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  Wakanda

  –T’Chaka of the Golden Tribe–

  He, along with his Queen, were on their way to meet their daughter. Shuri had grown by leaps and bounds sihen. Sihe day that exposed him to the danger of the world and reminded him that while he still had a lot to do, he would do it, for his daughter.

  He could still remember the day as if it was yesterday. It had been years sihe Green Guardian's feet had first graced his try and he would never fet that fateful day until the day he moved on to the Aral Pne.

  After that meeting when Jack, someone who was a child back then, showed him the error of his and his aors' ways, he had turhings around. Not at ono, that would bring about more damage than it was worth it.

  No, he had begun slowly. As his first order, as ropriate after the stern warning Wakanda had received from someone who could wipe their stro warriors with a mere thought, he had suspended all further kill orders on targets of “national importance”.

  National Importance, he scoffed to himself. Those were just fancy words they used to justify themselves. It was murder. Pin and simple. They were murdering people of their own race because some of them had gotten too close for fort, to reach the level of teology that Wakanda had.

  Thankfully, nobody had the bright idea to build a Vibranium detector of some sort. That would have certainly led to a war, no matter how hard he tried to dey that. Even he might have found himself deposed if he tried to stop Wakanda in that sense.

  No, while the current teology advas were very rapid, accelerated by the bined genius of Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Amadeus Cho, and more. Sooner or ter, ohese geniuses got their tracks set, they would build teology surpassing what even the greatest of Wakandan stists could build, in that past that is.

  He looked over at his daughter’s creations in her personal b with immense pride in his heart. He was skeptical at first when he heard SHuri’s request for immense resources to be diverted to make a state of the art b acc to her specifications. But looking at the sheer number of advas she had made in the wide breadth of sces lit a fire in his heart.

  He was almost giddy with happiness. Of course, none of that showed on his face.

  “So, Shuri, you wao show us something?” he looked at Shuri as she finally finished showing them her pet projects, as they were. While the advas made here were enough to leave the stists at the Wakandan Royal Academy scratg their heads for weeks, they were not the main focus of the day.

  The main focus was something else, a surprise, as Shuri called it. While he was reasonably certain that Shuri was smart enough not to experiment on anything dangerous, he had still had the Head of the Royal Lab appoint someone who could look over all her experiments and then greenlight them based on the danger associated with the experiment.

  So far, the designated stist guard had nothing but praise for his genius daughter and once again, he could not overstate it, he was so so proud of his little gem.

  Shuri was the reason he was not the slightest bit worried about the outer worl- the rest of the world, he had to sciously break his habit of separating Wakanda from the rest of the Earth, they were a single species, period.

  The reason he was not worried about the rest of the world catg up to Wakanda, despite their immense growth rate, was simply due to Shuri. Shuri was the one who was going to lead Wakanda into its Goldeogether with his son.

  Their unbreakable bo that the future of the try was in safe hands, regardless of his decisions. So, he had vowed to try and reduce even the slightest bit of burden that might fall on their shoulders iure.

  Shuri was the one who ht ied the field of sce that was capable of deteg space. Yes, Shuri had equipment in her b that could actually detect the emptiness of space. She could quantify the seemingly empty matter that surrouhem.

  She was still w on maniputing said spad she was fident in not just blog Jack’s portals from w whe that w, she was also going to replicate the portal making ability of Jack for herself. In her words, “Just imagihe number of French pastries I could get for myself if I had that portal ability. Fresh out of the oven and into my tummy,”

  “This way, Royal Father,” Shuri said as they entered a secret hallway, well, secret in the way it was hidden, not in the sehat they didn't know about it. They knew most of what their daughter did in the Lab, only the surprise she deliberately kept from everyone was what was kept out of their knowledge.

  They entered multiple locks on the way before they finally entered SHuri’s personal space. In this pce, she kept her notes, her servers, and her favourite anime records, all entombed in iructible Vibranium-backed archive servers.

  Apparently, his daughter liked to “Ride the seven seas” as she was, when it came to online pirating.

  “Tada!” Shuri walked past multiple pieces of onry that glowed otherworldly colours befesturing to a small, seemingly empty pce. He was about to ask if Shuri was seeing things before the seemingly empty pce began smoking before reality itself glitched in front of them.

