❝these were the women who knitted pain into glory❞
[COMPLETED]
[marvel cinematic universe]
[alternate universe]
[natasha romanoff]
[SO MANY WORDING ERRORS BUT I CBA TO FIX THEM RN]
BAD BITCH ❝these were the women who knitted pain into glory❞
13. African Discovery
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October 2015
❝And you said that she was found at our border?❞ T'Challa muses, mostly to himself as he becomes deep in thought, and Okeye nods aggressively in response. The woman they'd found roaming their farmland had been escorted to the castle immediately, her porcelain white skin giving her away as an outsider easily, but the civilians of Wakanda were still left wondering how the woman had managed to enter their usually safe country. The woman had been a nuisance the moment they'd found her. She hadn't harm anyone to begin with, nor had she attempted to sabotage any cattle, but the Dora Milaje had all been forced onto high alert at the sight of such a confident woman. The outsider had refused to state her identity, or her purpose of coming, and had followed Okeye with similar power. She hadn't harmed anyone until one of the Dora Milaje had tried to physically escort her across the farmland with handcuffs - that was when Okeye found herself facing an incredibly dangerous woman. She'd called herself an 'assassin' so that was exactly what Okeye presumed her to be. Her suspicions were only confirmed when she turned around to see her soldiers over powered horrifically by the quick moving white woman. ❝She won't give us her name or any identity. She claims to be an assassin and I can confirm that❞ ❝What proof?❞ ❝She walked to the castle without handcuffs.❞ Okeye states drily, as though it were enough information for the Prince of Wakanda, but is only met by a confused gaze. ❝She incapacitated the Dora Milaje. Completely over powered us. Wasn't hostile until she was provoked. ❞ T'Challa turns back to the glass in front of them.
The Prince frowned slightly as her looked through the glass. The woman, sat on her chair passively waiting for someone to interrogate her, was staring right at him. She was smiling as well, the smile of a predator, before she used her finger to motion for the man to come into the room. T'Challa was confused, to say the least, but didn't dare show it. ❝She can see us?❞ ❝Not at all.❞ ❝Have we got any records of her?❞ ❝Not a single damn file.❞ ❝Where'd the bruise come from?❞ He asked, referencing to the purple bruise that consumed half the woman's face. It seemed to infect her veins and was yellowing around the edges. It stretched from the centre of her forehead, around her eye, and down to her chin; it covered the whole of her left cheek Okeye seemed to only be growing in aggravation. She'd prided herself on being general of the most powerful private army in the world, each solider armed with over twenty years of experienced combat and strived to win every battle, and had won against much larger targets. For her army to have all been incapacitated by a single woman, a rather slight looking one at that, had been a large blow to her ego. Yet, Okeye was also curious. Already she held respect for the woman's power, preferring to watch women in the world rise in power rather than tear another down for it, and it was an incredibly hard feat to do. Okeye very rarely respected outsiders. Wakanda, in fact, hadn't had a single person enter their city who hadn't been a thief. The woman in front of them seemed to have not stolen and, instead, be in the country for a social visit more than anything. They couldn't jump to conclusions. By just seeing the power that one woman held, the general of the Dora Milaje knew that if she hadn't of wanted to be taken to the castle, she wouldn't have followed without quarry. Which lead to Okeye's next worry: was the woman here to assassinate the royal family or any neighbouring politicians?
