Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"So he asked you to homecoming?" Shuri asked. She gave him an unamused glance from her holographic screen. "Isn't that a good thing?"
"Yea I think", Emil sighed as he rested his head on his hands. He buried his head on the table, his arms acting like a pillow as he watched the trains below Shuri's lab breeze past. Shuri moved around him as she worked on various projects. "We are going as friends though".
"God damn it Emil!" Shuri huffed. She held up a electro magnetic screwdriver and pointed at him accusingly and slightly angrily. "You need to sort yourself out. You need to stop bitching about your boy troubles and woman up. You're getting pathetic coloniser".
"Woman up?" Emil asked, feeling slightly apprehensive as Shuri jabbed her very pointy screwdriver further under his nose. He eyed the slightly glowing end warily. Sure he could defeat her in a one to one battle, but he still wouldn't want to anger her. She had a whole kingdom who would kill him if he hurt her.
"Yeah problem?" She asked.
"No no, I just wanted to say that it was better than Manning up", Emil joked. "Patriarchy is getting old".
"Too right", She muttered, withdrawing the weapon. Emil sighed dramatically in relief.
"You just need to admit that you like this spidy boy", She muttered, scowling back at her work. "Oh no, Spider-Man is so cute I can't handle this! Just kill me now!" She mocked.
Emil scowled at her and leaned over to glance at her holographic screen. The outlines of a suit was glowing as Shuri typed in a few adjustments. It was a hybrid mix of vibranium and cevlar, with a blue swirled pattern dancing up the sides. It clung to the skin, covering the whole body, from the feet all the way up to the jaw where it covered the front part of the face. The face was covered from the chin and nose round under the ears before stretching up to protect the back of the head.
"That looks so cool", he gushed excitedly, his inner nerd making an appearance.
"I'm glad you like it", Shuri grinned. "This is the one I've designed for you".
"Oh yeah! I can't wait".
"You guys making trouble again?" T'Challa asked jokingly as he entered the lab. Shuri looked over and made the Wakanda salute in welcome, Emil mimicking her.
"King T'Challa", Emil greeted.
"Brother", Shuri nodded at him with a smile.
"Emil, Shuri", T'Challa returned their smiles. "Emil could you come with me", he gestured at him forward.
Emil glanced at Shuri and she sent him a reassuring smile. As he got up from the desk she patted him on the shoulder. "You can thank me later". He sent her a confused glance but continued to walk towards T'Challa.
The king wrapped a friendly arm around his shoulders and steered him out of the lab. "Relax. Nothing is wrong. We just have a surprise for you", T'Challa chuckled.
Emil was led down into the city and through the bustling crowds. His presence gained a lot of looks, people unused to seeing a white boy in Wakanda. Especially not one with glowing blue eyes. Ignoring the stares, Emil obediently followed T'Challa through the bustling streets and down to a building on the outskirts.
It was a small building, probably holding a two flats at the most. The architecture was inspired by a mix of futuristic sci fi and a traditional Wakandan style. Emil rather liked it.
T'Challa smiled warmly at him before opening the door. Okyote stood in the hall and she looked up as they entered. The hall was decorated in warm browns and reds giving it a calming earthy feel. Two doors stood opposite them, probably leading to apartments.
"Is he settling in okay Okyote?" T'Challa asked as they salute each other.
"He appears to be fine My King", Okyote answered, walking forward towards the door on the right. She opened it to reveal a cosy looking living room. Emil glanced around, taking in the deep red and blue colour scheme.
"Emil?" A voice sounded. Emil turned to see James Bucky Barnes standing in the open doorway to the kitchen. He was dressed in a red robe, hair down over his shoulders. His metal arm was missing leaving a stump under the shoulder of his robes.
