Kraven's lips curled into a smirk, a gleaming gold tooth catching the fading light as he taunted, "I see S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't keep their paws off Wakanda now, could they?" His voice dripped with mockery, as if he reveled in the tension that thickened the air around you. His eyes, wild with that predatory gleam, never left Black Panther, clearly relishing in the challenge he had set before them.

But Black Panther, unfazed by Kraven's words, stepped forward with fluid, deliberate grace. His movements were controlled, exuding a quiet yet undeniable authority that made the air around him seem to hum. Every inch of him radiated the strength of a king, and in that moment, it was as if the very earth bent to his presence. "You broke our laws, Kraven," T'Challa's voice rang out, low and unwavering. "You trespassed, not them."

The tension was palpable, thick with the weight of his statement. The kingdom of Wakanda was sacred, and Kraven's violation of that sanctity had not gone unnoticed. Every syllable from the Black Panther's lips carried the full weight of his people's protection, and it was clear: Kraven had made a grave mistake.

With a measured, commanding gesture, Black Panther turned his gaze toward you, Spiderman, and White Tiger, signaling for you all to take your positions. Each of you readied yourselves in silence, your stances poised for action, muscles coiled like a spring ready to unleash. The unity of the team, tempered by respect for their leader, was evident.

"You're the one not welcome here," T'Challa continued, his tone now colder, more resolute. His eyes, steady and unyielding, locked onto Kraven's with the weight of a king's decree. "I give you one chance to leave my land before I allow these young heroes to do what they do best."

His words lingered in the air, a final warning that left no room for doubt. The patience of the Black Panther and his allies was wearing thin, and Kraven's bravado was running out of time. The line had been drawn, and only one of them would walk away.

Kraven's smirk faltered, just for a moment, before he chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint. "You think you can scare me, Panther?" His voice was a low growl, a challenge aimed directly at the heart of Wakanda's protector. "I've hunted beasts greater than you. What makes you think your little army can stop me?"

His words dripped with arrogance, but the air had shifted. It was clear that Kraven's cocky bravado was a mask, hiding a deep-rooted hunger for dominance. He thrived on the chase, and the thrill of it pulsed through him like a second heartbeat.

Black Panther's expression remained unwavering. "It's not about fear," he said, his voice even, like a quiet storm brewing. "It's about respect. Something you clearly don't understand."

At the signal, Spiderman's webbing shot out, slamming into the nearby trees with an explosive thwack, anchoring him in place. "I'm all for a fair fight," Spidey quipped, his usual lightheartedness belying the tension in the air. "But something tells me this guy's not playing by the rules."

White Tiger, her eyes locked on Kraven, didn't waste a second. She shifted her weight, her movements precise as she drew her claws. "You're outmatched," she stated simply, her voice sharp with a warrior's resolve.

The jungle around you seemed to hold its breath, the subtle rustling of leaves and the distant calls of wildlife becoming muffled under the rising tension. It felt as though the entire kingdom of Wakanda was watching, waiting for the inevitable clash between hunter and protector.

Kraven let out a mocking laugh, his eyes flashing with that predator's gleam once more. "Outmatched? We'll see about that." Without warning, he reached behind him, pulling a sleek, vicious-looking knife from a sheath at his side, its edge gleaming ominously in the fading light.

But before Kraven could make his move, Venom's tendrils shot out once more, darting through the air like serpents on the hunt. They struck with precision, a blur of black that seemed to have a life of its own. You felt the rush of power as Venom's influence flooded your veins, the symbiote guiding your every movement, every strike.

"You're in my territory now," you said, your voice steady, cool, and dripping with the weight of your own warning. The tendrils curled protectively around you, ready for action.

Kraven's yellow eyes flicked to you, assessing, calculating. For the briefest moment, you could see the shift in his demeanor — a flicker of something close to respect, but beneath that, a deep and unsettling thirst for the challenge. "This is the hunt, then," he murmured, his lips curling into a grin that promised pain. "And I will not lose."

With that, the standoff shattered, and all at once, the air was thick with the anticipation of battle. The jungle, which had once seemed peaceful, now seemed like a stage set for the ultimate clash. Every muscle in your body tensed, every sense heightened, and you knew this would be a fight to the death.

SCENEBREAK

The pain from Kraven's strike seared through your arm, a jagged reminder of just how deadly he could be. You gritted your teeth, willing yourself to stay focused as the blood welled from the shallow cut. But before you could fully register the sting, you felt Venom surge within you, instinctively mending the injury. The symbiote's power flowed through your veins like liquid fire, knitting the wound closed with unnatural speed, erasing the pain as though it had never been there.

Spiderman, ever the vigilant ally, didn't hesitate. His webbing shot out in a blur, catching Kraven mid-strike and yanking him back with a forceful pull. The hunter was tossed off-balance, but he quickly recovered, landing on his feet with a grace that defied his rugged appearance. With a swift movement, Spiderman landed beside you, his eyes scanning you with concern. "Are you alright?" His voice was laced with genuine worry, his usual bravado softened in the face of the danger that had almost claimed you.

