A Panther's Panther. (T'Challa x Reader)

Chapter Twenty: Let's Fight

(Y/N) stared over the edge of the parking garage with her eyes closed as the window flowed around her. Bucky looked over at her and finished hooking on a holster.

"You not getting dressed?" He asked her.

"With any luck, I won't need to." She said. Steve looked her over and shared a look with Steve.

"Your highness, I-"

"Captain, no offense but I am the last person you need to worry about. Now, we have an asshat to see." (Y/N) said walking by Steve.

Steve and (Y/N) walked through the underpass then jogged onto the private runway toward the choppwe. An electro disabler slammed onto the chopper and the two looked up as Iron Man and War Machine descended from rhe sky.

"Wow, it's so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don't you think that's weird?"

"Definitely weird."

"Your highness, thats a lovely pattern. Also your husband was looking for you."

"I assume not for long." She grumbled.

"Hear me out, Tony. That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this." Steve said. T'Challa jumped over a truck and landed a few feet from them.

"Captain." T'Challa didn't say anything to (Y/N) he just looked at her. As they shared a look Steve answered.

"Your highness."

"Anyways. Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?" Tony asked.

"You're after the wrong guy."

"Your judgment is askew. Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday."

"And there are five more super soldiers just like him. I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't."

"Steve... you know what's about to happen. Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?" Natasha asked.

"T'Challa your father preached diplomacy and you believed in talking more than action. Talk with me and stop this madness. Please. I don't want to change and you don't want me too. So make this easy and hear me out." She said looking at her husband.

"You are protecting the man who killed Utata?"

"Deep down you know he didn't. Just talk with me and everything will be cleared."

"All right, I've run out of patience. Underoos!" Webbing came out of the air as Peter flipped and stole Steve shield, webbing both their hands. "Nice job, kid."

"Thanks. Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit... Well, it's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's-It's perfect. Thank you."

"Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation."

"Okay. Cap... Captain. Big fan, I'm Spider-Man."

"Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Just..."

"Hey, everyone."

"... good job."

"You've been busy." Steve said humorously.

"And you've been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint. 'Rescuing' Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave, a safe place. I'm trying to keep... I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart."

"You did that when you signed."

"Alright, We're done. You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. NOW! Because it's us! Or a squad of J-SOC guys... with no compunction about being impolite. Come on."