"Hey, kitty?"

"Yes, Samuel?"

"What would the world be like if you were like me and I was a king instead of the other way around?"

"Hmmmm...that's a good question..."

-alternate universe-

I woke up in my Wakandan bed to find Steve and Bucky standing guard. Nat bustled in with clean clothes, dropping them on the end of my bed before slapping me and leaving.

I rubbed my head where she slapped me before pulling the clothes on, grumbling under my breath.

I stomped my way into my  private bathroom, checking my secret phone for any texts from Shuri.

~Da Meme Kween UwU~

Shuri: good afternoon 

Sam: it's morning 

Shuri: it's the afternoon here. plus: it is Wednesday, my dude.

Sam: awyis.

Shuri: wanna come to New York?

Shuri: or FaceTime?

Sam: i wanna go to New York, but...

Sam: i have a feeling Nat would kill me...

Shuri: remind me again...which one of you is the king of the most technologically advanced country on Earth?

Sam: me...?

Shuri: right. you're the king, she's your subject.

Shuri: come here anyway.

Sam: okay then.

Sam: maybe i will...

Shuri: my brother wants to meet you.

Sam: ooh, what's his name???

Shuri: Sam, calm down. your gay is showing.

Sam: sorry...

Shuri: see you soon, buddy.

-⭐️-

I snuck out to Bucky and Steve's private house with a backpack packed. "Bucky and Steve, escort me to New York. I was invited there by Shuri and how can I pass up a chance to visit my friend?"

-⭐️-

When we landed in New York, I called Shuri. To my surprise, she actually answered, even though we landed when it was three in the morning.

"Henlo, this is Shuri Udaku, the genius meme queen, how can I help your sorry-ass soul at this early-ass hour of morning, bitch?" Shuri yawned, irritated.

"Uh. Hi, Shuri. It's Sam..."

"Samuel Thomas Wilson, you know better than to call me at this particular time of night, asshole. Wazzup?"

"I'm in New York City with my guards. Can you pick us up?"

"Seriously...ugh...it's three in the fucking morning..."

"You said yourself that you don't sleep because you're too busy being a genius."

"Ugh...fiiine, I'm comiiiinggg...where are you?"

I told her where we were and twenty-ish minutes later, she drove up.

"It's Britney, bitch. Get in the car." Shuri yelled at us, turning her radio down.

We climbed into the back rows in her Ford Excursion, Steve and Bucky in the back row, snuggling while I sat in the middle row.

"Brother, this is King Samuel of Wakanda. Say hello and introduce yourself like a civilized creature with the ability to talk." Shuri said, batting the person in the front seat's arm with the back of her hand. The man turned around in his seat, offering his hand for me to shake. I took it with a small smile.

"Hello, your majesty. I am called T'Challa Udaku. I see you have guards too? What are their names so I can create a ship name?"

"The long haired crazy is Bucky and the blonde one is Steve." I said. T'Challa thought for a moment before grinning.

"I hereby declare that their ship name is Stucky." T'Challa said.

"That's a good name." I agreed.

"Hey, Brother. Did you know that Sam is ¡gaaaayyyyyy!?" Shuri said, quirking her eyebrows at me in the rear view mirror. I growled in annoyance, temporarily forgetting that I'm not supposed to act like a cat in public.

"Really, Sister? I can see that he didn't enjoy the fact that you just announced it for the whole world to hear." T'Challa said, just as annoyed by Shuri as I was. "It's okay, Sam, I'm gay too, man."

Oh no. Nonononononononono...no. I was not expecting this. I just...oh my god...I can't even...

"And by the way, Sam, you're cute." T'Challa said, winking at me.