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The rating of this story has CHANGED from T to M now, due to sexual content. Please bare this warning in mind if you decide to continue reading.
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From the gleam in Natasha's eyes and the smile that refused to leave Steve's face, Laura didn't even have to ask how the proposal had gone. Instead, she hugged her friend as soon as Natasha stepped into the farmhouse, so tightly that the spy questioned whether her lungs would be able to hold out. Steve's face did very little to hide his surprise when Laura embraced him as soon as she released Natasha, but Steve did not mind at all.
The breakfast that was waiting for them was over the top, to say the least. Bowls of scrambled eggs towered high, and there was more bacon, sausages, slices of toast, baked beans and mushrooms on the table that would be capable of feeding an army. But, with Steve's super-serum metabolism, there probably wouldn't be much leftovers. When Natasha had commented that Laura may have taken things a little too far, Laura had rolled her eyes and claimed, "It's not every day your friend gets proposed to!"
Smiling, Natasha took her place at the table with Steve beside her. Before she could even think of what she wanted, Steve took her plate and placed some toast, bacon, eggs and beans onto it, automatically knowing her favourites. It was a known fact to him that she despised mushrooms. Knowing that the action wasn't just because she'd said yes to his proposal, but because being a gentleman was something that was embedded into Steve and made him all the more swoon-worthy, Natasha didn't complain. Instead, as he put her plate down in front of her, she thanked him by kissing the corner of his mouth.
Clint was sat at the head of the table, just putting Baby Nathaniel into his little raised-chair. Natasha already intended on having plenty of cuddle-time with her newest nephew - and Lila and Cooper, though she was prepared for the latter to put up more of a fight - before their flight to Wakanda.
The sound of feet thundering down the stairs alerted them just in time as Lila burst into the room. She instantly ran to Natasha, throwing her arms around her and saying, "Auntie Nat, did you say yes?"
Unable to stop herself from beaming, Natasha wrapped an arm around the little girl and squeezed her. "Of course I did!" She winked at Steve over the top of Lila's head, and he grinned in return.
Practically squirming with joy, Lila rushed round the table and took her seat opposite Natasha. The girl's smile did not falter throughout the entire breakfast, even when her dad tried to convince her to try some of the cooked tomatoes. Lila Barton may have inherited Clint's sharp eyes, but her stubbornness was certainly linked back to Natasha. Knowing when to admit defeat, Clint settled for his daughter trying the mushrooms.
When Steve finished his breakfast first - after purposefully trying to eat slower, but failing at avoiding being the first to finish his plate - he leaned back in his chair and his hand rested on her thigh. He listened contently as Natasha answered all of Lila's questions about the wedding, often saying that she hadn't had the time to decide on the final details just yet. The image of Natasha wearing a flowing white dress sprang to his mind, and he found himself itching to marry her even more.
Finding herself feeling full, Natasha gladly gave Steve the rest of her breakfast, which concluded of a slice of toast, some beans and a couple of rashes of bacon.
"We have a little gift for you." Laura announced, once everyone's knives and forks were together, and the mountain of food that had been at the start of the meal had been reduced to a few bits in each bowl. "Consider it a wedding gift."
Intrigued, Natasha raised an eyebrow as Steve automatically said, "That's really kind of you all, but we weren't expecting-"
"We know." Clint cut him off with a grin. "But, we want to do this." He nodded to his wife, knowing full well that Laura was ready to burst at the seams with the suspense of holding this all back.
Laura's smile was dazzling as she said, "We understand your...situation." The children had no idea about the Accords, or how the government wanted nothing more than to hunt down Natasha and Steve for what had happened, and that was the way all the adults at the table intended on keeping it. "We also know that you'll be staying in Wakanda for a little while. But, we wanted you to know that the barn suit is yours. If you ever need somewhere to lie low, somewhere to consider home, we'd love nothing more than the barn to be that for you."
Natasha's mouth dropped. "You guys, that's too much." Clearly, Steve had the same opinion. It was far too generous, and they would both hate to bring any unwanted attention towards the Bartons.
But, Clint shook his head. "Every single bit of protection that is possible has been put on this land. Neither of us have any concerns about the two of you visiting and spending however long you would like with us."
"Starting with Christmas," Laura added.
Lila's eyes widened so much that they took up half her face. "Please spend Christmas with us Auntie Nat! Please, Uncle Steve!"
