"(Y/n)," Professor X was the next person on the screen, "I believe I'm the last person to give my message. I've seen many minds, and many mutants in my years, but you will always stick out to me. When you thought you were dangerous, or doubted yours...
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Chapter Twenty-Three: Month One
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Wakanda's metallic city, a wide expanse of vibranium buildings surrounded by outlying rural villages. The country was larger than what we saw, but even that small glimpse took our breath away. And to think that everything had been developed by T'Challa's sister who was our age. I faintly remember back to when May was yelling at us for being heroes. She said Peter couldn't do his own laundry and Princess Shuri designed a city.
"I've seen pictures but this is... wow!"
"It's like tradition and innovation had a kid," Peter marveled breathily.
"Today you will settle in. Okoye will show you around the palace. Tomorrow you'll be shown the labs, after that your learning begins."
A girl around Peter's and my age met us outside the quinjet, "Brother you brought outsiders. Do I have to fix the white boy like I did the other two?"
"No, Shuri. This is your new assistant and her friend. They'll be staying here for the summer to learn about Wakanda."
"T'Challa," an older woman stepped forward, face strict, "I know you opened our doors to the world, but they're children."
"They're heroes Umama. Spider-Man and Riptide from New York."
"Oh brother, you brought me heroes with powers? So many lab possibilities!"
I grabbed Peter's hand and shrunk back at the comment. Experiments? Like so many did with mutants to see what made them tick? No thank you. T'Challa noticed my hesitation.
"They are not here as experiments. (Y/n) is here because her mutation may prove useful while you're studying."
"Yes, of course," Shuri nodded, though her eyes were still sparkling with excitement at the idea of working with super-powered beings.
"Okoye, you may begin the tour. We will bring your bags to your room for you."
"As you wish, my king."
Okoye stepped forward, motioning for Peter and me to follow her. She led me into the palace. She showed us the throne room, dining hall, different hallways with bedrooms, and the gardens. Each one holding original architecture and new technology that Peter seemed to be itching to touch.
"This is the ballroom, more commonly used for large meetings and tribal holidays. Now, to dinner, and then bed. You must get rest before you begin your work tomorrow."
One Week Later- June 17
"Why aren't we doing a normal lesson today?" I questioned as Shuri led us to a large field outside of city limits, "I was just getting the hang of common phrases. I know how to say my favorite color!"
