FALLEN ─ marvel

I. The Kitchen Paint Job

Chapter One
Soroya

I look outside the ship's window as we land in front of the palace, seeing my brothers waiting for us. I jump out of my seat and run down the ramp, flinging myself into the open arms of my brother. He hugs onto me tightly before letting go to do the same to Bucky, asking me over his shoulder: "Did you two have fun?"

I nod, hugging onto Khari, whose standing next to Alex with his spear out for balance. "The cabin was beautiful, we loved it. How have things been going here?"

"About as well as can be expected," Khari replies, letting go of me to embrace Bucky. "Everett has been gone as long as you two have, he's packing up for the move here and he's getting orders from Ross."

"What kind of orders?"

"The ones on how to run Wakanda. Ross wants to make it so Everett oversees everything decision made and act as an overseer to T'Challa. He called us early this morning and told us some of what Ross is planning."

Alex lets out a sigh, mumbling to himself: "I just want to punch that mustache right off his face."

"Don't we all," I reply with a sigh myself, turning my attention back to my brother in law. "Will it still just be Everett here in Wakanda?"

"I don't know. Everett did mention that the UN wants to set up border patrol outside the barrier, as well as security measures put in place for anyone coming into or leaving Wakanda. Everett said that's just the beginning of what Ross wants to do."

The bliss from my honeymoon has officially worn off. My tone comes off aggravated as I ask Khari: "Where's T'Challa?"

"He's in the throne room wrapping up with his meeting with the council. He's telling them about what Everett told us."

"Why aren't you up there with them?"

"The council is angry, there's nothing that will change that. We all want to help our country but there's nothing we can do." He says disappointedly.

I lean forward and place a soft kiss on his cheek, giving my brother in law a small smile. It's not much, but it's all I can give.

"I'm gonna go up there to see him. Why don't you three go back to the house and continue painting the kitchen. Aren't you almost done?"

Alex nods proudly. "Yes, I've proven myself to be a great artist."

Khari, an actual artist, chuckles to himself, mumbling to me: "This isn't the first time he's said this."

"Not surprising," I mumble back, walking past the boys towards the palace entrance. "Go be productive, I'll meet up with you soon."

"You just want to get out of painting!" Alex yells to me as I walk through the doors. I pretend not to hear him.

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When I make it to the throne room, the meeting has ended. T'Challa is in the throne room with just Nakia and Shuri, all of whom look absolutely miserable. Their expressions lighten slightly though as they notice my presence. Shuri runs up to me and envelops me in a hug, her expression looking almost relieved.