At the new title of 'Uncle', Steve almost exploded with joy right there at the table. He contained himself, though, squeezing Natasha's thigh. She looked at him and dipped her head, her own smile broadening. "We'd love to." He decided, and everyone at the table - even Cooper - grinned.
"When does that ride of yours show up?" Clint asked them.
"Mid-day," Steve replied, removing his hand from her thigh so he could stretch his arm out round the back of her chair, still keeping that physical contact. Natasha leaned back into it.
"Well, Cap, fancy helping me slice some wood out there before you leave?" Clint asked, and the raise of his eyebrow prepared Natasha for whatever taunt was coming her way, "I know that your soon-to-be bride really appreciates watching you work."
The skilled archer had just about enough time to duck before the slice of toast Natasha threw at him collided with his face.
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Steve's back was facing her as Natasha stepped out the shower, the hot water still dripping from her body causing her skin to steam slightly. Perhaps it was the wood-chopping that had gotten all her all hot and bothered for him, or the the current view of his muscular back, shoulders and arms as he finished shaving, or the fact that she was always hot and bothered for him, she wasn't too sure.
With a grin, she stepped over her towel completely and wrapped her arms around Steve's back, pressing herself against him as she kissed his shoulder blade. "I wonder how you'd look with a beard." She commented, her hands sneaking round his waist to stroke his sculpted abs.
His chuckle was deep as he replied, "Would you like me grow it out?" He asked.
"Hmm, maybe one day." She admitted, unable to stop her mind from wondering, picturing how he'd look. He was the sort of man who could definitely pull off a beard, and it wouldn't be a pathetic beard that most men achieved. His would definitely be worth the wait to see. "I do also like you freshly shaven, and with just that little bit of stumble you always get to." She reached up on her tiptoes to whisper, "It feels so good against my inner thighs."
Wiping the rest of the shaving cream from his face, Steve turned around in her arms, as her grip loosened around him. He leaned forward to nuzzle his nose against hers, something which always made her feel giddy. "Is that so?" He asked, his amusement evident in his tone, but there was something deeper in his voice; arousal.
Knowing she'd gotten him exactly where she wanted him, Natasha pulled his head down and kissed him, making sure it was the hottest kiss possible. Steve returned it with equal vigour, his tongue battling hers for dominance. When they broke apart for air, he said, "I knew the wood-chopping would place to my advantage."
Rolling her eyes, she swatted his upper arm affectionately. "Like you need to actually do anything to make me want you." She told him, and his dimpled smile was breath-taking.
Steve's hands were on the backs of her thighs before she could blink. Effortlessly, he picked her up and settled her on the edge of the sink, moving to stand between her open legs. Against his mouth, she growled out, "Boxers off, Rogers."
Unable to deny her anything, and feeling the overwhelming need to be inside her as soon as possible, Steve shoved his boxers off and kicked them across the bathroom floor. Lining himself up with her entrance, he slid in with one easy thrust, and both of them moaned. "I'll never stop wanting you, Nat." He whispered in her ear as he waited for her body to get used to him once again. "Never."
"Likewise, soldier." Her fingers raked through his hair, turning his head so her lips could devour his once again. Taking her sign that she was ready, Steve started to move in and out of her in powerful but controlled thrusts. How he managed to always get her sweet spot was a pleasant mystery to her, and it didn't take long before Natasha was already building up for her organism. Her nails raked down his back, urging his hips forward.
Increasing the speed and deepness of his thrusts, Steve could feel his own release fast approaching, but he held off as he always did. He always waited for her, seeking her own pleasure before her own. "I love you." He told her, the words never once losing their meaning no matter how many times a day they were exchanged.
"I love you." She gasped out, her lips moving to his neck, where she sucked and nipped and licked at the skin she found her. Steve's hands on her waist increased their grip ever so slightly, squeezing her as she sat at the very edge of the counter. When she finished her assault on her neck, she was left as a whimpering mess as Steve's mouth dropped to her breasts.
His nose nuzzled the dogtags that sat between them, and he felt that familiar surge of male pride at the sight of them against her body. She'd never taken them off, not a single day since he'd given them to her, even with the whole Accords and the strain it had put on their relationship. He was convinced that what they had gone through had only made them stronger, and he had a feeling that Natasha felt exactly the same way.
