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

Chapter 16

A/N: You've been invited to the wedding readers! Wish them lots of love for the future! (I might even make them their own love story, linked or not to the trilogy :) Comment if you'd like that???)

The morning of the wedding, all the tribes stood on their ledge of the stilled waterfall, watching as T'Challa came to stand in the forefront.

"Today. Today is a very special day. I have gathered you all here for the coronation of Samuel Wilson. I know not everyone agrees with the idea of my fiancé becoming a ruler by my side. Especially since he is not Wakandan. So, we made the deal to show you he is willing to lay down his life as if it was his own home he was protecting. We no longer have the Heart-Shaped Herb that gave me strength, so any opposer will not get the title of Black Panther, and he will not become the Black Panther either, even if I pass. That role will be passed onto the next of the royal family, Shuri."

Shuri smiled at the few claps she earned, knowing was not the time to think on how much she wasn't ready for it. She crossed her fingers that T'Challa kept living at least a few more years.

"If anyone dare step up to challenge my groom, speak now. It will be natural strength against natural strength. If no one is speak to fight...I will be the one to challenge him." People gasped and T'Challa smiled, catching his fiancés surprised face in the corner of his eye. "Not because I do not trust that he will protect our home. I will challenge him, because I wish to see how he holds up against my enhanced strength. If he can, you'll see he is more than good enough to defend our kingdom."

No one said a word, stunned at the Kings conviction. They hadn't seen such determination in his eyes since Killmonger.

"I will face him!" Everyone turned to rough voice as a burly man walked down to the pool of water. "I will face him, as to show he is no good for Wakanda!" He barred his teeth like a savage, thirsty for blood. "We need no outsiders, and that includes your groom." He hissed.

"I guess it's time to make my bets then." T'Challa told him, eyes levelled and unafraid as he walked over to Sam. "Show him, love." He murmured, hand brushing over his bare shoulder with promise as he grabbed two weapons and shields. Sam took a light blade with sharp edges all the way round and lengthy, the shield heavy and dense. The other man grabbed the the spear, tip glistening in the sun threatening as his bulky shield was gripped in one hand.

"State your name." T'Challa ordered.

"Sam Wilson." Sam set his jaw, controlling his breaths. He couldn't look as nervous as he felt.

"S'Ambe." The other bit out, boiling gaze on Sam.

"On the count of three, you may begin. You may call yield to end the fight, or let yourself die in the name of honour." T'Challa would admit, he was aiming it at S'Ambe. Something about him was making T'Challa's skin prickle in annoyance.

"One," Sam rose his shield higher.

"Two," S'Ambe's face contorted into ugly rage.

"Three." Sam ducked when S'Ambe struck. Suddenly, it was on.

Duck, slice, jab, dodge, spin, slash, duck.

Sam barely got a hit in by the time S'Ambe was backing him to the edge of the waterfall. He looked up at the wall, at his friends who watched in anticipation and fear; at his fiancé who looked moments away from yielding for him. He would not yield though. He was going to prove he was worthy of his happily ever after to everyone. To his people.

He gasped when a meaty fist wrapped around his throat, tipping him further back over the drop.

"Once I'm done with you, I'm going to pick off each and every one of your damn colonial friends." S'Ambe snarled low enough just for him, and Sam almost laughed. A habit of villains - they always gave away their positions before they really offed the good guy.

"Not...today, bastard." He rasped, ramming his sword that had originally been 'trapped' in his shield, into S'Ambe's stomach. "Tip one of bad guys 101; shut your mouth till the credits roll." He shoved him off him, falling ungracefully into the pond of water that slowly tinged red.

"Get this man a doctor!" T'Challa called hurriedly, running over to Sam to check on his neck. "Are you alright?"

"I won, didn't I?" Sam rasped with a hoarse laugh, rubbing the bruise he could feel under his skin. "Now gimme my damn trophy. I just maimed one of our rebels." T'Challa chuckled, letting Sam stand on his own as the stands began to clap and cheer.

"Our winner." T'Challa took his hand, raising it high. "Samuel Wilson! Would you now do me the honour of pledging your devotion to Wakanda?" He smirked at his fiancé who was tempted to flip him off.

"Anytime now." He said instead.

"Samuel Wilson, do you pledge your life, your love, and your devotion, to the great land of Wakanda?" Sam grinned.

"I do."

"To forever watch over it as the Falcon until you are no longer?"

"Hell yeah, man." Sam chuckled. "I do."

"Do you accept your role as co-king, from now, till death?"

"I do."

"Then, I have the honour of saying, may you all welcome your new co-king, or should I say, queen, Samuel Wilson." He grinned towards his people. The clap began slowly, but then gradually turned to cheers and thumping. T'Challa turned his grin to Sam. "I think it's about time you head back home and get into your suit, Wilson. You have a wedding to attend."

"I hope I'm not in bad luck for seeing my groom on the day." Sam smirked and winked. "I'll see you in a few hours, Chall." He leant forward, pecking his fiancés cheek before Steve decided to climb down the damn wall and get him himself.

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Steve remembered the ceremony in flashes really. The music, the vows, the playful nudge from Bucky when the couple kissed. The rings, one gold and one silver, both adorned with the Royal Wakandan crest and little messages inside the bands that they refused to reveal despite Shuri and Tony's pestering.

Steve, as best man, had to stand tall for his speech. He was shaking with nerves as he looked down at his notes. He just about jumped when Bucky took them from him.

"Stop overthinking and just say what you feel." Bucky reassured, squeezing his hand tight. Steve nodded, licking his lips.

"Sam, T'Challa...You two are perfect for each other. Since day one, I knew you two would last. You fought like crazy, but I know it was your way of testing his patience. To see if he could handle you at your worst." He smiled at Sam who grinned in embarrassment, rubbing his neck sheepishly. "I wish your mom could be here. That Riley could be here. That Vis...Wanda...Thor...I wish they could all be here to see how everything worked out." Steve blinked away the sting in his eyes. "You're my best friend. Something I needed desperately when I woke up in a world I didn't understand. You helped me find Bucky. You went against all odds just to help a friend, and I hope T'Challa knows that he just scored the best husband he could ever hope for."

Sam shook his head, eyes red as he stood.

"Aw, man, you're gonna make me cry, Stevie." He gave a watery laugh as he brought his best friend in for a hug, patting his back. "Thank you, man. Let's keep helping a brother out, alright? Even when you leave." Steve opened is mouth to say something, to ease the light sadness in Sam's tone, but Sam cut him off. "It's alright, man. You gotta walk your own way eventually. I chose my destination...you gotta choose yours." He gestured to Bucky, eyes warm as he sat back down. It took Steve a few moments before following suit, eyes still on his friend.

Maybe it was time he brought it up to Bucky officially as well. He couldn't hide his need to settle down anymore. He wanted to settle down with Bucky, and he had just the place. Not right now, but maybe after they got married...

Maybe.

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A/N: P.S - T'Challa doesn't have a last name, and I don't state it, but Sam basically just keeps his last name and T'Challa has Wilson on certificate, but only for marital papers. Legally, he is still just T'Challa, King of Wakanda.