Wakanda was beautiful. She hadn't seen much from her past missions there, but she had an established image about it. In a strange way it reminded her of Sokovia, but it wasnt the climate, or the architecture, or the cars in the city. It was rather the people. They had a peculiar energy within them, both strong and gentle at the same time. They seemed like a people that had endured a lot in their lifetimes and were ready to endure some more if life asked for it. Yet the spark in their smiles hadn't left them. Sokovians were the same. Their people had been through hell and back, wars and fallen regimes, yet they would never hesitate to shelter or share their bread with a passing traveller, or partake into their stories. Still flying over the never ending jungle, Wanda contemplated whether she could get a chance to go into the city as well, visiting, like a normal person. She wanted to see the city all around, without having a target to follow or some other higher motive over it.

A brief feeling of weightlessness took place in her stomach. She observed the trees growing bigger, and the ground reach closer to their pod, while Sam pushed down the gear lever, mouthing a here-we-go to himself.

''Are we going to land soon?'' Wanda knew the answer, but impatience was creeping on her.

''Yeah, I sent the signal minutes ago, but Cap is not answering yet.'' Willson replied with a hint of frustration in his tone, ''I can't- I dont know where to land, if he doesn't answer-'' he continued still agitated, changing the coordinates and sending the message again. Before saying anything, he turned to Wanda and let out a sigh. ''Can you?'' He questioned, holding his eyes closed, as if he was guilty of what he was going to say. Wanda turned to him, and prepared herself to act surprised by the following words that he was going to let out. ''In some weird form or way, like telepathically I mean...find him?'' he asked, the last words coming out like a form of doubt more than anything. Wanda knew he would not like either answer that she could give him.

''I can try, but... even If I can hear him, or find his mind'' she interrupted herself quickly to explain herself, ''doesn't mean I can have his coordinates, I am not Vision.'' Wanda tried to maintain as neutral an expression as possible when she felt his deep confusion and disappointment reflecting our of him and into her bones. To a certain point, she did not want to reveal that sort of power, not while she was still bad at it, not to him, not while their lives were depending on it.

Sam pressed a couple of buttons that lowered the power to minimum and reclined in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose. ''We have no choice but to wait for their signal, or for that fact, our immediate death in the jungle'' he mumbled with himself. ''We-I don't even know if these are the correct coordinates.'' he continued while raising his voice. ''What if that robot gave us a false place?'' the hostility of his voice manifested much less than what he was feeling per se. Wanda felt a lump of annoyance in her guts from his words. She tried to appear comforting and accommodating to his words, but her nostrils were flaring. Vision risked everything for us, and he blames him? How much proof does he want-

The trail of thoughts was interrupted by a red dot on the electronic screen by the pilot's seat, which opened automatically with Cap's face taking up most of it. As soon as he appeared, both of them shifted off their seats, attentively waiting for him to speak.

''You finally found us,'' he spoke with a plastered smile on is face ''I am happy the team is soon going to be together again. I will send you the coordinates as soon as this message ends. We will be waiting for you.'' The screen immediately showed four coordinates that Sam put down in the input device for location generation. The pod powered up and engines started to hum rhythmically, as Wanda strapped on to her seat, waiting for the kick.

''Three...Two...and go'' Sam's voice died out at the full speed, with a smirk as always.

Wanda could not believe that she thought the mere crown of the jungle trees was majestic, when she compared it to the entrance of the Wakandan Royal settlement. The four hundred feet tall black panther statue that guarded the gate, stood draconian and regal, giving her the feeling that the Prince hid much more wonders than any of them had estimated so far.

He was waiting for them at the platform, dressed in dark clothes beneath his copper close-fitting tunic. Although the trees around him were shaking from the pod's strong landing wind, the Black Panther stood his ground tall, his eyes piercing on theirs through the window, as if he wanted to unravel all their thoughts, before they touched his sacred mother land. Wanda was familiar to the feeling. Perplexed and yet curious, a smile on her face lurked when she understood that, even though it was not advanced, T'challa could have some minor telepathic talents. He is trying to read me...that is very interesting. Wanda had never been on the other side of the shore. She had never felt others pressing on her mind, her thoughts or her memories, apart from Vision's rare therapeutic sessions, which were far away from intrusion. Strangely, it didn't bother her. As she and Sam were going out of the pod, and approaching T'challa, she felt more amused than anything, at his attempts on entering her mind.

''Welcome to my home,'' he said in a deep, reassuring voice. Wanda glanced at Sam Willson, and was about to chuckle at how he had straightened and changed his posture while greeting the prince.

''Thank you, for having us.'' Sam replied, while awkwardly attempting a bow.

''I hope we did not made much trouble'' spoke Wanda after him, lowering her head to the prince.

''We will have to see about that, won't we? Captain told me both of you can be trouble, some of which I saw for myself as well'' he responded with a charming smirk, while moving his hands slightly towards the enormous glass building that lied behind him. ''I have yet to impress you with my devices and my world,'', he hadn't finished his sentence yet, before they saw three tall figures dressed in black, tight fitting clothes, approaching them offering their aid. Their harmonic, cat-walk posture, gave Wanda the real recall as to who was actually the person standing in front of them. Royalty was not something you could miss out on about T'challa.

''Please, let us escort you to your rooms, Mr. Willson, Mrs Maximoff.'' they said in unison while showing them towards the building. T'challa lead the way first, gesturing to them to follow him and his assistants. Wanda looked around and tried to soak in as much as she could. The crystal clear top of the building blended beautifully with the vital green of the jungle. No wonder Sam couldn't find the place...its basically invisible from the sky.