Lifting her legs up slightly, Natasha gave him an angle that made him hit even deeper inside her, and she trembled against his body with every single delicious thrust. With the movement of his hips and his breath hitting the side of her face, the thought that this man was going to soon become her husband was what drove Natasha over the edge.
"Oh, God! Steve!" Her nails dug into his lower back, her head throwing back as her organism hit her, hard. "Yes! Please, keep going, baby."
His mouth claimed hers as she rode out each wonderful wave of her release, and the feeling of her fluttering around him was enough to send him over the edge with her. Moaning her name against her mouth, Steve spilled inside her, continuing to move in and out until they had both stopped trembling.
"That was incredible." He mumbled against her neck, nuzzling into her and breathing in her scent.
She smiled as he sucked at the area beneath her ear. "Steve?" She asked gently, and he raised his head up to look at her, instantly scanning her face. "Never chop wood infront of anyone else but me." His laugh was infectious, but she effectively swallowed it in another passionate kiss.
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King T'Challa was waiting for them, looking regal in his usual colours of black and purple. He extended his hand to Steve the second that he and Natasha stepped off the ramp of the jet that had been sent for them.
When T'Challa's eyes turned to regard Natasha, there was a spark of amusement in their dark depths that reflected in his voice as he asked, "I trust that this time, I should not expect to be on the receiving end of those Bites of yours?"
Anyone else would have blushed or faltered slightly as a King reminded them of such a thing, but not Natasha. Her smile did not once weaken. "It's good to see you again, You're Highness. I promise, the Bites will behave themselves accordingly."
Steve gave T'Challa an amused grin at his fiancee's response, which was returned. "I trust these past few days have been good to you?"
T'Challa shared a glance with a woman stood close-by with a spear in her hand, who despite not responding physically, had a glint in her eye. "Well, it has been quite an interesting forty-eight hours." The King told them. "A little situation that has now been handled. I will happily tell you all about it at a later point of the day. For now, welcome."
Natasha dipped his head, not wanting to pry. Everything had seemed peaceful enough when the jet had crossed over, but there was only one entrance into Wakanda, so perhaps the other side of the grasslands around the kingdom would be slightly different. Natasha also nodded solemnly to the new King.
"Your home is beautiful." Steve knew that she was not just referring to the grand palace that loomed behind the King, but to Wakanda as a whole. He could still remember her gasp of awe as their jet broke through the visible barrier and Wakanda had been revealed to her for the first time.
"Thank you, we are very proud of our kingdom." T'CHalla said, gesturing to his side where a collection of impressive female warriors stood. "Natasha Romanoff, these are the Dora Milaje. Protectors of Wakanda and the throne. My general, Okeye, will give you a tour of our kingdom once we are finished here."
Okeye, whom Steve had been introduced to before, stepped forward. Around her neck, she wore those thick golden bands, and her chin was raised with pride and power as her watchful eyes took in Natasha.
"I have a feeling that the two of you will get along just fine." T'Challa added, as the two warriors dipped their heads to one another. "My sister, Shuri, is waiting for us inside."
As they followed the King inside the palace, with Okeye and the Dora Milaje close behind them, Steve watched as Natasha stared around them at the beautiful artwork. The palace was filled with the history of Wakanda, and he kenw that Natasha appreciated that just as much as he had done, when he had first been trusted to roam around the palace as he pleased. Even now, despite the fact it was not new to his eyes, he still couldn't believe just how beautiful it was here, both inside and outside this great palace.
As her brother had said, Shuri was waiting for them in a room that Steve considered to be the throne room. The young girl looked ready to burst with anticipation.
"Shuri," T'Challa inclined his head to her with the respect that the Princess deserved. "I would like to introduce you to Natasha Romanoff, an Avenger. You have, of course, already met Steve Rogers."
Shuri grinned, always looking ready to come out with a witty comment. Steve liked the young Princess; she was brave, but was also incredibly funny and smart. "I would like to think I remember him, brother, as he now stands in a much better state than what you originally brought home with you." She pointed out.
Beside him, he saw Natasha stiffen only slightly, at the reminder of just how damaged his body had been from his fight with Tony. To reassure her, and simply because he liked doing so, Steve wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her closer to his side. Instantly, she softened.
"Hello, Shuri." He greeted the Princess warmly.
"Captain Rogers," She returned, even though he had already told her before that she didn't have to refer to him with that title. Telling Shuri not to do something she quite clearly wanted to was the exact same as telling Natasha; absolutely pointless. That's why he liked her so much, and had so much respect for her already. "Am I right to assume that the proposal went well?"
