Disclaimer: I do not own Captain America. I make no profit from this. Captain America created by Joe Simon and Jack Kirby.
"My God, T'Chaka, I don't know how you survive in this heat. I damn near got heat stroke out there today."
T'Challa rolls his eyes, silently cursing the obnoxious American diplomat his father's been hosting for the past week.
"Usually, I just breathe. And drink lots of water."
Everyone in the room laughs and T'Challa stifles a groan. At fourteen, he feels a thousand times wiser than the stuffy politicians suddenly jumping at the chance to be involved in Wakandan affairs.
"Do not be so arrogant, T'Challa," his father scolds him, multiple times, "One day, you will be king, and you'll need to engage in diplomatic relations with other countries."
"I know, Father. It doesn't mean that I won't still we'd stayed isolated..."
T'Chaka would chuckle and shake his head.
T'Challa is king now. And he hosts an American fugitive.
(This fugitive may or may not be somewhat good-looking, but that is not the kind of diplomatic relation T'Challa really wants to be thinking about right now.)
"It's, uh, pretty hot here," Captain Rogers says, looking to fill the silence after discussing Sergeant Barnes decision.
"It is. Were you expecting an arctic?"
"Well, no...uh..."
T'Challa leaves the captain to his thoughts, sensing that he needs to be alone.
His father might have been proud of him for that, had he lived.