Notes:

Welcome back to the story friends! Here's a little drabble of Shay's time in Wakanda, before we get into the interlude between Civil War and Infinity War.
p.s. I love your comments so much, you keep me motivated to finish this saga!

For the new readers, Shay is a woman with a "gift" that allows her to heal people using their own sensory system (this limits her ability to manipulating muscles and nerves and does not miraculously heal every kind of injury) She meets the Avengers and helps them track down Bucky before Age of Ultron. This story will make a lot more sense if you read those first.

The Royal Talon fighter ship touched down smoothly before the assembled group. The door dropped down to reveal three figures; Okoye and Steve Rogers flanking the new woman. A grey cat, perched on her shoulder, surveyed the waiting group with bright eyes.

Shuri watched as the woman descended the ramp. She was dressed in a blue prison jumpsuit, her hair in a messy braid, the light of a kimoyo bead pulsed under the red-stained fabric from a point below her collar bone. Her steps were slow and deliberate, still smooth and graceful as she approached them.

T'Challa addressed her first, "Sharice Wilder, welcome to Wakanda."

"Thank you Prince T'Challa," she nodded her head in respectful acknowledgement, "I'm grateful for your help."

"It is the least we could do. May I introduce my sister, Shuri? Shuri this is Sharice, the Angel of Lagos T'Kazu told us about."

"You… She… really?" Shuri questioned, looking from her brother to the new woman, bouncing on her toes in excitement. Her eyes were drawn to a deep red impression on Shay's neck, "what did this?" she pointed at the marks angrily.

Okoye stepped forward, "they collared her like an animal." She spat the words as she displayed the object to the horrified siblings.

"Is that why you could not heal yourself?" Shuri asked, staring at the offending article.

Shay shook her head, "I've never been able to heal myself, bit ironic really." The cat on her shoulder chirped urgently, swatting at her cheek. "What is it Casper?" The kimoyo bead began to flash red as the cat again swatted her.

"Come," Shuri motioned her onto a floating bed, "we need to take care of those bone fragments before they do any more damage."

Casper jumped to the head of the bed as Steve helped Shay lower herself onto the cushion. The surface under his paws lit up with medical readings as soon as Shay's head made contact with it.

The litter floated before Shuri as they traversed halls and elevators, having left the others behind. Shuri's eyes were focused on the readings on the bed and tapping something into a tablet urgently, mumbling under her breath.

Shay watched the ceiling as they moved, marveling at the architecture that she could see.

"This-" Shuri spoke as the final set of doors slid open, "-is my lab!" she added a flourish and a grin as the bed docked under a crescent arch. "I can't believe my brother didn't tell me who you were! Do you actually glow? The Angel of light, here, in my lab, I can't believe it! By the way, that's what I've been calling you, we can't just keep naming you after disasters, first Sokovia, then Lagos-"

"Let her breathe Shuri." A familiar voice gently interrupted the flow of speech.

"James?"

Bucky's face appeared on Shay's right side. "you're hurt again." He reprimanded softly; eyebrows creased with worry.

"Occupational hazard." She grinned apologetically, "you're ok though?"

Bucky shrugged, "yeah, I'm fine." He looked away as Shuri approached, "I should go-" His retreat was arrested by her hand on his arm.

"Please… could you stay?"

Bucky looked down at the woman who'd nearly died protecting him, yet again, the wound below her collarbone a swollen and puckered gathering of skin, tiny black stitches marking her skin in hieroglyphs. A black bead glowing at its center.

He nodded, eyes locking on hers. He took her cold hand in his, pressing it gently.

Shuri pressed a sequence of buttons and Shay's eyelids closed and her breathing slowed.