As Natasha looked up at him with questioning surprise, he quietly explained to her, "I may have been a little nervous about my intention of asking you to marry me." His cheeks reddened slightly.
Natasha smiled at him with glowing eyes, before turning back to Shuri to say, "Thank you, for healing him and ensuring that he came home to me in one piece."
"He didn't make it particularly easy." Shuri told her, with a cheeky wink to Steve, warning him that she intended on getting him in trouble. "He's as stubborn as an ox."
"Oh, don't I know it." Natasha beamed, as her arm encircled Steve's own waist and he felt her lean into his body. Yes, she'd certainly get along just fine here.
Shuri looked back at him. "I have a surprise."
"She's been bursting with excitement ever since you announced you were returning." T'Challa explained to him, as Shuri dipped her head to the guards at the door. "Practically been bouncing across the walls." For that, he received a warning glance from his sister, and the Prince chuckled in response.
Steve looked as the doors pulled open slowly, and what he found standing in the doorway left him speechless. Beside him, he heard Natasha's small gasp.
Bucky Barnes was looking back at him, only he no longer wore that mechanical arm that Hydra had fixed to his body. Instead, there was no arm, only a stub that was hidden behind a Wakandan shrowl. In fact, Bucky was dressed exactly how the Wakandan people dressed, and several necklaces with unfamiliar symbols hung from his neck. But, the missing limb and the outfit choice wasn't what surprised Steve the most.
It was the smile that was on Bucky's face. When had been the last time that Steve had seen his friend smile like that? It was a smile that lit his eyes, and was raised slightly higher on the left than the right. It was the smile that had guided Steve through his darkest times, the smile that had told him he would be okay, that the world would one day make sense.
"Hey, punk." Bucky's voice was warm and familiar, and Steve couldn't quite believe it.
"Bucky?" He knew it was a silly thing to say, but it escaped his lips before he could stop it. Steve's mind couldn't quite process that his friend was really standing in front of him, that he was finally free from everything that Hydra had done to him.
Natasha's hand squeezed his waist comfortingly, telling him that she understood his shock. He took a deep breath, and then walked towards Bucky. Natasha waited with the King and Princess, watching closely and feeling slightly emotional for the man she loved so deeply. He had his friend back, at last.
Then, just as Steve stopped in front of Bucky, the two of them embraced tightly. No one in the room spoke. There was not a single noise, and it didn't even seem like anyone was breathing. Maybe, that was because everyone - including Natasha - were holding their breaths.
But, as Steve and his friend stepped away from each other's arms and Bucky patted his shoulder, Steve said, "It's good to see you, Buck."
"It's only been a couple of days, and you missed me that much?" Bucky teased.
For a moment, Steve didn't response, because it hadn't just been a couple of days, not really. It had been decades since that train journey, since he had been convinced he'd never see Bucky ever again. And with everything that had happened recently, it had been decades since he'd last had his best friend back, completely. But, he wasn't going to reflect on all that now. The past didn't matter. "Glad to see your sense of humour wasn't affected."
Bucky chuckled, and even Natasha smiled at the sound of it. Her heart felt like it was beating again in her chest, but it quickened as Steve turned to her and extended his hand. "There's someone I want you to meet, Buck." He said warmly.
Slowly, Natasha walked over to them, feeling better the instant her fingers entwined with Steve's. Bucky regarded her closely, scanning her from head to toe.
"This is Natasha Romanoff," Steve said, and the amount of pride in his voice as he spoke awoke the butterflies in Natasha's stomach all over again. "My fiancee."
There was something about hearing those words out loud that made her knees feel ready to buckle, but her smile grew as she heard them. She turned to look at Bucky and offered him a friendly, peace-making smile. "It's good to finally get the chance to meet you, James. I've heard a lot about you."
"Fiancee, huh?" Bucky repeated, giving Steve a raised eyebrow. "I take back everything I said about your way with women."
"You remember that?" Steve asked, unable to hide his surprise. Natasha held his hand a little firmer.
Bucky dipped his head. "I remember everything, especially what both of you have done for me." He said, referring to how Natasha had helped them escape the airport on the jet, along with everything that Steve had put on the line to protect him. "I, um, I'm really sorry about shooting you." He added awkwardly.
