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T'Challa walked into his sister's darkened lab. One of the guards told him the White Wolf and Princess Shuri had not emerged for several days. He found an elaborate blanket fort maze awaiting him. Sighing he got on his hands and knees, despite hearing the words of his father that a king did not kneel. He traversed the maze for a long time before solving the puzzle and arriving at the central chamber of the mansion esque labyrinth. Books lined the walls on every language spoken in all of Africa. The list was extensive, and the books were numerous. Shuri was sleeping with a blanket hugged around her shoulders. T'Challa looked at Bucky whos eyes had risen from his book at the arrival of the king.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping in a bed?" T'Challa chuckled and pulled his legs into a sitting position careful not to jostle any blankets.
"They say Wakandans weave vibranium into their fabric." Bucky said softly.
"Do the blankets make you feel safe?" T'Challa asked curiously.
"Shuri thought it might." Bucky shrugged and went back to his book.
"Studying?"
"Focusing on something...else." He said not looking up.
"Another of Shuri's suggestions?" Bucky made a noise in affirmation. "When was the last time you slept, brother?" T'Challa put a hand on Bucky's shoulder.
"What day is it?" Bucky looked up blinking.
"Wednesday."
"Monday."
"Try to rest. Use a blanket. They help." And with that T'Challa crawled his way out. Bucky looked at Shuri and sighed.