Tchalla's POV(time skip 5 years later)
I walked with my father inside Vienna.
I tugged at the collar around my neck and looked at my father.
"It's chaffing.", I complained.
He smiled at me.
"Bear with it for now. We'll be gone soon.", he said.
I huffed and looked out the window.
"At a special United Nations conference 117 countries have come together to ratify the Sokovia Accords.", I heard a news anchor.
I sighed.
"Excuse me, Miss Romanoff?", a man walks up to a red haired woman. "Yes?", she responds.
"These need your signature.", he said.
I looked over seeing her sign something.
"Thanks.", he says and leaves.
"I suppose neither of us is used to the spotlight.", I speak up.
She turns to me.
"Oh, well, it's not always so flattering.", she says.
"You seem to be doing alright so far. Considering your last trip to Capitol Hill… I wouldn't think you would be particularly comfortable in this company.", I say.
"Well, I'm not.", she says with a frown.
"That alone makes me glad you're here, Miss Romanoff.", I say genuinely.
"Why? You don't approve of all this?", she asks.
"The Accords, yes. The politics, not really. Two people in a room can get more done than a hundred.", I said.
"Unless you need to move a piano.", My father says walking up to us.
"Father.", I say.
"Son. Miss Romanoff.", he says nodding to us.
"King T'Chaka. Please, allow me to apologize for what happened in Nigeria.", she says bowing.
"Thank you. Thank you for agreeing to all this. I'm sad to hear that Captain Rogers will not be joining us today.", he says.
"Yes, so am I.", she says and I smile.
"If everyone could please be seated. This assembly is now in session.", someone says on the PA.
"That is the future calling. Such a pleasure.", I say bowing to her.
"Thank you.", she says and leaves.
"For a man who disapproves of diplomacy, you're getting quite good at it.", my father says.
"I'm happy, Father.", I say smiling.
"Thank you.", he says.
I shake my head. "Thank you.", I say.
He walks up to speak out.
"When stolen Wakandan Vibranium was used to make a terrible weapon, we in Wakanda were forced to question our legacy. Those men and women killed in Nigeria, were part of a goodwill mission from a country too long in the shadows. We will not, however, let misfortune drive us back. We will fight to improve the world we wish to join. I am grateful to the Avengers for supporting this initiative.", I hear him say but I'm too focused on what I saw outside.
"Wakanda is proud to extend its hand in peace.", my father's last words were.
"EVERYBODY GET DOWN!", I yelled and ran for my father, but I was too late and got blown away.
I crawled and found his limp body.
"Baba... Baba!", I checked for a pulse but there was nothing...
He's dead...
"No...no...", I cried cradling his lifeless body.
Back in Wakanda
Nakia's POV
I held my daughter in my arms...
She still has no idea of her father and neither does Tchalla of her.
I looked up to see Shuri walk inside my room in tears.
"Shuri...what's wrong...?", I ask.
I set my daughter in her bed and cover her ears with muffs.
Shuri hugs me tight and bawls.
I rub her back soothingly and in wonder of what happened.
"Shuri, won't you tell me what happened?", I ask.
"He's dead...my father. He's dead...", she whispers.
I stood still in shock and sadness.
Tchaka...dead...? Where's Tchalla...? What happened and how...? Why...?
I started to tear up myself and soon we were both in tears, holding each other for a while.
"We have to go bury him...", Shuri says getting up and looks at my sleeping daughter.
"She wasn't even able to have the chance to know her grandfather...", she says.
I look at her too.
She's right. And it's not fair. What did he do to deserve his death...?
"Tchalla's in so much pain right now. He's the one that was there.", she said.
I frowned deeper.
This is so much on him...
And now that I've already had the baby...how am I going to explain this to him...?