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ashleyswrittenwords · 5 years

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The Homecoming Formal [ZeLink College AU]

Note: Hi hello it’s me, Ashley. I know this isn’t HTBAQ, but I’ve been drabbling on the side and I very much like this idea. Also there’s a hot fraternity president that I happen to know and anyway, thought it was topical. This is kind of mature rated? Kinda? If you don’t like reading about sexual mentions and stuff or if you’re uncomfy. This will be a couple chapters and then I’m retiring the idea lol. It’ll be cute, promise.

Summary: [Zelink College AU][Greek Life] Zelda had a one-night stand months ago and finally got over a big break up, but the shame of it happening weighs down on her. To make matters worse, her best friend keeps pushing her to go to formal with a fraternity boy. What happens when she meets their homecoming fraternity's president and her past mistake comes back to haunt her? Can I make this sound any more like a Wattpad book? Can this be anymore cliche? Yes, probably.

Warning: Mentions of the sex.

The Homecoming Formal

The bass seeped from the floor and through her wedges. She was completely off beat but she finally felt comfortable dancing. Dancing wasn't really the word for it, it was more or less being very low and bobbing with the music. There was lots of alcohol and none going on Zelda's tab. She was happy, shouting to the music that the club provided and danced with her girlfriends without a care in the world.

Maybe Midna was right and she should get out more.

It helped when she was paying the bill.

Men had come around every now and again, asking to dance with them and offering drinks. Midna was very staunch about the sudden arrival of testosterone and manhandled them away. Zelda had grinned wryly repeating how much she loved everyone. More jelly shots please.

Countdown and shots. It was a cycle.

How many did she have? It didn't matter. Nothing mattered right now. Zelda wanted to have fun.

She turned around and didn't see her friends. They were on the dance floor. She felt wobbly and a steady sense of vertigo washed in. Okay, the bar is nice now anyway. The bar stool was cozy and gave her relief to the balls of her feet. Someone brushed against her, slurring to the bartender. Zelda didn't recall what was said, but the nice drink lady was reluctant to give him more. Oh, it was a man. She had looked at him and he had looked at her.

Fun had found her.

Daren ΚΗΣ : Yo me and the boys are tailgating across the street from the stadium. You going to the game tmrw?

Zelda's eyes flicked up to her phone, which dinged, and pulled her from her glazed over stare. She sighed and stretched before grabbing the phone.

Me: Yea

A beat passed before the phone buzzed again.

Daren ΚΗΣ: Ahahah slideeee

She squinted at the phone screen and opted to stare off into the corner of the library. The calculus homework that glared at her from her computer screen seemed to hate her more than she hated it. A woman bounced through the door and immediately locked eyes with her. Her stare was piercing and Zelda felt like crawling under the table.

"Zelda Harkinian, what are you still doing here?" Midna said, accusatory.

"I…" Zelda paused, her brain not giving her a snarky reply, "I needed a couple more hours before the test." The woman picked up the cup of coffee that sat under Zelda's chin. It was still half full and hours old. The scent was comforting, at least.

"Cold coffee again?" The scary woman dumped it into a trashcan without another word, drawing attention from the people around them.

Zelda wined, mourning the lost cup, "Midna! You know that coffee here is expensive!"

"Only because you're too lazy to get off campus for a fix, besides you're addicted. Look at those eye bags! You know we have a social this weekend and you still insist on torturing your skin. What have I told you about at least using eye cream?" She went on, the blonde zoning out. She wondered how she would get out of this one. Midna was obsessed with socials. Especially this year, being that their homecoming fraternity was Kappa Eta, also known as Kappa Eta Sigma. It didn't make complete sense to Zelda, she wasn't the one for Greek drama, but if it made Midna happy she would be happy for her. In all honesty, a lot about being in a sorority confused her. It took a lot of pressure from her friends to rush with them two summers ago.

It was quite possibly the worst experience she'd ever faced. Standing outside sorority houses for fifteen minutes in the hottest days of summer weren't exactly what the movies depicted. The feeling of an hour's worth of makeup melting off her face made her shiver to this day. But to her friends it was something worth doing and Zelda couldn't complain. She met amazing people in her house and having Midna joining her made it even better.

"Anyway, tomorrow before the game we're going by their tailgate."

Zelda groaned, "Are you serious? Why? I'm trying to pull a disappearing act on one of their brothers."