  His eyes widened as he felt Ramonda squeeze his hand. A seemingly smoking pieetal appeared in the empty space, its entire flowing for some reason before it became i.

  “Shuri, what is that?” He hoped his voice didn’t break the way he thought it did. If this was what he thought it was, this was going to be groundbreaking.

  “Yup, that right there, Father and Mother, is the first teleportation device. Don’t worry too much about the smokial, it only does that for the first object. Once a e has beeablished, anything safely gh it. Look–”

  His heart leaped into his throat as his daughter, just a few inches away from his outstretched hand, shoved her hand into the mae that had spit out nearly molteal.

  “SHURI!” Ramonda was not as shell-shocked as she found the strength to move her feet and pulled Shuri away from the teleportation device, looking all over her body to check if she was alright or not.

  “Mother, I am fine. I checked it beforehand obviously. It was fine, ask him,”

  His eyes met the stist assigo Shuri, promising pain for not inf them beforehand about such a groundbreaking discovery.

  “Shuri, promise me, nothing like this will happen here, do you hear me? This is not the right way to do things. You are a princess and you will act as such,”

  “Fiiine,” Shuri pouted as she ran away to fetch a tablet aedly began telling them about the dizzying number of cepts and sces that Shuri had overpped over each other to ht i another field of study uhe study of space. Shuri had figured out how to create small sized portals, with tested ranges exceeding the total length of Wakanda.

  “Still, it is nowhere near as versatile or powerful as The Green Guardian,”

  And there it was, the hero Worship. Apparently, the fact that the Green Guardian had fought for them and had repelled an alien invasion almost single handedly had ted his position, not just in his children’s minds but also in most of the Wakandans’ minds. The fact that he was still a child when he aplished all that was another factor that lit a fire under Shuri and T’Chal. It provoked them to be better, to do better.

  And where Shuri eled all that energy into creating new and improved teology, helping Wakanda maintain its lead over the rest of the world, her brother used the same energy to protect their borders and kickstart the pilram that he and T’Chal had built together, after he had taken the warning that jack had given them, about the rest of the world finding out about them sooner or ter.

  “Shuri, never fet, I am proud of you and always will be, no matter what you do, alright?” He said as he patted Shuri’s head as she seemed genuinely sad that she was uo replicate her role model’s powerset pletely.

  He chuckled gently as she immediately ran towards her sole and began w on something, pletely fetting them, “Remember, Jack Z. Sullivan is not someone who you should aspire to be. You should aim higher, as your brother says, aim for the stars and you might nd among the stars,”

  “Now, my child, I seem to remember something about a father daughter dihat someone promised me, in exge for some outside experiments,” He ughed at the sheer delight that filled Shuri’s face at the mention of experiments she could duct outside of Wakanda’s border.

  “With supervision of course,” Her face dimmed before she perked right up. Hmm, he smelled something afoot.

  “Thanks, Royal Father!”

  ‘See you at dinner, Shuri,” He said as he waved her goodbye, Shuri already typing away furiously on her personal keyboard, ohat she made herself. The normal yout being too slow for her.

  Ah, Geniuses and their perks.

  “You do realise what this means, right?” Ramonda asked him as they walked in the long hallway that led to the Royal Pace.

  “Yes, this just paints an even bigger target on Wakanda once we are iably exposed to the world,” He firmed her fears before falling into deep thought about the danger of opening up their try to the world, even as slowly as they were doing that.

  “I will join you in a moment, my Queen,” Ramonda smiled in uanding as she left him in his throne room. He sat on the unfortable throne as his mind tio ponder on the current state of things in Wakanda.

  He had devised multiple steps on how to open up their try properly to the rest of the world.

  Firstly, within a week of Jack’s visit to Wakanda, he had called forth a meetiween the brightest political minds of the try, sat them down with the medical experts, and gave them oask: Figure out a way to dissemihe numerous cures that Wakanda has, to the rest of the world without any hint of Wakanda ing through.

  They had the answer ready for him within a week, all with a list of endorsements for some truly incredible anisations that were dedicated to researg cures and then making sure that unprivileged people had access to the same cures as the privileged ones did.

  That pn had already been implemented. Last he heard, the first wave of cer cures should hit the open market in the 2-3 years, given that nobody tried to maliciously bee a roadblo such a wonderful mission. He had assighe WarDogs for that of course. The mood deeds he could do, the better T’Chal’s position would be when he will have to iate with the outside powers, one day or other.

