The King: T'Challa.

Chapter 11: Coming Home.

I caught up to Bucky and Steve. They were now talking to T'Challa, who had a surprisingly calm Zemo beside him. I walked up and stood beside Bucky, offering T'Challa a nod.

"We don't know where to go. Where can we possibly bring him that the authorities won't be there within seconds? He needs help, your Highness." Steve said pleadingly.

He was right though, Bucky needed medical attention and not only short term, to heal him fully we're talking long term hospitalisation, or something of the like of it. Hydra had advanced technology when they put, whatever they put, into our heads. It's going to take the same amount of advanced technology, if not more advanced, to undo what Hydra has done; and there's only one country I know of that has the ability to do that. I looked over to T'Challa, giving him a knowing look, it was like he had read my mind.

"Wakanda has the resources it will take to heal Mr. Barnes. I am setting off for Wakanda after I deliver Zemo to Ross, you are more than welcome to come, all of you."

T'Challa spoke with such a caring tone. The one guy who wanted to kill Bucky was now the one guy who could potentially save him; from everything. Steve shared a look with me and I nodded my head in agreement. Reassuring him. Steve was the first to speak.

"Where will we meet you?"

T'Challa smiled slightly, happy that we had agreed to let the people of Wakanda help.

"I am guessing that you are going back for your friends? I will meet you outside the facility, a ship will be waiting."

"Thank you, your Highness."
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Bucky was already on T'Challa's ship. The Prince and I were creating a sort of distraction while Steve was freeing our friends. T'Challa had a firm grip on Zemo's arm as we entered the facility. I walked on the opposite side of Zemo, making sure he had no way of getting out of our grasp. Ross came to meet us halfway, an integral stare falling upon me.

"So, this is the brains behind it all." He stated as he shifted his gaze onto Zemo.

He turned to T'Challa.

"I'll take him from here."

T'Challa had let go of Zemo's arm and handed him over to Ross, who placed handcuffs on his wrists, taking him away. After Ross left we stood there in silence, our eyes fixated on Ross' and Zemo's backs. An alarm sounded, notifying us that Steve was successful. I looked at T'Challa and we walked out of the facility casually, trying to avoid attracting any attention. Everyone had scattered; Clint went home. Wanda following suit. Sam went back to his old apartment, keeping a low profile. Scott returned home too, keeping his head low. We were fugitives now, we're outside of the law. We needed to be careful not to cause a scene.
We boarded the Quinjet quickly and T'Challa gave the order to start the engines.

"Okoye, get us off the ground as soon as possible."

Okoye? Here? She replied as soon as she was spoken too. Within seconds she had us in the air, heading for Wakanda, heading.......home. Once we we're stable in the sky Okoye put the jet into auto pilot, letting it bring us to Wakanda. I had been quiet up until that moment, I was still in shock at seeing her after so long. She obviously hadn't noticed I was there because when she had turned around she let the loudest shriek I've ever heard.

"Emily!"

"Okoye!"

She smiled at me, which I returned gladly, running towards her and embracing her in what you would call a bear hug.

"I have  missed you."

"I've missed you too, Okoye."

When we pulled apart I immediately laughed at T'Challa's expression. He was somewhat.......shocked. His eyes were wide, mouth slightly ajar before closing it and looking for words to say, I'm guessing it was caused by Okoye's outburst. Okoye wasn't known to be.......like that. I had also received odd looks from Bucky and Steve. Bucky knew of my time in Wakanda, but didn't know I had become one of their people. And Steve, well he didn't know anything; at all. I looked back at T'Challa, who had regained himself, and he gave me a knowing look. I sighed slightly and turned back to Bucky and Steve.