"Because they're our homecoming frat and Paya said everyone has to stop by at least once if we're going to the game. And free drinks and free boys," Midna pulled her phone out, typing something in it was a grin. "Is it Daren again?"

"Yes," Zelda said breathlessly, shutting her laptop closed, "He's been either texting or snapchatting me everyday since the date party." She flung her backpack on and followed her tall friend out, looking around shortly for any of Daren's frat brothers. Believe it or not, fraternities were more invested in drama than any top-tier sorority. They always played that bad boy persona, but could never dish it. Of course, in Zelda's opinion. If anything, they were middle schoolers in snapbacks… just barely old enough to drink cheap liquor.

"Hey, I told you to get that other guy on their list. The blond one with the tan."

Zelda huffed, "I didn't know I was being catfished, Mid. Not my fault."

"Just, you know, make out with some other guy in front of him. He'll get the message."

"I'd rather die."

Midna looked up from her phone with another striking stare. How does she get her winged eyeliner so perfect everyday? "Don't give me that, Zel. You try pulling that perfect scholar attitude on me all the time, but I know you can get some if you really wanted to."

Zelda rolled her eyes, "I've no clue what you're on about."

"Really? After that last boy? When we went clubbing and you wore that skimpy black dress and we lost you. I thought you were kidnapped, but you just ran off with a boy."

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Zelda felt heated, "It was one night and I regret it." And she did truthfully regret it. That night haunted her as much as it did thrill her. She couldn't remember his face or name but he sure was good at-

"OMG you're so thinking about it."

"No!" Zelda fumbled as they descended down the hill, almost tripping in front of a man on a longboard, "I'm not!"

"Oh, my Zelda. Growing up so fast! Having one-night stands with hot men! I'm so proud," Midna pretended to wipe a tear. Some random girls caught wind and looked at the duo in a strange manner.

The blonde girl fumed, crossing her arms and pulling her math notebook close. She thanked her stars for the leggings she decided to wear. The days were getting cooler, but she couldn't bear to turn to jeans just yet. The oversized shirt she wore displayed her universities name: North Hyrule University.

"When is your calc exam?"

Zelda looked at her phone, "At 2. So, I have a couple hours to kill."

Midna looked at her with that look that made Zelda worried.

"Midna what are you planning?"

Silence.

"Midna."

A smile was being wrestled with on her red lips.

"Oh, Hylia above help me."

The accused girl gasped dramatically, "My stars! Would you look at that! Kappa Eta has a tent put up just down the sidewalk. What a coincidence!" Zelda's eyes were immediately pulled towards a row of tents in the common area. Damn it, of course she would lead us here. It was still early in the semester so clubs and chapters were scouting for freshmen. There was an outlandish difference between sorority and fraternity recruiting, the latter going through recruitment events throughout the semester. Sorority rush however was a week filled with suffering. It wasn't fun for anyone involved.

"I really don't want to go," Zelda whined.

"You are," Midna looped her arm around Zelda's as a move to take her as captive. She was evil. "We should at least meet some before the social. Maybe we can get you a new formal buddy! Wouldn't that be peachy?"

"Oh, yes. I'm sure any man would want to see me in no makeup and hellish looking. Perhaps I should tell them that this horrible hair bun is Vogue," the blonde groveled, trailing behind Midna who looked positively radiant.

"That may work," Midna said absently, responding to a yell with her name. She had already put on that dazzling smile, while Zelda was trying to remember if she brushed her teeth that morning. Kappa Eta's tent was loud to sum it up. Loud and obnoxious. Several were talking to nervous freshmen and showing off their acts of good deeds. Or whatever frats boasted about. Midna was talking to Kafei, a man she loosely knew from a friend. He seemed nice enough, but Zelda ended up zoning out on the background. Why did frat boys tend to wear the same outfit 8-year-olds wear to their grandma's for Easter? The bright shorts were killing her. At least some of them took the decency of wearing long khakis and a normal tee shirt with their letters. That makes sense.

A hard nudge to the side sent Zelda into the real world again.

"-and Zelda here is our Academics Chairwoman, as you can see she's clearly been wrapped up in it. She's in Calculus 2, you know?"