You nodded, though your gaze never left Kraven. "I'm fine." The words felt hollow as Venom's energy thrummed beneath your skin, the symbiote eager for the fight ahead. You could feel its presence, its dark hunger rising, and you allowed it to take control.

The creeping sensation washed over you like an old friend, the familiar coldness of Venom wrapping around your senses. With a smooth, fluid motion, the symbiote's tendrils extended from your back, swirling like serpents hungry for blood. The black mass of the symbiote cocooned you, creating a near-impenetrable barrier of shifting shadows. Venom's form enveloped you, dark and menacing, an embodiment of raw power.

The sight of your transformation was enough to halt Kraven in his tracks. His sharp eyes widened slightly, and his confident sneer faltered for just a heartbeat. "That's new," he muttered, his voice tinged with a flicker of uncertainty as he processed the threat before him. For a moment, the hunter seemed to hesitate, clearly thrown off by the monstrous figure now standing between him and his prey.

Venom snarled menacingly, its dark tendrils lashing out in every direction, as if daring Kraven to make the next move. The jungle seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with tension as Kraven weighed his options. The hunter was no stranger to formidable adversaries, but this—this was something entirely different.

The shifting of the jungle, the rustle of leaves and distant calls of animals, were the only sounds now, but it felt as though the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for the clash of titans to unfold.

With swift and calculated precision, you and your team moved in perfect harmony, each of you anticipating the other's actions. Spiderman's webbing shot out once more, expertly binding Kraven's limbs as the hunter struggled beneath the weight of the cords. White Tiger stood poised, her sharp eyes never leaving Kraven as she ensured he stayed immobile. You, standing at the ready, allowed Venom to withdraw just enough to let you focus on the final restraints.

Soon, with a few well-timed moves, Kraven was completely incapacitated. His struggles were futile against the combined might of the three of you, and within moments, a few members of the Dora Milaje arrived, taking over the task of securing Kraven. They moved with the practiced grace and strength of warriors, their presence a reminder of the unwavering power of Wakanda's elite guards. Together, they ensured that Kraven was placed onto a transport, his threats and arrogance muted as he was carted away for safe removal.

As the tension of the battle ebbed away, Black Panther approached, his movements slow and deliberate, his figure casting an imposing shadow in the setting sun. But as he drew closer, his mask retracted, revealing his warm, genuine smile. His brown eyes met yours, and for a moment, the weight of his gaze felt like a silent acknowledgment of the battle you had fought—and won—together.

"Thank you, all three of you," he said, his voice rich with sincerity. His gaze lingered on each of you in turn, appreciation gleaming in his eyes. "Wakanda is grateful for your assistance."

His attention shifted slightly, and his warm smile deepened as his eyes found yours once more. There was a glimmer of something deeper, perhaps admiration, in his expression as he spoke again. "Why don't you stay and experience a real show of Wakandan gratitude?" His tone was inviting, not just an offer of hospitality, but a gesture of respect.

The weight of his words settled over you like a comforting mantle, a reminder of the significance of your actions and the unity that had been forged in this battle. Black Panther's invitation was genuine, and you could see it reflected in the way he held your gaze, the unspoken gratitude that went beyond the words he spoke. "Especially you, Ms. L/N."

His voice was soft but laced with warmth, and it was clear that this invitation was not just a formality. It was a chance to experience the true spirit of Wakanda, its strength, and its generosity. As the jungle around you began to quiet, the promise of something more awaited, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for the mission you had just completed.

A moment of peace, fleeting yet profound, settled over you.

White Tiger's smile remained polite, though there was a quiet firmness in her voice as she spoke. "We're sorry, but no, Your Majesty. We have to report back to S.H.I.E.L.D," she said, her tone respectful but resolute. You and Spiderman, both understanding the importance of the mission's aftermath, nodded in agreement. Still, you couldn't ignore the slight disappointment that flickered across Spiderman's face. He had grown fond of the idea of staying a bit longer, especially after the thrill of the mission. But duty always called.

Black Panther sighed, the weight of leadership heavy in his expression, yet his eyes held no resentment—only understanding. He respected the call of duty that both you and your team were bound to. After all, he too knew the importance of commitments.

"Alright," T'Challa said, his voice deep and measured. He stepped closer, the air around him shifting slightly with the quiet grace of a ruler who knew how to command respect and offer kindness in equal measure. He took your hand in his, and with the gentlest of motions, he kissed your knuckles, a gesture both gentlemanly and regal. It was not just a polite custom; it was a silent expression of respect and gratitude for your efforts.

The warmth of his touch lingered as he pulled away, his eyes meeting yours with a sincerity that resonated deeply. "But the offer will always be there if you need it." His words were more than just an invitation—they were a promise of alliance, of future cooperation, and of a bond forged through mutual respect.

T'Challa's tone held a quiet confidence, leaving no doubt that Wakanda's doors would always be open to you. And in that moment, you knew that you and your team had earned more than just a victory. You had earned the respect and trust of one of the greatest leaders of the world—a leader who was offering not just gratitude, but a future partnership that could shape the world in ways you hadn't yet imagined.

As you turned to leave, the weight of his words settled deep within you, a quiet reminder that sometimes, the greatest victories weren't just about the fight, but about the alliances you built along the way.