[CENTER][sup][h1][center][img]https://static1.cbrimages.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/Black-Panther-and-Storms-Relationship.png[/img][/center][b][center][color=black] Black Panther & Storm[/color]
[color=lightgray]Black Panther & Storm[/color][/center]
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[color=silver][sup][i]"The things i do for my people"[/i][/sup][/color][/CENTER]
[h2]Wakanda Embassy, Manhattan, New York[/h2]

T'Challa slowly walked into the Ambassadors office. Sat behind the desk he would see his father, King T'Chaka, flanked on either side by Hunter and Okoye. [color=662d91]"Please, my son..."[/color] T'Chaka motioned to the chair across the desk. T'Challa felt rather surrounded, even if it was with family and people who were swore to die at his command, it still felt like an ambush.

[color=a187be]"Baba-"[/color] He smiled, trying to defuse the tension, but the hand shot up to shush him. He took his seat as told. He didn't appreciate being treated as a 5 year old who stole cookies from the jar, but right now, it seemed to be his lot in life. He stared his father in the eyes.

[color=662d91]"Do you know what today was?"[/color] T'Chaka asked. T'Challa pursed his lips.

[color=a187be]"I am not 10 years ol-"[/color]

[color=662d91]"DO you know what today was?"[/color] T'Chaka asked again more forcefully. T'Challa rolled his eyes, but saw the veritable flaming daggers in his fathers eyes.

[color=a187be]"Today was supposed to be my grand unveiling to the world as the new King of Wakanda."[/color] He replied, sitting up straight and getting serious now.

[color=662d91]"YOU WERE GIVEN ONE DUTY!!!"[/color] T'Chaka smashed his fist on the table, everyone in the room seemed to flinch a little, even Hunter. Nobody was quite expecting that. [color=662d91]"AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN DO THAT WHEN YOU WERE TOLD TO!!!"[/color] He was visibly shaking with anger.

[color=a187be]"Baba-"[/color]

[color=662d91]"DO NOT BABA ME!!!"[/color] He pointed at his son.

[color=a187be]"I am trying to be serious, Baba, are you alright?"[/color] He asked. [color=a187be]"That's not a natural reaction for just a simple-"[/color]

[color=662d91]"NO! DO NOT TRY TO TURN THIS AROUND!!! YOU DISRESPECTED ME, YOU DISRESPECTED YOUR COUNTRY AND YOU DISRESPECTED EVERYTHING THAT BAST STANDS FOR!!!"[/color] The vein on his fathers forehead bulged.

[color=a187be]"Baba, you're going to give yourself a heart attack-"[/color] Hunter actually stepped in here, putting his hand on his fathers shoulder. T'Chaka looked up at his adoptive son, hyperventilating slightly. His breathing slowed, before he patted Hunters hand.

[color=662d91]"You..."[/color] He began. [color=662d91]"You were supposed to be there to answer questions and to become the face of Wakanda in these trying times. You couldn't even do that for me. What, what, what have i done to earn such contempt?"[/color] He asked.

[color=a187be]"Father, i feel many things for you, contempt has NEVER been one of them."[/color] T'Challa replied.

[color=662d91]"Then why do you just ignore everything i ask you to do?"[/color] He asked. T'Challa rolled over his thoughts.

[color=a187be]"Technically, i was performing one of my other duties."[/color] He smiled. T'Chaka looked at the Dora Milaje that had brought T'Challa in. One subtly nodded to him.

[color=662d91]"You need to remember, my son, that until the ceremony is completed and you are wed, then any children would be ineligible for that throne."[/color] He then laughed a little, remembering his own wife. The lovely N'Yami. He saw the way his son looked at the Mutant and he knew the eyes very well. And although he had remarried after her death and he loved Ramonda very much... His heart still ached for T'Challa's biological mother. He rubbed his brow. [color=662d91]"My son... I love you. I love you more than life itself and i would move heaven and earth itself to give you what you wanted, but i also need you to do the bare minimum for me and for your people."[/color] He groaned. T'Challa got up and walked around the desk, before throwing his arms around his father.

[color=a187be]"Baba... I am sorry."[/color] He said. [color=a187be]"Alright. Name anything i can do to make it up to you. Anything at all. Name it."[/color] He stood back up and went to sit down. T'Chaka watched his sons display of affection and decided to give him the chance he wanted. He motioned to the others to leave the room. They bowed and did so, even Hunter, who eyed T'Challa with trepidation. As the room was emptied. T'Chaka went into a hushed tone.

[color=662d91]"There are 2 things you can do to regain my trust."[/color] He began. [color=662d91]"First and foremost, i have a mission for The Black Panther. I have given Hunter the details. You will take him with you and you will not tell anyone else what you are doing, not even your betrothed."[/color] He ordered. T'Challa nodded.

[color=a187be]"I am... Not entirely comfortable about that, but you are my king and the Black Panther does what is best for his King and his Country. It will be done, no questions asked."[/color] He nodded. T'Chaka smiled.

[color=662d91]"The second, demand..."[/color] He smiled, before reaching into the desk and pulling a letter out, before sliding it across the desk to T'Challa. He picked it up and read it.
[hider=Letter][i]To Whom It May Concern At The Wakandan Embassy:

We understand that Mr Tony Stark was insturmental in a number of large charity drives to assist your country in not only combatting the awful drought that ravages your beautiful lands, but also to rebuild your infrastructure after the destruction caused by The Reach. We believe that even though Tony was born and raised in America, we believe this a piece of his indescribably large heart will forever remain in Wakanda.

It is for that reason, that a representitive delegation from your country is cordially invited to the funeral of Mr Anthony Edward Stark. Please RSVP with all details for parking as well as delegation size.

Yours Gratefully: Obediah Stane[/i][/hider]T'Challa laughed as he read it. [color=a187be]"A piece of his heart will forever remain in Wakanda. Funny, funny stuff."[/color] He threw the paper on the desk.

[color=662d91]"I don't care if Stane resurrected Harold Lloyd himself to write it. He wants us to attend the event."[/color] He sighed. [color=662d91]"I believe that this would be the perfect event to unveil you to to the world, alongside your beautiful Princess Consort. You will attend, there will be no arguments or skipping out of it to make some more Heirs. Is that understood."[/color] He eyed T'Challa. The prince threw his head back and exhaled.

[color=a187be]"The things i do for my people."[/color] He sighed. He got up and waved for his father to join him. T'Chaka got up and walked around the desk to hug again. The kissed each other on the cheek.

[color=662d91]"Now, my son... Let us forget about this awful nonsense."[/color] He pressed a button under the desk for everyone to file back in. The Dora Milaje taking point. [color=662d91]"While we are in New York, i wish to go and see that Rogers: The Musical that so many people have been talking about."[/color] He laughed. Meanwhile, T'Challa approached Hunter.

[color=a187be]"It has been too long since we worked together."[/color] He smiled, shaking his hand.

[color=silver]"Indeed."[/color] He replied. [color=silver]"Meet me tonight at 2am atop the building at the corner of 5th and 23rd"[/color] He said. T'Challa nodded.