Top Harry Drabble: Harry/T'Challa

Summary: In which Harry gets sent to Vienna to check out the Accords signing. (Harry/T'Challa, a/b/o)

T'Challa froze as he took in the meeting hall for the ambassadors of State. There was the Black Widow and he realized that she was the only Avenger in the room, perhaps the only Avenger that came here. Of course, many of the Avengers had been conflicted about the Accords, enough that Stark's thoughts had become public.

"T'Challa?"

"Yes, Baba?" T'Challa only partially listened to his father, his eyes caught on one of the heroes of the wizarding world. Harry Potter. This was why he had come with his father to Vienna, in the hopes that he could catch a glimpse of the British wizard that had saved the world. His heart beat quickly as he took in the man, seeing the untamed black hair that hid the famous scar and the bright green eyes.

T'Chaka sighed at his son's gaze, following it to the only wizard in the hall. "Kingsley did say he was sending the man here in his place."

T'Challa turned towards him, his eyes wide. "You didn't tell me that he was going to be here?"

"It slipped my mind, on account of other business," T'Chaka remarked, his lips twitching up into a grin. "Go meet him. The talks and signing won't be for a while yet."

T'Challa blinked, inhaling deeply and taking in the various scents that followed people around. "You didn't arrange for an alpha to meet us here, did you?"

"No, nothing like that. This is just for the Accords," T'Chaka said, lifting his shoulders in a minute shrug. "Besides, didn't I here Shuri say something about wanting to meet him too?"

"She said something about doing something for the Vine," T'Challa murmured, feeling his cheeks redden. He rolled his eyes at the memory. "Or was it For Science? I will not be doing that though."

T'Chaka snorted and turned to speak to the diplomat from New York. T'Challa started over towards Harry and was stopped by the Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff. The woman's scent was very well hidden but with the enhanced senses of the Panther, he could smell a little, subtle alpha scent that was clinging to the woman's body. She smelled of guns and of leather, of electricity but nothing that drew T'Challa in.

"Prince T'Challa."

Natasha held out her hand and T'Challa reached out to shake her's. Nothing happened between them, no spark, his heart didn't start to race, he didn't start to sweat or feel warm. Not his soulmate then. There weren't a lot of recorded cases of people finding their one mate but he had hoped to find someone would be a good consort. Someone who understood politics, someone who wanted a family.

"Ms Romanoff, you are the only Avenger here?"

Natasha nodded, her blue eyes searching his. "I am. Rogers had other priorities and Stark already signed."

"Hmm."

T'Challa knew of Stark's position and knew that his father supported that stance. "And what of you? Are you signing?"

Natasha raised an eyebrow, glancing over to the window and then back to him. "Perhaps."

"Very much like a spy, Ms Romanoff."

T'Challa turned to look as Harry Potter joined them, walking over to stand next to the woman.

"And who would you be?" Natasha questioned, her eyes narrowing and her shoulders loosening.

"Harry Potter. British ambassador."

T'Challa studied Harry as the wizard turned to look at him. The world at large did not know of the wizards and witches that lived with them, he knew. Even SHIELD did not know of them, so far entrenched in their secret society that they had a Statute of Secrecy. Wakanda did not have something of that sort as they did not have that many witches and wizards. Besides, the Black Panther was traditionally leader of the wizards and witches that lived in the country. That was Bast's wish, that the leader of the country also lead the magical half, despite being non-magical.

"You're the son of King T'Chaka, aren't you?" Harry asked, his eyes lit in curiosity.

"Yes, I am Prince T'Challa. My father told me just a few minutes ago that you were going to be in attendance."

"It was a last minute kind of thing," Harry offered, shrugging. "Kingsley was pulled into a meeting and sent me. I don't even have an opinion on the Avengers."

"Who is this Kingsley?" Natasha enquired, inhaling sharply at something as she again glanced out the window.

"Leader of an organization in Britain," T'Challa answered, turning to check on his father. T'Chaka was just getting ready to give a talk as he headed over to the dais. "Ms Romanoff."

T'Challa nodded to Natasha before heading to stand in the corner, behind his father, as T'Chaka started to talk. He watched as Harry walked over to stand in the opposite corner, his green eyes gazing out of the window intently. He could sense the man's magic, wild but entirely trained, more power than he had ever felt before in Wakanda. Though he had met Kingsley Shacklebolt before and the man, now Minister of Magic in Britain, was powerful.

Harry's power was… more than a little intoxicating and T'Challa wondered if the hero of the Wizarding World had ever become an animagus. Whatever form, if anything, the wizard took was probably beautiful.

T'Challa could also smell Harry's alpha scent as it curled around him, smelling of… lilies and the ozone of a winter storm. It was… calming and alluring at the same time. T'Challa focused back on his father's speech, taking a look around at the various diplomats and ambassadors that had come to see the Accords signed.

Natasha Romanoff had walked to the windows again, her arms at her sides losely. T'Challa turned to look out the window too, wondering what had caught the attention of the Black Widow and his heart stopped. "Get down!"

The explosion ripped through the hall and T'Challa dove down to the floor, coughing as smoke and the scent of burning flesh filled the air. The windows exploded above him and glass shattered everywhere as T'Challa tried to crawl over to his father's side. The smoke clung to everything, making it hard to see even a foot ahead of him.

He heard shouts and yells, screams of pain and finally, he could see his father, his heart stopping at the sight. T'Chaka was on the floor, burns visible through rips in his suit. Blood sluggishly slid out of his father's body and T'Challa let out a cry, speeding over to sit by his father's side. Harry was on his father's other side, his eyes narrowed and his expression grim.

T'Chaka coughed, sounding like a dying… T'Challa blinked back tears as his father spit out blood and looked to Harry, who caught his eyes and shook his head.

"He's…" Harry trailed off, tears pooling in his eyes. "He's too far gone, Prince T'Challa. I'm sorry. I tried to shield us all though."

Tears fell down his cheeks as he pulled his father into his lap, holding him as his life faded right before his very eyes. "Father…"

T'Chaka's skin was pale, his eyes flickering closed as he coughed again and then he went limp. "Baba…"

T'Challa let out a strangled cry and held his father's body, feeling a touch to his shoulder. He glanced up at Harry, his heart stopping and then restarting. His body warmed at the touch, as Harry squeezed his shoulder in comfort and then stood up.

T'Challa could faintly see a wand held in Harry's hand, his own vision watery and puffy. Later, he would realize that all of the signs of soulmates had presented themselves in his body, all the signs of an omega meeting his or her fated alpha or beta. Now… Now his father was gone, dead. Now…

"My king."

His whole body hurt. Smoke hovered in the air. Bodies littered the floor. Okoye knelt in front of him, her eyes filled with grief. He could hear Harry talking with someone in hushed whispers, something about his shield not being enough. T'Challa stared at Okoye and then back down to his father's body, flinching at the sight and knowing that he had to get up and deal with this on his own. He gently laid his father down onto the floor, seeing Harry standing in front of him and his father's body. His lungs ached and his throat tickled, the smoke filling his nose. He started to cough, huge heaving breaths in between, and then a glass was handed to him.

"Here. It should help."

Harry caught his eyes and held out the glass of water. "We have things we need to talk about but for now… Let me know if I can do anything to help."

T'Challa nodded, looking at Harry's soft green eyes filled with worry. "Thanks."

"Anytime."