SHURI UDAKU - PRINCESS OF WAKANDA
July 14th, 2017, Wakanda
"Shuri, you must stop worrying," T'Challa rests his hand on my shoulder, patting my back; comforting me for what seems like the millionth time.
I take in a deep, quivering breath. "I know, I know." I've been hovering around Peter's hospital bed for a day and a handful of hours, even though I also know that he'll be completely fine and totally healed. It still doesn't change the fact that he was hurt in the first place, or that one of my inventions failed. While the doctors gave him stitches and patched Parker up, they gave him a sleeping agent that would eventually wear off. I'm just counting the seconds until it finally does.
When I look at Peter Benjamin Parker, the stupid and selfless teenage boy who's become my friend, I can't help but feel the guilt rolling in. However, I did take Steve's words to heart. Peter's usually so bubbly and bouncy. His brown eyes are always flickering from one object to another; always observing his surroundings and analyzing everything.
I find that the only times Peter's gaze is constant is when he has an important conversation with someone; or when he's really focusing on the task at hand. A heavy sigh from behind and another shoulder pat interrupts my inner ranting. My own gaze reluctantly leaves Parker's abnormally still body.
"Sister, I have a meeting to attend to. If you need anything else, please ask, alright?" My already drooped shoulders drop even more at this. "I'm sorry, Shuri. You know how much I want to stay, but—"
"It's alright, brother. I understand." I hang my head and raise it, offering T'Challa a smirk. "Go tend to your duties, alley-cat."
His jaw clenches at the terrible nickname, causing me to snicker. T'Challa drapes an arm over my shoulders and bumps a hip against my own. He pokes my head in retaliation, an evil smirk growing on his face. "Fine. I'll see you later, brown bear." My hands subconsciously go up to the two buns in my hair—which, quoting T'Challa—'look like brown bear ears'. Now it's time for me to look thoroughly exasperated.
When I wave goodbye to my brother, I can't help but wish that it was small moments like these that lasted forever. If only I could freeze frame on this little chunk of life: T'Challa flashing me a megawatt smile as he looks over his shoulder, his hand in a classically joking salute while The Dora Milaje surrounds him.
It's all over too soon when an atrocious beeping noise and a vibration at my palm pulls me back to reality.
Shaking my head and shrugging my shoulders, I glance down at my wrist, seeing a flashing alert pulsing on the glinting display of my watch. Normally, my alerts are calm—nothing at all like this chaotic mess. I quickly press the screen and watch as the flickering message projects into a huge hologram. Then I feel about a thousand thoughts and emotions flood over me as I read what it says.
The algorithm performed on James Buchanan Barnes is complete.
Another bright notification appears underneath this one.
Preparation for 'WWW: Wake White Wolf' will commence.
I need to find Steve.
Now.
CLIFF HANGER!!! ahahhahaha
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