  The sed thing was T’Chal’s pilot project, which was to take down warlords that had been installed by outside forces and then propping up someoh better iions and morals. The thing was that, if anybody tried anythiely simir, they were killed mysteriously. This time, with Wakanda bag them, the tribes mao stick together and protect themselves, eventually abs other tribes, killing their obviously corrupt warlords, and then helping each other.

  So far, they had taken over 16 such warlord tribes and put them on a path to a better life.

  The first two steps alone had not been easy. That was fine, he khat it was always going to be incredibly hard to begin at all, let aloart with such groundbreaking practices. He had entered signifit, nay, stiff resistance from the cil, particurly the Mert Tribe elder. He had been suspicious of that but unwilling to iigate someone who had been with him the day he became King T’Chaka.

  T’Chal, however, had no such reservations, and as such, when he preseo him irrefutable proof of the Mert tribe elder’s dealings with the same Western powers that were responsible for much of suffering around their home, he had been despo. It was as if he had aged years in mere minutes.

  There he was, trying to erase some of his sins so that the geion was not burdened by the deeds of the previous geion and there was the Mert Tribe elder, exging goods and information with an informant of some king, in exge for what? Humans.

  He was disgusted with the elder and more importantly, with himself, for having had such close tact with a vile and reprehensible person.

  A, still, his weakness won over as he couldn’t do the deed himself, having to rely on his son to kill the elder. Because there was no other punishment to be given, other thah, for a sin so grievous.

  After that, he ordered all the tribes’ dealings with the outside world to be heavily iigated. The other elders, once shown proof of their peer’s activities, relented and allowed the iigation to occur unimpeded.

  That was how they found themselves with an all-new cil. Yes, the crimes of the other elders were not so serious as to warrant capital punishment but he had asked all of them tn all the same, letting young faces to ehe cil.

  He was doing all he could to make sure that T’Chal would have a much easier world with the outside world.

  Some would say, including his ihoughts eg the same sometimes, that he didn’t have to do all that. He didn’t have to act the way he did, ag on decisions he made when the Green Guardian, Jack Sullivan, was still alive. Someone who could single handedly force the entire try of Wakanda into pliance.

  Someone who could kill the Bck Panther with a mere thought. Someone who could teleport themselves and more importantly, entire armies with onry straight into the heart of Wakanda itself, with no way to ter them.

  That someone was no longer alive.

  Jack Sullivan was no longer alive a, he tio a his decisions at the same speed as he did when Jack was still alive.

  It was because of the same reason that Shuri and T’Cjhal held him in such high regard.

  The Invasion of New York had opehe world’s eyes but it had reopeheirs as well. They knew about the aliens and the fact that they were not the only ones in the vast darkness of the universe, ahey had somehow ighat.

  So sure of their defehey had deigo not look into the matters of space at length.

  That led to the death of Jack Sullivan, the veritable role model to bee the champion of the p.

  One more death on his hands. If he could have sent aid in time or if he had prioritized the deep space sers, Wakanda could have helped locate Loki sooner, helping Jack stop the invasion before it could have happe all.

  That would forever be one of his biggest regrets, his biggest sin. He would always curse himself for letting humanity lose one of its brightest stars.

  “Huh, look who’s bee a fan as well,” he chuckled at himself by his lonesome ihrone room.

  “I hope to not disappoint you. May Bast give me strength,”

  He looked up as someoered the Throne Room with haste.

  “My King! My King, it’s-it’s Jack…Jack Sullivan! The Green Guardian is here, he’s alive! He’s alive!”

  He was out of his chair and rushing past the messenger as he colpsed on the ground, babbling the same thing over and ain, his mind running a mile a minute as it tried to think of all the pusible sarios.

  He knew, khat the ces of it being truly Jack were very low…a, hope rose anew in his mind as he watched the bzing green humanoid in a video that the Dora Mije showed him.

  “Bring him iell Ramonda we have a Royal Guest to host and somebody go get Shuri here. Tell her it’s urgent,” He rapidly ordered as he ran to get dressed appropriately.

  The energy signatures had e back positive, it was unmistakable. This was really Jack.

  And…he was all the md for it.

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