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UN, Vienna. 4 months later. T'Challa, Nakia, Okoye and Catalina entered the building for a press conference. "My name is King T'Challa. Son of T'Chaka. I am the sovereign ruler of the Nation of Wakanda. And for the first time in our history, we will be sharing our knowledge and resources with the outside world. Wakanda will no longer watch from the shadows. We must find a way to look after one another as if we were one single tribe." With that, he concluded the speech and left the podium. All of the other UN representatives were left confused, as they believed Wakanda was simply an agricultural-based country. And with that, the posse returned to Wakanda to live their lives and begin to spread technology and knowledge across the world.
* * *
Catalina laid in bed with T'Challa as she played with his hair. It was about to be three months since the two officially began dating. "Cata?" He asked.
"Hmm?" Catalina answered.
"Will you be my queen?" T'Challa caught her by surprise. There was no way she could've known she'd become a queen. Nonetheless, there was no way she could've known T'Challa would've asked her so soon.
Her jaw dropped open. "But—"
He cut her off with a deep kiss. "I know it's early, but you'd make a wonderful queen. Think of it as a job positioning, not a marriage."
"But it is a marriage!" Catalina exclaimed.
"But I love you." T'Challa dropped the bomb. The timeless bomb that usually cemented a relationship. The L word. Love. It sent shudders down Catalina's spine. It was the first time either one of them had said it.
"I love you too." She sputtered out, making sure that he knew that she deeply did love him. She admired him and connected with him. Of course, they weren't a fairytale couple where they never had differing ideals nor argued, but they did love each other.
"Is that a yes?" T'Challa inquired.
Catalina sighed and shook her head. "Yes, T'Challa."
"Great. We'll have beautiful children and a strong son that'll rule Wakanda after—" T'Challa began to fantasize about their future.
Catalina stopped him. "Woah, woah, woah. No babies. At least not yet." She sneered.
"That doesn't mean we can't practice making one." T'Challa smiled up at her right before he flipped her on her back.
* * *
"I send you to go get me some insight, and you come back saying you've become the Queen of Wakanda." Tony shook his head.
"I know. I know." Catalina waved him off, playing with the water in her cup by using her powers.
"Don't get all soft on me Catalina. You're my protégée. I need the little engineer in you to be my kickass partner in crime. . ." Tony continued to blabber on and on mindlessly.
Catalina suddenly felt a strange feeling wash over her. As if something new was brewing. As if someone was screwing with Earth's balance. She knew exactly where it was coming from. Some graveyard in New York. "Tony? Who was your friend that died? She was super powerful? Everyone talked about her?" Catalina stopped Tony's rambling.
"Amelia Stinson. Why?" Tony questioned with a raised brow.
