worry about my sanity." Sam laughed bitterly.

"I know. This is your first purposeful kill nonetheless. So let me worry about you." Sam smiled softly at him, wiping his face as T'Challa lent down to throw the heavy man over his shoulder.

"Alright."

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T'Challa sat the man in the middle of a plain white room, bound and alone. He watched him through the glass, waiting for him to awaken. Everyone was tingling with nerves, curious as to why. Why was all of this was happening. Why they were doing this to their own home. Lots of why's.

The man stirred, so T'Challa turned the speaker on.

"Mr Zambafan." The man jumped in surprise. "Yes, this is your king speaking. I'll have you know, your friends efforts to kill my future husband failed. You will not go unpunished. I do, however, expect answers. Whether you run your mouth or not, we will get them." Bucky shuddered at the dark and bitter tone. He'd never seen the man like this, so...frigid.

"You will, won't you?" Zambafan laughed sadly. "Alright, alright. I'll answer your questions. Yes, we were trying to kill your fiancé. I am a part of the Wakandan rebel group, W.F. We are the women and men who disagree with the open borders put in place. We've been scheming awhile...plotting to get rid of your ice men and your fiancé. But then you brought more of those - those colonials into our home. We accepted Ross. He saved our land, but these men? They saved no one, brought us nothing but trouble!" He hissed angrily.

"They saved the world. You have no right to ignore that fact."

"A magic fairy saved us. Our wish, our goal, is to kill all the pathetic outsiders, including your non-Wakandan fiancé. Close those borders off once more. It is the only way we can keep the peace of our home untainted. If we fail our missions, we don't get to see it come to pass. The leader will label us traitors and have us killed."

"Who is your leader?" Sam broke in, demanding.

"None of your business, Wilson." He snarled. "Either way, none of us know. Only one of us have ever seen him before. They were killed a few weeks ago, so good luck." He smirked, smug. T'Challa's face displayed calmness, but his eyes were alight with hatred. He leant down slow, turning on the intercom.

"Waline Zambafan, you are under arrested for high treason. Enjoy your brand and long stay." He turned it off and walked out, not another word said.

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Sam sat on his plush bed hours after Waline had been branded and sentenced to life in prison, staring long and hard at the wall in thought.

"Please, Samuel. Rest." T'Challa sighed, sitting up in bed to wrap his arms around Sam's shoulders, forehead pressed against his nape.

"I'm sorry." Sam whispered.

"What for?" T'Challa rose his head, kissing his lovers neck in comfort.

"All the hatred. To think your people hate you because of me...You should have just picked a nice lady from the city." Sam rubbed his eyes, rubbing away brimming tears.

"They are not my people if they will not trust me to rule the way I see fit. And my rule, I believe, has been fair and brought happiness to many." T'Challa soothed. Sam didn't respond, simply interlacing their fingers. He didn't feel like arguing with a headache.

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Luckily, T'Challa had obtained the herb for the antidote on his journey. He'd given it to Shuri to hold onto while Tony tended to an exhausted and quite naked Bruce. It had been a long day for all of them. Even so, Bucky felt the need to rehash it all out to Steve.

"I seriously thought you might die this time round. I mean, you still could, with all this rebellion bullcrap." Bucky sighed, feeling like a dead weight filled with sadness. He felt at fault - after all, he'd been the first to enter Wakanda with Steve.

"Everything will be a okay, Bucky. I promise. I'll be here to help soon." Steve reassured.

God he hoped so.

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