"I've never seen you so stressed."

Everett resisted the urge to growl at his lover as he nervously adjusted his tie in the mirror once again.

"Seriously, this is… this is a new look on you."

"It's the King of Wakanda…" Everett sighed, "… this is possibly the biggest meeting of my life. I must look my best."

"I understand that, but why does Lancelot have to come with you?"

The pair glanced over at the one and half year old, who was playing with shaped blocks, trying to force them into holes they would never fit into it. He was dressed in a long sleeved white top that had a soft felt, black horse on it, and comfortable looking pants that were half yellow and half grey.

"The King has a two-year-old daughter, I think it would be a good thing for Lancelot to meet other children."

"…. Even a Princess?"

"Princesses are still children."

"Barely…" Stephen scanned Everett from head to toe, before smirking, "… He won't mind if you're a little bit late, right?"

"Down boy."

Stephen resisted the urge the groan when Everett bent over to pick up their son…. He was doing this on purpose, he was sure of it.

"Now…" Everett straightened back up, Lancelot secure in his arms and a fond smirk on his face, "… If you wouldn't mind conjuring up one of those fancy portals for us? I'd prefer to get Lancelot settled before the royal family arrive."

"… Did you ever think you'd be saying something like that?"

"Not once."

….

"Announcing the arrival of King T'Chaka of Wakanda!"

Everett quickly straightened up, briefly turning his attention away from his one-year-old in order to greet the royal family.

King T'Chaka was being followed by his two children as they walked into the embassy.

Prince T'Challa was heading towards adult-hood, clearly trying to appear more like his father as he straightened up under the eyes of dozens of agents and dignitaries. In his arms, was Princess Shuri, who was looking around the large building in amazement and curiosity.

This must be her first time away from Wakanda.

"You must be Agent Ross…" King T'chaka greeted, waving his hand in dismissal as Everertt bowed low, "… none of that is necessary Agent. I would prefer for us to be friends, not simply a King and an agent."

"O-of course Your Majesty…" Everett cleared his throat before straightening up and trying to appear more confident, "… If you would care to follow me, I will show you the room where the majority of today's meetings will take place."

"Wonderful… and who might this little man be?"

Quickly realising that the King was referring to Lancelot (who was staring at Shuri in confusion), Everett bent over and lifted his son into his arms. "My son, Lancelot. Lancelot, say hello."

Everyone chuckled when Lancelot pouted and buried his head into his Dad's shoulder, shaking his head into the soft fabric.

"I'm sorry…" Everett winced, "… he's not usually this shy."

"It is not a worry…" King T'chaka waved his hand in dismissal, "… My little girl is often the same way."

Looking at how the Princess was trying to wriggle free, Everett didn't quite believe that. But he nodded at the Royal Family and turned away, leading them towards the conference room, where the important talks would take place.

Once in the room, Everett placed Lancelot on the ground, resisting the urge to roll his eyes when the toddler gripped his trouser legs and buried his face into his Dad's legs. "You're not making this easy for me, okay?"

Lancelot didn't seem fussed, his grip only tightening when Shuri was placed on the ground and immediately tottered over to him.

"Hel-lo!" she greeted eagerly, pouting when she didn't get a reply, toddling a little closer and repeating the greeting. "Hel-lo!"

Still no reply.

"I think he is a little shy, my treasure, why don't you- Shuri!"

When Lancelot glanced at the Princess, momentarily relaxing his grip on his Dad's pant legs, Shuri suddenly darted forwards and pushed the baby to the ground, causing him to land with dull THUD.

"Shuri! We do not push!"

As King T'Chaka continued to scold his daughter, Everett turned to Lancelot, who was staring at the Princess with a stunned look on his face.

"You're all right…" Everett stated, giving his son a reassuring smile. He knew that if he started panicking, Lancelot would think he was dying or something and start crying, "… come on, stand up, dust yourself off."

Lancelot did, but kept his eyes on Shuri, who didn't even look slightly sorry.

"Is he alright?" Prince T'Challa asked, clearly amused by his sister's actions, but trying to remain professional.

"He'll be fine, he's always falling over… I think it's more the shock of being pushed."

Lancelot seemed to agree, rubbing at his bottom slightly, before going to grab Everett's pant legs again.

"I am so sorry…" King T'Chaka apologised, "… she is very strong-willed, like her Mother really."

Everett waved his hand in dismissal, "Lancelot is fine, I promise… now, shall we get to work?"

…..

".. And if you could sign here as well."

Everett sighed in relief as the last signature went on the paper. It had been almost three hours since they entered the room, with only a quick lunch break to tide everyone over (and to make sure the toddlers were occupied). Two hours of discussion and one hour of signing all of the agreements.

"And we're finished!" he finally announced, resisting the urge to smirk when Prince T'Challa audibly sighed in relief.

The young man had not enjoyed the last hour.

"Excellent…" King T'Chaka got to his feet and stretched out, "… I do enjoy our visits to America, but signing all of these contracts can really put a strain on my- " The King suddenly stopped, a fond smile on his face as his attention was caught by something in the back corner of the room. "- I think the children have worked out their differences."

Turning his attention over in that direction, Everett couldn't help but smile.

Lying on the floor, cuddled up next to each other, were Lancelot and Shuri… fast asleep.

"If it weren't for the fact Stephen would worry, I'd just sleep here tonight and leave him be…" Everett sighed, slowly moving over and gently lifting Lancelot into his arms as the Prince went to do the same for his sister, the pair of them sighing in relief when the toddlers didn't even stir.

"It was an honour meeting you King T'Chaka." Everett bowed low, keeping Lancelot secure in his arms, "And I hope that we'll meet again someday."

"Oh, I have no doubt about that Agent Ross… now that our children are friends, I think we will be seeing a lot more of each other."