This is just something I've been thinking of for the past few days. Got the inspiration from a comment on Youtube. If you'd like to see more, tell me! :)
Erik laughed, his voice grating aginst his throat.
"It's been two years, brother. Not a single visit," he said, leaning against the cold wall. T'Challa's face flashed with annoyance for a moment. "Something's happening, ain't it? You must be desparate to come to me for help." His brother looked away.
"There is someone coming," T'Challa said, hands behind his back. "Someone more powerful than anything we've known."
"And now, you need my help," Erik finished, he pushed away some of his overgrown hair and leaned into the light. I want him to see me, to see what I am now.
"I know you still exercise, even in here." T'Challa pointed to the camera outside his cell. "You can still fight for us. For Wakanda."
"What would I get out of it?" he asked. "If I help you, do you just put me back in this cell again when you're done with me?" T'Challa shook his head slightly.
"If you help, I will provide you with a home in Wakanda," he said. "You will be guarded and watched at all times, of course, but it's better than here." Erik stood and walked up to the bars.
"This ain't nothing more than paid work, is it?" T'Challa's face remained still. "A'ight, I'll help you. but I want a suit."
"Of course," he answered, turning his head and nodding at the guard near him. After a moment, the bars slid down into the ground. Erik closed his eyes, feeling the rush of excitement. I'm free. I could run right now. Maybe even T'Challa couldn't stop me. "Put on some clothes," he told him, eyes flicking down to the massive scar in his chest. you gave me that one, brother. "We have fighting to do."
"Who is this fool that you're so afraid of?" Erik asked as T'Challa walked away. "I wanna know his name." T'Challa stopped in his tracks. he turned to face him.
"Thanos," he said. "We have to be ready."