"Are you finished with the dossier on me?" The accused woman glanced at who Midna was talking to. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." The man was looking at her odd and his expectant gaze caused her to stop thinking for a moment. His hair was longer than what she usually saw with typical frat boys, shaggy and blond. His eyes contrasted greatly to his skin. He was tan and she wondered if maybe he was on the football team. He seemed like he could be built for that; a linebacker? It occurred to her that this was the same guy that Midna had recommended before for the date party. Zelda mentally kicked herself for not taking more care of her appearance today.

"Link," he finished his weird stare and smiled. Almost hesitantly. It made her wonder if she looked worse than Midna described. Had she actually spared her feelings this time?

No, probably not.

He held out his hand and she took it, shocked for a moment by his delicate grasp. She thought he'd be more firm.

"Zelda, this is Link Forester. He's the president of Kappa Eta Sigma." Now it made sense why Midna sounded so professional. She was the Social Chairwoman after all. She had to be diplomatic in some way. A hot flush crept up Zelda's neck, "Oh, I'm sorry. I probably should have known that."

He kept hold on her hand and laughed, "It's fine. I don't expect people to know me. Why should I?"

"Isn't that Zelda?" A sly voice crept in and it took a lot for the named woman to not roll her eyes. Link dropped her hand as another man approached them. He was shorter by a fraction and everything she didn't want to deal with at the moment.

"Hi Daren," she said, trying not to sound lame.

"'Hi Daren'? That's all I get?" It sounded like he was talking to a child. He glanced at Link, "Excuse me, Mr. President. This is my date to formal."

"Formal buddy, but okay," Midna interjected. To be fair, there was a stark difference. Date suggested… other things. Buddy, of course, was a more amicable form of date and Zelda hoped perhaps her own would change before formal. Daren only gave Midna's comment a side glance. "Where's my hug, Zelda?" He was going in for it and Zelda raised her eyebrow in question. Was he really trying to hug her? She had met him a total of one time.

Link pulled him back by the collar and Daren stumbled back. "Yeah, no. We're not doing that here. I told you and the rest of the guys that it's a bad look on the chapter, but I'm honestly not too surprised that you forgot so quickly." Daren mumbled something but complied.

"I apologize, ladies," Link again was looking at us, softer than he was before with Daren. "It was good to see you again Midna," he said, nodding at her and then looked to me. The same smile from before was playing on his lips. "And it was wonderful to meet you, Zelda."

He turned away, said something else to Daren and went to help his brothers with recruitment. Midna was easy to turn Zelda and herself away and begin surveying the rest of the booths as they walked. Zelda hummed, "I do believe I should have followed your advice."

Her companion scoffed, "Please. I should have followed my own advice."

#let me know what u think #college au #loz #loz au #zelink #greek life au #zelda #link #ahhhhhh #fanfiction

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master-sass-blast · 5 years

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Strong as Stone --Part Fifty-One.

So, apparently, Tumblr removed the “dash” function that I used to separate my scenes from each other. Which means I had to develop a completely new system while editing this update. Yay.

*insert OCD rage here*

Anyway.

Last time, we got to see Okoye meet the rest of her biological family! Actual yay!

This time, we get to see the aftermath of the South Korea mission --and get a much needed girls’ night.

Rating: T for language and mild angst.

Pairings: Okoye x M’Baku and T’Challa x Nakia.

Author’s note: We’ve got a maximum of eleven chapters before this story’s done! I can’t believe we’re in the final stretch. After over a year of sticking with this story, it’s hard to wrap my head around.

Taglist: @the-last-hair-bender, @skysynclair19

As a nation, we are blessed with advanced technology, weaponry, and information gathering ability. As such, there will be times that you or the King you will serve will know about disasters and wars before they come to fruition.

Our vibranium is a gift from Bast, and it is our duty to use it wisely, for the betterment of others.

It is not, however, our duty to save the world from itself. Know when to step into fights and when to stay clear of them, my dears.

***

Okoye pursed her lips. “Shit.”

Ayo grimaced in response. “I know.”

When Ayo had called her earlier that week to warn her that the “haul” from the HYDRA base in South Korea was going to be large, Okoye had expected a decently lengthy list or two, maybe a moderate amount of paperwork to go with.

She hadn’t expected the codes to every nuclear cache held by every country, along with confidential government emails, security measures used to protect heads of state, and placements of classified, active military teams, to name a few.

Every conceivable detail, every dossier and file, every single dirty, war starting secret there was, they’d found.