''Wanda, Sam!'' They both turned their heads towards the direction of the voice they would recognize in the middle of the battlefield. Captain jogged towards them and embraced them both with ah's and oh's coming from both sides. ''We have to make sure every one else is safe, but for now I am glad you are both here'' he said while walking with them.

''You have no idea how much we tried to find ya in this green ocean,'' said Sam while shaking his head and gesturing at the jungle behind them, ''It's crazy out there, I dont know what people did without GPSes in your time old man, and the birds!'' he scoffed ''The birds dont like me here for some reason?''

''I think he has been flying that pod for far too long'' added Wanda sympathetically, waiting for Steve to follow up with a joke of sorts.

''I need to speak with you, now that you are all here'' said T'challa, standing behind them. ''We have yet no location of Hawkeye, or his whereabouts, which means that for the moment there is not much we can do about him'' he said while looking at a transparent pad on his hand. '' I have the location of some other members of your team- well what used to be your team, but I am not sure who are your affiliations as for now,'' he added while looking straight at them, ''I am not willing to risk revealing my location to potential threats. I need to protect my people above all'' he said, while giving them the pad and crossing his arms on his back, waiting for their reaction. Sam and Wanda took the pad where they could barely translate any information at all from Wakandan. The pictures of Black Widow, War Machine, Iron Man and Vision were placed within the lines of information. Wanda felt a flicker in her heartbeat.

''Any information that you have on our team member is useful to us'' said Rogers, his voice slightly heated. ''I will not put you or your people on the spot for any reason, but we need to know their locations. We cannot abandon them if they are in danger-''

''Captain, I understand your concern. They are your team, your family, you need to save them. But my people are my family. I cannot put them before your requests, I am afraid'' T'challa interrupted Rogers in a steel tone. ''I will give you what information I have on them, but I cannot expect more guests of yours here. I hope you understand'' he ended the sentence facing their rooms. Captain shook his head assuring the Prince about his intentions but had visible traces of discontent in his face.

''I will need information about Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff'' said the Captain, taking the pad and scrolling through the information himself.

''Ant man, I dont know his name'' added Sam without hesitation.

''Hawkeye, Clint Barton'' added Rogers further, tapping on some parts of the pad, while T'challa studied his choices.

''What about the Vision?'' said Wanda, questioning more the reason that no one had mentioned him yet, ''He is the one who saved us?''

''Wanda...'' said Rogers, looking at her apologetically. ''You know he is with Stark. There is not much we can do for him. We can't use him for anything, it will turn to his maker either way'' he sounded apologetic, but he wasn't. He didn't even think twice of him?! He just brushed me off! He just called him and ''it''?

''His maker? What,'' she scoffed ''you still think he is under Stark's control? Has he not convinced you yet?'' spat Wanda aggressively. ''He is the one who saved us! He came to Siberia to save us, while you were playing catch with Tony Stark. What proof do you need more than that?'' Wanda felt the itch of her powers playing within her hands. Her anger was materializing, but her body craved it. All she wanted to do is to throw the hex at Captain's face.

''Wanda...'' Captain's eyebrows furrowed at the sight of her hands. He seemed concerned, but far too little for what Wanda wanted him to feel. He approached her slowly, holding his hands where she could see them, ''I did not mean it like that-''

''I know how you mean it. I know how the people who think that are in charge mean it.'' Wanda clenched her fists, using every strength she had into repressing the energy that was flowing through her fingers. She closed her eyes, and slowly took a deep breath, realizing that she was far too tired and consumed to quarrel with America's greatest super-stubborn. ''I am going to rest for today.'' She turned towards T'challa and bowed her head, ''Thank you for offering us a place to be safe, your highness, it means a great deal to us, and our survival.'' she said while heading towards the door.

She entered the room and closed the door with a flick of her wrist. Letting out a sigh, she convinced herself that she did the right thing by fleeing the quarrel. Wanda sat on the king-sized bed covered in coral silk that centered on the room, and observed the mystic, yet modern architecture that built the room. Hues of wood hickory brown, were mixed with tribal-like patterns of coral, warming onto the green jungle that opened from the wide glass wall across her. There was enough light for her to meditate, but the thought brought her chest to burden her breathing. Meditation was something she always did with him. She lied on the bed and turned on her side. He wasn't there to guide her through the meta-plane, through the pain she'd always had to encounter, through the horrors her thoughts put her through. He wasn't there to lend his own space of thoughts. Unbeknownst to her, Wanda had closed her eyes, and a smile was drawn in her face, remembering Vision's perfectly organized thoughts that gave her a clear space to think, whenever her own mind wasn't welcoming. She felt lucky to have had that.

...

Quickly the room changed, the walls crumbled down and she found herself in a familiar place. A blinding light beam had taken up the sky. Wanda got up, covering her eyes, trying to get a better view at it, but she did not remember anything about the place. She felt grief coming from herself but she did not know why. Her heart was coming out of her chest, beating harder and harder at each step she took. She took a moment to realize that all around her, was surrounded by fallen bodies. ''No...''

The blinding light had just faded away, but Wanda felt her breath leave her lungs again. She felt her gut tighten. There was no air to breathe, and not even tears to shed. She ran towards where the light beam came, but the closer she went, the more she wanted to leave the dream. Vision.

'No!" she wailed at the top of her lungs, but her voice died out. She felt herself trying to rid of her heart. Her voice started fading away, when all she wanted to do was scream. ''Pietro...and You!'' Her tears kept rolling hot down her cheeks, and the air wouldn't serve her any good anymore. Wanda wanted to disappear.

Authors Note: Thank you everyone for following the story. I hope you enjoy this new chapter. Im sorry theres not much interaction with Vision, but I felt the need to integrate the story into Wakanda since thats where CACW left it. Also Black Panther is one of my favourite super heroes ever.

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