yes but consider this for your otp:
- being reunited after surviving the zombie apocalypse unknowing if the other was alive or dead AU
- rescuing their partner from a recon mission gone wrong AU
- drama school rivals being cast as romantic opposites because they have “crazy sexual tension” according to their director AU
- "are we both robbing the same house oh fuck" AU
- growing up together in a rough neighbourhood AU
- mutual friends always dragged to the same inane barbecues AU
T’challa! It’d be my pleasure, though if Ororo said it’s good she’s probably right. Is there anything in particular you’d need help with? I’m not completely qualified to teach anything, but I could take a look at the computer science classes, ethics and things I’ve taught before.
Oh, I don’t doubt her opinion, either. It’s simply better to have multiple views on something as important as this. The classes you suggested are basically what I had in mind for you to evaluate. I’d also, uh.. like some ideas on how to make training fun every now and then, for the youngsters with short attention spans. Goddess, if you weren’t busy already, I’d love to have your help here.
"There is no need to apologize, T’Challa. It’s quite alright. Your reaction even is far more tamer than even some others I’ve come across."
"You two have a child now? My word… I truly have been gone for such a long time. I don’t know if Ororo is aware that I am here or not. It would depend on whether anyone else has told her prior to me coming here."
"Where are my manners today? Ororo should have been the one to give you this news, not I. It would have been a nice surprise for you in return for your presence here."
"Yes, a little girl. Mawusi. She seems to have a form of electrokinesis. I suspect her mutant gene activated early because of my DNA."
After hearing the commander’s response, T’Challa paused, staring at her with a perplexed expression
not that Hill could see it under his mask, of course. To her, it probably looked like his eyebrow twitched, or something.
That’s why people are intimidated by your mask, T’Challa. It’s not because your emotions are hidden, it’s because it looks like your damn face is having a tiny seizure and they’re deciding whether or not to call a doctor.
"Kids?" He asked. "I’m hoping you don’t mean actual children. Chasing young ones with robots is illegal. Unless it’s Clint or Wade, then go ahead. I would like to watch."
"They’re real kids. Well, one of them is sort of a robot, too, but whatever. The bots are programmed by Stark; they’d never hurt the kids. Nevermind. The kids aren’t even mine or my responsibility."
She was not good with kids, or so she kept telling herself. In reality the kids loved her, because she bribed them to leave her alone with candy.
"Mm, forget I asked. If they aren’t your responsibility, they aren’t mine." Honestly, he still felt concern for whoever said kids were, but he was sure they’d be fine. Probably. Hopefully.
Well, it couldn’t be worse than how T’Challa and his sister were trained growing up. S.H.I.E.L.D. probably didn’t make their kids walk across the whole continent of Africa by themselves.
“Children aside, is there something you wanted from me? Most people wait until later to vacation here, when it’s warmer.”
Mel’s face didn’t shift from its flatline state. “Beats me,” she grumbled, staring upwards from whence she came. “Teleport gone wrong, I guess. Then again, I guess we shouldn’t really trust our travel to a hunk of swamp muck. It’s nice to make your acquaintance then, I guess.” Turning her head towards him, she cocked a brow. “Sorry if this sounds rude, but do I curtsey or bow or something? I mean, you are a king and all.”
He stood with his arms crossed and examined her, his eyes tinted yellow from the cowl he wore. “I personally don’t care what you do, but seeing as I’m regarded highly here.. A short bow will do.” His feet moved in careful strides as he looked around for any passerby. Though he did not place great trust in her, he didn’t want anybody giving Mel trouble. “I’m sure Man-Thing did his best.”
T’Challa slipped out of the greenery growing by the palace walls, quietly approaching his visitor.
"Songbird, yes? Would you like to tell me what you’re doing in the royal backyard?"
Go to the 2:00 mark.
Ah, Kitty, it is good to see you.
If I may.. I was hoping you could evaluate the school for mutants here in Wakanda. Ororo says it is good, but I need more than one opinion from a senior X-man.