“This is bad,” Okoye murmured, feeling the blood drain out of her face. “This is really bad. If we get caught with this kind of information—”

“HYDRA will paint us as the villains,” Ayo finished. “Easily. The release of the SHIELD files barely did anything to slow them down. This—”

“This definitely won’t.” Okoye pressed her fist against her mouth as she sat back in her seat. “We can’t even run the end of alerting everyone that their information’s been taken. There’s no way to paint the picture without making a mess of ourselves.”

“This also raises the question of how widespread they really are,” Ayo pointed out, expression equally as grave. “Do they have operatives in every nation, or did they manage to collect all of this remotely?”

“That wasn’t the question I had.” Okoye clicked back to the top of Ayo’s mission report. “You said that the base was barely guarded.”

“Right. It was… odd.”

“It was. And now we’re in possession of the world’s secrets.”

“What are you thinking?”

Okoye drummed her fingers against the top of her desk as she tried to find the right words. “Having a… collection point for electronic files makes sense. It could act as a backup if an email system or server got hacked or went down. But if you were going to make a physical site with everything you collected, wouldn’t you make it harder to break into?” When Ayo nodded, she went on. “Having a backup site for electronic files makes sense. But pooling all your physical weapons into one remote location? Instead of distributing them to all active cells?”

“You think we’re being set up?”

“Either that, or led on a goose chase.” Okoye sighed and rubbed her temples. “We’ve been handed a bomb. We need to figure out how to disarm it before it goes off.”

“It would be easy to delete everything from our systems,” Ayo suggested. “If we don’t have it, there can’t be any chances of someone discovering we have it and accusing us of ill intent.”

“Which raises the question: do we have the moral obligation to comb through everything in search of threats? You’ve seen what’s in this list. Do we need to go through everything and handle things before they spiral out of control?”

Ayo pursed her lips. “I don’t know. I don’t even know if that’s our job.”

“It’s not America’s job to have military cells illegally active in the Middle East, either,” Okoye muttered. She glanced over the list once more, then shut it off with a huff. “I’ll speak with the King about this; he’s the only one who can decide if we act or not. In the meantime, have Jhanvi figure out how HYDRA got their hands on all of this information. We need to know how many people we’re dealing with.” She nodded to Ayo as she left, then contacted T’Challa through her kimoyo beads to set up an emergency appointment. Bast, please let there be a safe answer to all of this.

***

T’Challa’s face went ashen when she told him about everything they’d unearthed in the South Korea base. “This is not good.”

“That does seem to just about sum up the situation,” Okoye agreed.

T’Challa sighed and sat back against his throne.

They’d elected to meet in the throne room, given that it was the midpoint between where they’d both been when Okoye had sent the meeting request. The room was empty, save for them and the secrets Okoye had just shared. In the waning light of the ending day, it felt less like a command center where countless meetings on the nation’s future had been held and more like a tomb.

And all these secrets might just send us to ours.

“Do you think we’re being set up?” T’Challa asked as he looked up at Okoye.

“It makes sense,” Okoye said. “I’m having Miss Singh look through everything for any indications of a set up, but until we find proof there’s no way of knowing. And, in the meantime, we have a more pressing question: do we have a moral obligation to use the information we have to head off as many possible wars and disasters as we can, or is it better to delete it all and possibly save incriminating ourselves with good intentions?”

T’Challa rubbed his temples, expression weary. “As much as I loathe to say it… it’s not our job to save the world. We can’t try to stop every other nation from committing atrocities. Besides, preventing them from happening won’t change the attitudes and policies that created them; there’s no sense in cutting off leaves if we have no way of reaching the roots.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then exhaled and nodded to himself. “Delete this list. It will only bring us grief.”

Okoye bowed her head. “Yes, my King.”

T’Challa sighed, then smiled tiredly. “How’s your baby doing?”

One of her hands automatically went to the swell of her abdomen. “Good, as far as the doctors say. I miss drinking coffee. How is the Queen?”

“Good,” T’Challa said with a smile. “She misses drinking coffee, too.”

“Did she threaten you with bodily harm while going through the caffeine withdrawals?”

“Only once or twice.”

“She had more restraint than I did,” Okoye muttered, smirking when T’Challa chuckled.

***

“Do we have enough boxes?” Ayo asked as she surveyed Okoye’s apartment.

“There’s never enough boxes,” Djabi replied. “You’ll think you’re done, and then ten thousand other things that need boxing will appear out of nowhere.”

