A/N: From the very first scene they had together I felt the magic between Ross and Shuri. Yes I know that in the MCU she's sixteen but in this fic,any/if other fics created by myself, and my headcannon she will be twenty-six,and Agent Ross is thirty-eight. I condone only age consenting relationships and since it's AU she is of age. If you don't like then don't read, simple.
This story is an continuation of the end of the movie of right after the battle with Killmonger and span over how they prepared to reveal themselves to the UN with the obvious focus around Shuri/Ross and some small moments of other couples like T'Challa and Nakia. Depending on the feedback I will try to update as often as I this is my first Black Panther fanfic and I'm an avid Shuri/Ross shipper so I hope you all enjoy.
All Rights to Marvel, Disney,Stan Lee and etc who created these stories and characters in the MCU.
Relief flooded through Shuri's system as she saw T'Challa appear from the ruins of the battle. She never doubted her brother's abilities as the Black Panther, well perhaps at moments she does but that's because she knows that her brother isn't the smooth cat he claims to be. However, against KillMonger she prayed to the ancestors that they'd come out victorious and that the true Black Panther overcame the threat of evil.
Her mind races for a witty comment or sarcastic remark to address her brother but nothing came. She tried to ease into the comfortable banter they usually greet one another but she just couldn't. This was too close. The pressure and tensions were still to high to relax. Instead she swallowed her pride and ran over to T'Challa and hugged him tight. So tight as if he'd disappear.
He holds her and breathes a little more smoother as it appears everything has settled. Smiling T'Challa is the first to speak
" I guess I'm not the only one who freezes."
She extracted herself from her brother before punching him in the arm.
"That's not funny, brother" she says sending daggers his way.
Laughing to himself he steps closer to throw his arm over Shuri's shoulder and pull her into him. She tries to separate from his hold.
"Now, now dear sister don't be bitter. It happens to the best of us."
From a short distance a voice calls out
"Are you speaking from experience?"
Heading towards them was Nakia smirking, slightly bruised and scraped from the battle that was only a short while ago.
He pauses at her comment which leads to the two women to break out in a fit of laughter. T'Challa crosses his arms over his chest
"You two think you're so clever don't you?"
Shuri looks back her brother, barely containing her giggles
"No my dear brother, we know we are."
The King shakes his head at the pair as the two ladies high five another. Approaching the trio was Okoye with W'Kabi trailing behind her. T'Challa demeanor shifts.
"My King" she speaks, bowing her head.
He acknowledges her and raised hand signaling for her to rise.
"General, I know it's an inconvenient moment but if you can have a few servants to collect Killmonger's body and have it kept for the time being for his burial at sea."
"Sea?" Nakia asks.
Sighing T'Challa turns to face Nakia and answers
"It was his request during his final words."
Nodding, Okoye moves to carry out the order
"Yes, my king."
He nods appreciatively at her before she leaves. Lingering for a moment W'Kabi looks at T'Challa about to speak when the King raises his hand to stop him. His gaze hardens at the sight before him.
"We'll discuss the matter later."Without arguing he nods in obedience and leaves to follow the General.
The Black Panther turns back to Nakia and Shuri and wanders to speak more privately to Nakia. Shuri watching everything unfold steps aside to herself and thinks of the how for a split second the tension filled air dissipated into the old, carefree aura that is natural of Wakanda. Then she thought of the damage that was caused. Damage...her lab. It was definitely in shambles after this war. She had this nagging feeling she was forgetting something, rather someone.
As she was pondering of the resources and time needed to reconstruct her haven it clicked.
"Agent Ross!" She shouts and dashes to what's left of her facility. Also completing forgetting about the American T'Challa and Nakia rush after her.
She reaches the area and is surrounded by rubble. She searches but can hardly see anything. She pulls out a small light and walks around. "Agent Ross! Agent Ross are can you hear me? If you can't speak make some sort of noise."
She walks further into the mess until she steps on something abnormal to be concrete. Looking down she notices a hand. Shuri quickly drops down and flashes he light to see where lies his body. She sees most of his body free from fallen debris except his legs. She reaches for his wrist and feels a weak pulse. Footsteps reach her ears as she quickly turns and sees Nakia and T'Challa.
"I've found him. He's still alive, we must get him out quickly."
Together the three pull Everett Ross's body out from the pile of debris. Laying him down on a flat surface that they salvaged, Shuri quickly applied a kimoyo bead to stabilize the Agent for the moment. She sent the other two to gather more people so they transfer Ross to the palace. He stirs slightly and opens his eyes and his gaze lingers on Shuri before looking around.
"Did we win?"
Smiling Shuri responds
"Yes, you did good Colonizer."
He smiles but forms to a confused looked. He furrowed his brows
"Really? Colonizer still?
"Are you questioning the Princess?" She says sternly yet it was underlined with a hint of playfulness. Neither knew where it came from but didn't question it, at least at the moment.
"Nope. Not at all."
"You learn quick Colonizer. You may not be out of place here after all."
"Thank you, I assume to take this as a compliment." He tries to rub his hand over his eyes but the soreness of his limbs prevents him.
"Right again Colonizer. At this rate I'll give you a Golden Star or whatever incentive you Americans use for children."
Mirth resides within him as she spoke, he attempts to sit up but she places her hand delicately on his chest keeping him from leaning up further.
She speaks
"I wouldn't do that Agent Ross. I was able to stabilize your system for the moment but until I can get my hands on my equipment to fully see what damage I'm working with it's best not to make sudden movement. T'Challa and Nakia should be back with help soon."
His eyes still lock on hers he says.
"Thank you erm I never had to chance to properly thank you for saving my life and for doing so right now."
He quickly breaks the eye contact feeling foolish at how he sounded. He didn't want to admit it to himself but something about Princess Shuri unnerved and confused him but he ultimately decided to brush these feelings aside for the moment.
She quirks a eyebrow at his antics before responding
"I appreciate your gratitude and you are welcome. I suppose I thank you for bringing somewhat of a challenge to me. I tend to lack entertainment."
"Glad to be of service Princess."
He smiles briefly before laying back downand coughs noticing that her hand was still resting in his chest. He looks at her then back down all the while his neck flushing red, thankful that it was still too dark for her to see the change of color in his pigment.
"Oh...umm..Ahem" he clears his throat.
Noticing what he was referring to Shuri removes her hand and turns her head pretending to search for the light that was placed a few feet away from them. Ignoring the heat that fills her cheek and the warm feeling that's left on her hand. Missing the fact that Everett closed his eyes trying to focus his mind on something other her soft touch. So much focus that he dozed off, his body losing the last bit of adrenaline. Hearing his quiet snores she turns back and gazes at his sleeping face. A part of her wants to investigate these reactions that seemed to arrive out of nowhere but before she can question them the others arrived to carry out Agent Ross. Before they reach him she squeezes his hand quickly before saying to herself
"Guess it's time to fix the white boy again."