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(Y/N POV)

Save me.

"Who is she?" Peter said, rubbing his eyes, "and why is she in our room?"

I glanced at Shuri, who looked ready to roll over in laughter. His hair was messy from his nap, and it was sticking up in different directions.

"Come here," I said, combing his hair with my hands, "you look insane."

He stuck out his bottom lip, and pretended to look offended, but he came across more so puppy dog-ish.

"This is Shuri," I said, once he looked moderately normal, "T'Challa's sister."

"So she's a princess?!"

"Yes, she is."

Peter stood up and stuck out his hand sharply. Shuri was still trying not to laugh, but shook it anyways.

"Hi," he said.

"Hello Peter," She giggled.

"Can I get my vibranium now?"

"No, not yet."

"Oh," he said, his eyes drooping.

"Come on," I said, grabbing his hand, "We need to see T'Challa."

We followed Shuri out of the room, and past the gift shop. Peter was still half asleep, so I made sure he didn't run into any walls.

"Hey," I said, nudging his arm, "you have to wake up."

"But I'm tired," he mumbled, "five more minutes?"

"We'll be there in 1."

He rubbed his eyes and sighed, his cheeks puffing out like a little kids. I smiled to myself and squeezed his hand tightly, loving every moment with him. Once again, I began to notice the strange looks people were sending our way.

Except they seemed to be more interested in me then Peter.

"We're here," Shuri said, stopping in front of a large metal door.

"Just to clarify," I said, "we aren't in trouble, right?"

She shook her head, and stared at the floor. Something about this visit didn't feel right in the slightest. I watched as the girl swung open the door and strode into the main hall.

In the center of the room was a circle of chairs, someone from each tribe sitting down in them. In the middle was a throne, where the king was sitting. Guards littered the area, watching our every move.

"Miss Stark," T'Challa said, "we welcome you to Wakanda."

I bowed my head in respect and stood there nervously. I tried to look like a leader of some sort, but compared to them, I looked like a three-year old in her mother's heels.

"Shuri, take Mr. Parker to your laboratory," He said to the girl beside me, "I must speak to Stark privately."

"Mr. King," Peter squeaked out, "does this mean I can get my heart fixed?"

"Yes, it does. Please call me T'Challa."

"Thank you Mr- um, T'Challa sir."

Shuri let out a burst of laughter, and doubled over in a fit.

"My brother is not a sir," she said, gasping for air, "he's more of a miss."

"Shuri," an older woman scolded, "do not embarrass your brother like that."

I looked at the elder standing next to the throne, and I recognized her as T'Challa's mother, Queen Ramonda. I had seen her picture hanging up in the Museum, and she looked even more regal in person.

"I'm sorry mother," Shuri said, "I'll leave."

She gestured for Peter to follow her, and left the room. Peter's face was painted with happiness, his expression screaming: I'M GETTING FIXED!

I nodded at him, and turned back to the royals in front of me. I still felt the cold stares of every one in the room, and my heart started to beat faster each second.

"I suppose you've wondered why we've asked you to come here," the king said, "and I'm sorry we had you wait so long."

"I-it's fine," I stuttered, "I like it here!"

"You may stay as long as you like," he continued, "but this is a very serious matter."

"What is?"

It was eerily silent in the room, and I could almost hear the heavy breathing of each leader beside me. Something big was coming, and I wasn't sure what it was.

"You will have many questions," he said, "and we understand."

"I'm confused-"

"The answer will come to us in due course, but we needed you here. You must see it for yourself."

"With all respect," I said, "could you please tell me what's happening?"

T'Challa had risen from his chair, and walked over to me. He looked at me dead in the eyes, almost not blinking. None of them were. The king opened his mouth to speak, but I didn't know that his next words would be so hard to hear:

"Your father is still alive."

YA'LL WEREN'T EXPECTING THAT WERE YOU ;)