They’d called a “Girl’s Night” to help Okoye pack up her apartment; she and M’Baku had found a new, more spacious place in Birnin Zana –closer to the palace to boot—which meant that she had to pack up her belongings.

And then M’Baku had been called up to the Jabari lands to handle some official tribal business –some sort of agriculture related dispute from the sounds of things—and Aneka had taken the opportunity to make the event an official “Girl’s Night,” given that it’d been a while since the four of them had been able to spend time with each other.

“We should have enough,” Okoye said. “I’m not packing clothing and bedding until we’re completely ready to move, so we should be fine.”

There was a quick rap at the door, and then Aneka popped in, followed by Natasha Romanoff.

Okoye had hesitated to invite the Russian agent until Aneka had assured her the Natasha was genuinely unobtrusive –and Ayo had supported her girlfriend’s claims when Okoye had asked her second-in-command for a second opinion.

Besides, extra hands were extra hands.

“Welcome to the packing party,” Djabi said, nodding her head in greeting at Natasha. “There’s beer and wine in the kitchen.”

“And herbal tea for those of us who can’t have alcohol,” Okoye grumbled as she sipped from her glass.

“It’s good for the baby!” Aneka said cheerily as she hugged Ayo in greeting.

Natasha merely smiled and nodded. “Well, thank you for inviting me along –and I’m happy to help, of course. How’s the baby doing?”

“Growing,” Okoye said tiredly. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to get back pain until later.”

“My sister said that she only had back pain with her boy babies,” Djabi commented. “You might be having a boy.”

“That’s just a superstition,” Aneka interjected. “Aside from genitalia, the only discernable differences between fetuses are heartbeat rates.”

“No, it makes sense,” Ayo argued. “Male babies tend to carry more weight, which puts more strain on the mother’s body.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Natasha said mildly as she began to help Djabi box up some books. “I can’t have children.”

Aneka frowned. “Do the Avengers have a policy against kids? I thought they were more open-minded about that.”

“No, nothing like that,” Natasha replied after a moment. “Tony made sure the policy was inclusive and supportive. It’s just me that can’t have kids. All Black Widow agents are sterilized before they enter the field.”

The room went deathly silent as Okoye, Ayo, Aneka, and Djabi all stared at each other, then at Natasha, eyes wide with horror.

“Why did they need to do that?” Aneka asked, finding her voice first. “Were you sick?”

Natasha shook her head. “It’s to prevent us from becoming mothers; they said it was ‘the one thing that might distract us away from being agents.’”

“Categorically false,” Djabi muttered. “I’ve had plenty of sex that would persuade me to stop being a Dora. Fuck, I’ve eaten food that would persuade me to stop being a Dora.”

They all laughed, and the tension in the air abated.

“I hope this isn’t your way of saying you’re dissatisfied with your job,” Okoye teased.

“No, it’s my way of saying that if I could spend the rest of my life eating good food and having even better sex, I would.”

“Doesn’t sound like a bad way to live life,” Natasha agreed with a smirk. “I take it the Dora are much more open to motherhood?”

“Comparatively, it’s not much of a bar to step over,” Ayo pointed out.

“Fair enough.”

“I get to keep my job, if that’s what you’re asking,” Okoye said. “I just have to stop field missions for a while for my own safety.”

“So you get maternity leave? Healthcare benefits?” Natasha asked.

“Obviously,” Okoye said. “And Wakanda has national healthcare.”

“Most nations don’t have a form of national healthcare,” Natasha pointed out.

“Most nations are run by idiots,” Ayo grumbled as she wrapped a vase in bubble wrap.

Natasha chuckled. “Fair enough.”

“Would you ever want to have kids, Agent Romanoff?” Aneka asked. “There’s a lot of options available with surrogacy, adoption, and fostering.”

“I’ve never really thought about it,” Natasha admitted as she taped a box shut. “Admittedly, my line of work wouldn’t make raising a kid easy, and I do like my job. I’ve made a lot of enemies over the years, too; I don’t think I’d want to bring a kid into all of that. Besides, I get to be an aunt to Agent Barton’s kids, which basically alleviates most of the kid related desires I could have.”

“That’s good,” Aneka said with a smile.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Okoye said. “The Princess and her team recently made a breakthrough. They managed to construct a function uterus and ovaries out of synth-organic material. It has potential for both transgender women and women who struggle with infertility or have sustained injuries to their reproductive organs.”

Aneka clapped her hands. “That’s incredible!”