Natasha laughed, and the sound was truly genuine. "I've got a pretty cool scar from the first time." She told him, and Steve gave her an amused look, clearly remembering their talk about the scar and bikinis. God, that felt like a lifetime ago for both of them.
"The first time?" Bucky swallowed. "Alright, my memory isn't that good just yet. I'm sorry. I think I remember trying to choke you as well, and I just - I should stop talking, huh?" He said, glancing down at Steve's hand. There was no clenched fist.
Still, Steve decided to give him a little bit of a hard time, because what were brothers for? "You're just lucky she didn't want to kick your ass, Buck." He said, knowing the only reason Natasha wouldn't have given it her all when she fought Bucky against escaping was because of their friendship.
To back up Steve's statement, Natasha gave him a sweet smile.
"You must have a lot you wish to talk about." T'Challa stepped forward, his sister at his heels. "Perhaps, a tour of the kingdom?"
Shuri instantly said, "Brother, James still needs to recover. I do not feel like traipsing round Wakanda will do him any good right now." She glanced at the former soldier. "Sorry, but it's true."
"No offence taken. Climbing the stairs of this place was a little more of a task than it should have been." Bucky admitted, but the joking tone of his voice was another reminder to Steve that he really was the same Bucky he had been all those decades ago. A charismatic joker.
T'Challa seemed in agreement, but he then smirked and said, "Well, then, I will send word to have the rhinos prepared."
"Rhinos?" Natasha echoed, feeling her stomach churn as she clocked onto exactly what was about to happen.
The King of Wakanda gave her an amused smile as he declared, "What better way to see the kingdom than with style?"
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After making it perfectly clear that she did not have any intention on riding one of those huge beasts by herself, Natasha was more than relieved when she found out the rhino was more than capable of taking two people. Therefore, she soon found herself being pulled up onto one of the rhino's wide backs by Steve, who seemed highly amused by Natasha's unsure attitude. "Finally, something you're not better at than me." He remarked, as she seated in front of him and his arm wrapped around her side. It wasn't a particularly necessary gesture, seeing as the rhinos did not move particularly fast, but Natasha didn't swat his touch away, even despite his comment.
Rolling her eyes, she wiggled back, well much aware of the effect that it would have on him. "Behave yourself, Rogers." She commented over her shoulder, and the answering squeeze against her hip told her that she had been correct in thinking that this arrangement might make things a little difficult for him.
Beside them, Bucky had mounted his own rhino, needing no help despite his missing limb. He grinned, patting the silver-grey beast. "Magnificent, aren't they? Nothing like the horses we used to ride."
"There's definitely a few differences." Steve said in agreement, but he sounded so happy that it made Natasha forget about how worried she'd been about actually riding one of these creatures. To their credit, the rhinos seemed perfectly chilled at the moment as the rest of their group mounted.
Quickly, T'Challa - who would be escorting them round the kingdom himself - demonstrated how to control the rhinos to move forwards, stop and how to steer them. In Natasha's opinion, it all seemed simple enough, but that didn't stop her squealing the instant that her and Steve's rhino started taking lumbered steps forward.
Chuckling, Steve's mouth was so close to her ear when he whispered, "Careful, sweetheart, or you'll scare her."
"Her?" Natasha echoed, giving him a look of complete disbelief and bewilderment, as she knew he was referring to the giant beast underneath them. She clutched onto the horn of the large saddle in front of her.
"Her name is Briesie." Steve told her, but somehow, the name didn't sound quite correct, due to his lack of Wakandan accent. Either way, Natasha did not need a translation, neither had she practically questioned whether these animals would have names. However, now she thought about it, the pens in which they were kept in were immaculate, as where the field in which some of them had grazed. They seemed quite precious, almost like giant pets.
Raising an eyebrow, Natasha tilted her head slightly to look at him. "I didn't know you two were so well acquainted." For that comment, Steve's fingers eased their way under her shirt and tickled her bare stomach, causing her to squirm. Natasha fought against it, knowing full well that he was enjoying her moving back against him. "Prick."
With a snort of amusement, Steve guided the rhino back alongside Bucky. Even with one arm, Bucky had seemed to have mastered the art of steering, as his own rhino picked its way up the hill in a zig-zag type line. Up ahead, T'Challa's own rhino was decorated royally, and alongside him were two of his soldiers. It seemed that Dora Milajae were not expected to accompany them on this tour.
