Assorted Fandom Drabbles and Headcanons

T'Challa + 10 & 35

10. "We're bribing you with the antidote. The poison will kill you/him/her in three days. Think about it."
35. "It's your choice."

The words of that menacing thug rang in my head. As I had started to feel the effects of whatever his lackey injected me with, the main man pompously delivered his threat.

"We're bribing you with the antidote... which only we know how to make. The poison will kill you in three days, so think carefully about it."

"What makes you think I'd trade his life for mine?"

"Because you may run with the Avengers... But I know what you were before. Your survival instinct is too strong. Now run along... and do what you do best."

That was well over two and a half days ago. I realize I'm quickly running out of time; it's now or never. T'Challa was coming around the corner. I whipped out my knife, pressed him against the wall, and brought the blade up to his throat.

His look of confusion and betrayal sent glass shards through my gut. "(Y/N)? What... Why are you doing this?"

I could feel tears falling down my face. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

I expected him to be angry, but instead I saw... pity.

"Please... What has happened? I love you, let me help you."

There was no way I could keep it from him. Everything came rushing out and eventually, I dropped the knife, collapsing into his arms.

"Oh my love..." He cupped my face in his hands. "I cannot lose you... Do what you need to."

That certainly threw me. "What?"

T'Challa picked up the knife and pressed it into my hand. "It's your choice... But please, do not ask me to watch you die."

I smiled at him sadly as my world began to darken. There was a reason I had waited until the last minute to try anything. "I'll always choose you, T'Challa. I'm sorry..."

And then... I could barely hear him begging me to stay. I was already gone.