By Sunlight (P.P + M.J)

Epilogue

*Werewolf's pov*

Jack had to admit; the afterlife was really, painfully bright.

When he slowly blinked open his blue eyes, he was immediately blinded by the fluorescents overhead. He kept his eyes tightly shut until his head stopped hurting, and he reached up to touch his face. Suddenly aware that he wasn't dead and was touching his very-alive face, he looked at his hands and saw how human they were, with no scar tracing his fingers. He felt fine, no injury hindering him in the slightest. He looked at his clothes and saw that he was now wearing a long, black tunic with silky pants. They looked almost too fine to be pajamas or a hospital smock. Where was he? And how had he gotten here?

He was so damn hungry.

He remembered the plane crashing but nothing that happened afterward. A horrifying thought settled over him when he put together that Marc Spector must have survived and had taken Jack to his facility to torture him. Panicked, he sat up and looked around the room for an escape, heart starting to hammer against his chest.

Suddenly, a door opened, and a young woman stepped into the door. She looked way too young to be a doctor, despite the electronic-looking device in her hand and the official way she carried herself. Either way, she didn't look like she worked for Spector.

"The sensors in the room notified me of your rising heart rate, so I figured you woke up," she said, her voice carrying an accent he didn't quite recognize. "Feeling alright?"

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Uh, yeah? And who are you?"

"Shuri. This is my facility," she answered, and Jack blinked twice before he remembered who that was. The famous sister of King T'Challa. She was a genius in every sense of the word. Even Tony Stark said she could very well be smarter than even him after reading a thesis of hers. It was an honor to just be in her presence, but Jack had never been felt dumber in his life, and he was used to be around geniuses by now. "My team and I picked you up off the beach after your jet crashed into the ocean at Alameda, albeit you looked... a little different."

She held up her arm to touch the bracelet on her wrist, which was a series of dark orbs stringed together. A bright light emitted from one of them and a blue hologram appeared; a face ID and several bits of information about Jack himself. The hologram contorted and changed to a picture of what appeared to be a picture of him in his wolf form standing in front of the Rhino.

"I must admit, it's pretty cool to meet you, Werewolf," Shuri said with a smile.

"Meet me?" Jack blustered. "It's awesome to meet you! You're royalty! You're awesome! I watched your livestream on building the next Black Panther suit with a friend of mine! I didn't understand anything you were saying but it was so cool!"

Shuri laughed at his praise. "Well, you're the Singing Werewolf of New York. I've seen all of your videos. You have a great voice."

It was Jack's turn to laugh, though he was sure he was blushing. "Doesn't beat royalty, Your Highness."

He was seriously debating if he should bow when Shuri groaned, "Ugh, don't call me that," She made the hologram disappear. "But tell me, what happened to you?"

"Here..? As in... Wakanda?"

"No, we're in Oakland, California," was the amused response. Jack almost had a panic attack right there and then. "I almost wish we were home though, so you could meet our own White Wolf."

Jack barely registered that last bit, too horrified at the idea of being back back in his home state. He hadn't returned since Spector had tried to kill him all those years ago.