“Alternative: I just donate my uterus and ovaries,” Djabi said. “I’d be so happy to get rid of them and my menstrual cycle.”

“And here I thought we wouldn’t find a way to make organ trading legal,” Ayo quipped.

Natasha snorted, but her smile was a little melancholy. “I think I’ll have to stick with the Barton kids until the rest of the world catches up.”

Okoye regarded the Avenger for a moment before speaking. “If that was something you wanted, we’d make sure you got it.”

Natasha blinked at her, stunned, then smiled softly. “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

They worked in silence for a few minutes, focusing on boxing up various keepsakes and books.

“So, what’s it like, working with the King?” Natasha asked.

Okoye, Ayo, Djabi, and Aneka all looked at each other.

“I mean—” Aneka started.

“He’s alright,” Djabi said.

“He’s a good ruler and boss,” Okoye added.

“He once walked into a door because he got distracted looking at his wife,” Ayo said.

Natasha choked on a laugh. “No way. Really? He seems so… dignified.”

Okoye rolled her eyes. “The Queen –before she was his wife—was on a mission when the King was scheduled to go through the coronation rites. He and I went in to extract her; he got so distracted when he saw her that he literally froze. I had to step into to make sure he didn’t get his ass handed to him.”

“Wow. Honestly, that sounds like half the men I work with. More than half.”

“Even Captain America?” Aneka asked. “He seems like he has it together. Mostly.”

“He’s one of the worst,” Natasha asserted. “He’s a massive dork.”

“Okay, you can’t say shit like that and not back it up!” Djabi insisted.

Natasha smirked. “Well, then, I guess it’s a good thing I have plenty of stories to tell.”

***

Okoye nearly dropped the picture frame she was holding. “No! He did not!”

“He did!” Natasha insisted, sounding nearly as irate as Okoye did. “He took off his helmet because the fucker asked him to! And fought him!”

“I mean, at least he won,” Aneka offered, trying to find some sort of bright side.

“That doesn’t matter!” Ayo nearly shouted, aghast. “You do not take off your armor in a fight! Especially when an enemy asks you to!”

“Trust me, it gets worse,” Natasha said. “He jumped out of an elevator.”

Djabi shrugged. “Okay, well—”

“Eleven stories up.”

“What!” the four of them exclaimed in unison.

“He fell through a glass roof and had only his shield between him and ground when he hit it.”

Okoye stared at Natasha, then shook her head. “No. That’s impossible.”

“I agree.” Djabi pointed a finger at Natasha. “You’re fucking with us.”

“I swear I’m not!” Natasha said between bursts of laughter. “And it still gets worse. He stole his old uniform from the forties out of the Smithsonian and wore it to go fight a super assassin on a Hellicarrier. You know, lighter armor, doesn’t hold together as well—”

“Men,” Ayo spat out as she rubbed her temples. “Are so fucking stupid.”

“I’m not disagreeing with you,” Natasha said as she wiped at her eyes. “Not in the slightest.”

Okoye opened her mouth to make some sort of similar comment, but was cut off by the emergency call chirp coming from her kimoyo beads.

T’Challa looked up at her when she answered, expression grave. “Turn on the news. The international station.”

Aneka grabbed the remote off the coffee table. She turned the TV on and flipped to the appropriate channel. “What—”

An image of Brazil flashed on the screen, accompanied by a reporter’s voice.

“Several warheads containing a more aggressive version of the Zika virus were released from an unknown location inside Brazil today. Most of the targeted nations were able to safely disarm the warheads before they made contact, but both Mexico City and the Honduras were hit before the disarming process was completed. The United Nations has already sent medical aid to both of the affected regions. Authorities are unsure if this was a terror attack or not—”

“We’ve also tracked several shipments heading out of Brazil,” T’Challa added as the reporter continued reading through their script. “HYDRA is mobilizing.”

“I’ll contact Steve,” Natasha said, phone already in hand. “I can have my team ready in two hours.”

Okoye nodded at Ayo. “Get your people ready, too.”

“This only reinforces the ‘goose chase theory,” Ayo pointed out.

“I know. But right now, we can’t afford to not give chase.” She turned to look at the TV screen once more, brow furrowing with worry as she took everything in. Bast, please let us get on top of this quickly.

#sass writes #black panther fanfiction #okoye x m'baku #t'challa x nakia #getting towards the end of this story #i'm legit emotional #wakanda forever

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