As they crossed over the grassland surrounding the kingdom, Bucky and Steve chatted as if they'd never been apart. They joked and teased each other, with Bucky often asking Natasha questions like 'How on Earth do you put up with him?' to which she would laugh and offer some pretty funny stories herself. Despite the blushing on his cheeks at some of Natasha's more brutally honest answers, Steve would kiss her cheek or squeeze her waist at random intervals, too happy to contain himself.
"So, I had no idea your list of skills extended to horse riding." Natasha commented, giving her fiancee another pointed look. She wasn't bothered about not knowing that fact. Instead, she was rather excited that there were still little trivial things that she had yet to learn about him.
Steve grinned, clearly fond of the memories that returned to his head at the reminder. "Well, I wouldn't say it was an area of expertise. When I was a boy, my grandparents owned a farm. They had several cart horses, big and powerful, and I'd sit on their backs all day long if I could. My grandfather taught me how to ride, and how to control the carts in the fields. When I joined the army, I was far too scrawny to be taken seriously, but after the serum, I'd often offer to tend to the horses. They had a few at the training bases, although tanks and machinery were favoured on the battlefield."
"Do you remember the time when we snuck off on two of the gun-horses?" Bucky asked, laughing. His long dark hair was glowing behind him in the breeze, and he truly looked carefree. "I thought Colonel Phillips was going to skin us alive when we returned."
Steve's own laugh sounded from deep within his chest, from the heart, and Natasha leaned back into him, appreciating the sound. "We returned them with all four legs." He reminded his friend, and then explained to Natasha, "We wanted to explore around the base, and it was much quicker to borrow the horses."
"Of course," Natasha agreed with a smile, and Steve kissed the corner of her mouth again. "You two sound as if you were complete rogues."
"Oh, we were ma'am." Bucky said, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Sometimes, you could forget there was a war going on. Those moments were worth everything that the war brought with it."
Steve was clearly affected by his friends words, and Natasha placed her arm over his, linking her fingers through his own. He softened instantly. "Well, it wasn't as if the Colonel let us forget it for very long. We had to do twice as many laps around the base as the other soldiers, for two whole weeks."
As the group rode past the jungle, T'Challa proudly told them about the history of Wakanda, and how it had been shaped into such a great kingdom. Listening to the King, you could see that he was proud of his home, and that he loved it with every fibre of his being. He had such a captivating way of speaking that, paired with the good atmosphere between Steve and Bucky, had Natasha forgetting all about her previous nerves about the rhinos. Still, she didn't like it when Briesie would groan underneath them, or shake slightly.
"Whilst you are with us, you are welcome to use any of the facilities that you find to your liking at the palace." T'Challa informed them, after telling them a story about the nearby waterfalls to the east. "Natasha, I am sure that you will find a suitable sparring partner in Okeye. She is not my general for no reason."
Honoured that the King thought of her skills so highly - well, she was the best of the best when it came to combat, but still, it meant a lot to hear it from him - Natasha grinned.
"My people host great festivities every evening, in the heart of the city." T'cholla explained, just as the towers and buildings came back into view after a particularly steep slope. "They are good fun. You will be very well welcome amongst them."
The thought of being able to walk amongst people without having to hide who she was made Natasha practically beam from her seat on the rhinos back, and that earned her another sweet kiss from Steve. He was clearly thinking the same thing as her. They didn't have to hide here. They could experience all that Wakanda had to offer, without threat or worry. It was so much more of a gift than T'Challa probably realised.
"Is there dancing?" Natasha asked the King, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice.
"Of course, along with the best music there is." T'Challa informed her warmly. "Tonight, would you like to dine with us at the palace, and then venture down to the city?" He extended the offer to all three of them with a sweep of his eyes.
"If your sister can be convinced that I will not keel over." Bucky promised.
Natasha looked over her shoulder at Steve. His answering smile was enough clarification for her, and for the rest of the tour, she couldn't get the thought of spending however many nights ahead of her dancing with Steve - in the heart of Wakanda, with the local people and wonderful music - out of her mind. Her smile did not falter once, even when the swaggering rhino beneath her made another grumble that shook its entire body. Although she'd never admit the words out loud, she did find the creature quite sweet.
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I hope you're enjoying the story so far! Obviously this is all in the inbetween bit of Civil War and Infinity War, so the next couple of chapters will build up to the events of Infinity War :)
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