Attack

[Wakanda : 09/08/1982]

T'Challa was in shock, his face had dirt and blood running down it, the blood wasn't his, it was from the foreign soldier he had killed with a punch that crushed his skull, these men had invaded the border, during a festival.

Ororo was close to him, electricity was running through his body, his beautiful dress torn and steaming in some parts, the one responsible for all of this was now heading towards his father.

Ulysses Klaw had attacked with a convoy, sacrificing many men to get past the defenses, many had died and Wakandan blood had been shed. T'Challa could only think of one thing right now.

'Klaw!!?' with fury in his eyes.

The young man ran, ran as fast as his legs would allow, only to find his father dead, and Klaus without one of his hands, also bleeding.

"Damn you!!" T'Challa yelled running towards his father's killer, only to receive a sonic wave in his face.

"Heh!!, nice try kid, but good luck next time." Klaw walked away, realizing he had taken as much Vibranium as he could in that short amount of time.

Wakanda lost a lot that day, its treasure was stolen, the thief murdered its people and killed its king, escaping with his life even if injured, this filled the people with sadness.

T'Challa was now the Crown Prince, and should he take over as next in line, the council members believed he was the best, however T'Challa himself was in his lab, looking at the recordings of the attack over and over again.

He asked himself how this was possible, how even with all his knowledge, both scientific and metaphysical, how could this tragedy not be avoided? , how could he not foresee this? It was then that he realised, he was human, and this wasn't a comic book, people died and he couldn't just be prepared for everything.

He ran a hand over his face, how could everything go so wrong in such a short space of time?

"T'Challa?" Ororo's sweet voice caught his attention.

"Ororo? , shouldn't you be at the healer?, they need to take care that their skills are not harmful to you." T'Challa said without turning around.

"Yes, they've taken care of everything, my abilities aren't a danger to me or anyone else that isn't a threat, but that's not why I'm here." She walked over to T'Challa, and took his hand.

"T'Challa look at me." She asked, and he obliged, she saw his eyes that belonged to a broken man.

"Your father died, your people died, and this will no doubt be on your mind for years, but you have no right to blame yourself for that T'Challa." Ororo said putting his hand on her face.

T'Challa closed his eyes and just felt Ororo's gentle but firm touch.

"Thanks." He said, allowing himself a small smile.

After that, both ended up approaching, and a small kiss was inevitable, this kiss carried many feelings, but love and affection were the most prominent.

After that T'Challa was crowned, and the people clamored for revenge, and T'Challa assured that they would, but first he had to rebuild and fortify the country, and everyone accepted that, as they also wanted to avoid another attack like that.

[Wakanda : 07/04/1997]

T'Challa on his throne saw engravings of a flying man in a blue uniform with a red cape, and a red "S" on a yellow background.

T'Challa had his hands crossed as he stared coldly, he pressed a button and a probe was launched towards the United States.

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