"Deadpool you better have a very good reason for being here or else I have no reasons to object to the idea of killing you here and now as a threat to me and my country." Ta'chala says lowly.

"Not if you don't want to be the next to follow." Peter snarls as he moves away from behind Wade.

The two female guards advance towards Peter a few steps, make no the mildly feral arachnid hiss.

"And who is this?" The king asks the much disliked Mercenary who had the indecency to show up at his front steps un invited, not that the king would ever consider allowing Deadpool into the country of Wakanda knowingly.

"My Soulmate-"

"Spider-Man." Peter answers. He had a few run ins with the Black Panther while with the Avengers and knows the man was trust worthy enough.

"Spider-Man." Ta'chala repeats looking at the arachnid clearly seemed not to be mildly surprised with a hidden judgment though Peter wasn't sure what he was . "And why have you come out of uniform. It isn't of you show yourself. Is it not true you are wanted by the American Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Yes. It is." Peter says as he smoothes his raised hackles when the ruler turned away and motioned them to follow, the shaved women falling to the sides of each advanced.

"And why have you come to me in search of my interests?" Peter is asked as they are led inside the advanced building that Peter wouldn't believe was a palace but more of a base of some sort that made the scientist inside Peter tingle with excitement at the discovery that the place seemed to have qualities of a scientific lab. A more advanced Oscorp with a smaller Ego if you must, only with a more homey feel. "First, actually I want to know why you are running and why you would come to me in hopes of trust."

"I... my hybrid mutation that has made me who I am also the need to, like an arachnid, feed on blood to maintain a stable metabolism and create silk.-"

"I thought you used devices to produce your webbing. I recall you breaking one once."

"I- I'm getting to that. Because of the... blood lust I tried to stop myself from using people as my source of-" Peter pauses at the disturbed look he was being given by the king. Not fearful, but in a manner that he was obviously contemplating locking the spider up. "Anyway, after that I was unable to produce silk without the viable amount of protein and calcium needed i created the devices."

"He was starving himself and was suffering anemia and poor blood circulation as he now, once again is as he's trying to render himself free of the need to unalive people for his benefits.... okay jeez I get it. Don't talk to you. Can I just say that It wasn't my fault that you got into that one. You were being all high and mighty and I put you in your place."

It's Ta'chala's turn to growl as he stops and looks at Wade. "You-"

"Please." Peter interrupted. "I came here for help. If you aren't will my to offer me anything in turn for something from me then let us be on our way. Please. I'm just trying to make everything right. I have people I need to protect. I'm sure you can relate to that. And as much as I see you dislike Wade, he is my soulmate and I won't tolerate the disrespect you are not only giving him but also me. I know many don't appeal to his character and not many are fond of my own, but the disrespect he is given is low and unacceptable especially from people like you. You are a king, don't act like a stupid seven year old who can't understand they are doing wrong because their brains aren't yet developed."

The Black Panther halts as he observes Peter with narrowed eyes. The guards on either side mock his actions as they turn on the pair sending a buzz of electricity through Peter's skull and down his spine.

(Our Baby Boy really does care....)

[Well he's willing to get shredded for us by the looks of it.]

"Young man I can't deny that I dislike your given love. I also can't allow you to offensively judge my actions and compare them as that of a child."

Peter visibly tenses as he expects the man to make the first assault.

"And for you to have to think of myself in such a way is upon my own doing and I'm sorry. And I do understand the need to protect those you must and those whom you love. But I ask you. Why should you trust me?"

AN-(IDK if I spelt his name right or not. I honestly don't really care.)

W-You Stole MY brackets!

AN- 'ere you go Mr. Fusypants

(...Thank you)