[oom] see right through my walls

[nerves_of_ice]

As T'Challa stares at the hologram in the palm of his hand, he can already feel the headache forming. "She what? No. Never mind. Bring her to me in the throne room, when she arrives. I will deal with her myself."

He clears the image, then taps the Kimoyo Bead again. "Nakia. I need you."

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"You cannot be serious."

"I don't see why this is a problem. You brought Everett Ross here--"

"Ross was dying! And he was never allowed to know that the man he was seeking was here! Nakia, I have made a promise to protect him."

"She is not a threat. Not to him."

"I will be the judge of that."

Nakia throws up her hands. "Fine. You will see. I hope it does not bother you that I stay and watch?"

T'Challa smiles. "Of course not."

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[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky nods to T'Challa again, the unspoken understanding passing between them. He's not ready to be in a crowd of people yet, not for long. They both know it.

"It is," he says, as he looks back at Sharon. "More than okay. Stay. Please."

T'Challa's gaze narrows very slightly at the look of apology in Sharon's glance. Bucky, still looking at Sharon, doesn't see it.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon, usually so observant, doesn't see it either; she's too busy looking back at Bucky.

A tiny smile pulls at the corner of her lips. "Okay."

She takes a breath and blinks like she's coming awake, and turns a brighter smile on T'Challa. "Then yes, I accept. Thank you for the invitation."

She glances around, taking in the greenery, the wide open sky, the lake, the rolling fields. "I can honestly say this is the first time in weeks that I felt like I could relax. It's beautiful here."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Thank you. We Wakandans are proud of our country." T'Challa turns sideways, back toward the way he came, gesturing that they should join him.

"With good reason," agrees Bucky. "And just a second. I need to grab something first."

He ducks into the hut and out of sight. As he does, T'Challa levels a long look at Sharon.

[from_the_outside]

She levels one right back at him. Her mouth twists, wry.

"It would probably be more trouble than it's worth to have the Dora murder me," she points out, after a second.

"If that's what you're thinking about."

At the very least, Nakia would be annoyed about it.

[nerves_of_ice]

"If I believed that were necessary, I would do it myself," T'Challa informs her.

"Do you understand what Shuri meant, now?"

[from_the_outside]

"Yes."

A little of her obstinacy fades. "I would never hurt him," she says, a little lower.

It doesn't matter if Bucky hears; he knows this already. But she wants T'Challa to understand. "Not purposefully. Not ever. But if I do by accident, I would do anything at all to try and fix it. Including leaving, if that's what he needed."

She's watching him closely. "Do you believe me?"

[nerves_of_ice]

He studies her closely in turn, then nods.

"I do." T'Challa smiles again, a little wryly, as Bucky ducks back out of the hut with the backpack on his shoulder. "Welcome to Wakanda, Sharon Carter. This time in truth."

[from_the_outside]

Her answering smile is just as wry, but full of sincere warmth. "Thank you, your Highness. I'm very, very happy to be here."

She turns to Bucky and any trace of wryness melts away like mist under the morning sun. "All set?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"All set," he confirms, with a curious glance back and forth between them.

He doesn't ask. He suspects it's better not to.

"Good," T'Challa says, and starts walking back. Bucky glances at Sharon, and falls in beside him as he asks,

"How did you and Nakia meet, anyway?"

[from_the_outside]

She comes to walk next to Bucky, amused at how the two long-legged men have to shorten their strides a little to let her keep up. "In the field, a few years back."

She's starting to wish she'd brought a change of clothes for herself; she'll be a sweaty mess by the time they get where they're going. Maybe Nakia will loan her something. "SHIELD was investigating an arms deal in Madripoor. So was she."

Some inner thought strikes her, and her mouth goes pressed for a long moment like she's trying not to laugh. "Things got a little crazy. And then there was a trafficking bust in Bogota that we worked together for a bit."

Her grin is real and brilliant. "She's the best. I haven't seen her for a while before now; I've mostly been in Europe and last I heard she was back here in Africa."

[nerves_of_ice]

"She is," T'Challa agrees. "She has always been committed to doing good in the rest of the world as well as here in Wakanda."

"Somehow I'm not surprised the two of you ended up friends," Bucky observes - to Sharon.

[from_the_outside]

"It turned out we have a lot in common," she agrees, and smiles again.

(If Nakia hasn't told any details, she's not going to, either.)

"But I'm sure she's happy to be back in Wakanda. She always seemed just a little homesick."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Oh, really?" T'Challa slants a look at Sharon, then shifts it to Bucky, who shrugs his right shoulder and gives him a wry look in response.

"I see. Yes, she is. And I am - we all are - glad to have her back."

As they draw closer to the palace the Dora on guard, waiting, come to attention and move to flank them.

[from_the_outside]

"Mm," she says, noncommittally, then looks with interest up at the palace.

"The architecture here is really something else. This place is a designer's dream."

[nerves_of_ice]

"The dreams of several designers," T'Challa agrees, "brought to reality. We plan to offer this training in the institutes of learning we will soon be establishing in America, and later elsewhere."

"Better to build than to destroy," Bucky notes, and T'Challa nods at him. "Exactly."

"Nakia will meet you in the garden chamber," he continues, as a light flickers on his bracelet as they enter the building and move through the halls. "It appears I have some things I must attend to. I will not be long."

"Don't worry about it," Bucky says. "Really."

[from_the_outside]

Sharon watches him go with that faintly wry expression back on her face, then shakes herself and gives Bucky a quizzical look.

"Garden chamber?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"You'll see," he promises. "It's an inside garden, basically. Lots of plants, a little stream inside the room - pretty impressive."

"I will escort you," says one of the Dora, stepping up beside Sharon. For all that she's polite about it, it's very clearly not a request.

[from_the_outside]

Sharon steps back reflexively, bumping into Bucky in the process. The Dora is taller than Sharon, and she has a spear. Sharon is not going to argue.

"Great," she says, a little taken aback. "Escort away."

The Dora inclines her head and indicates the correct direction, and Sharon follows along, looking around with interest.

Bucky was right about the garden chamber; they step from sleek halls and glass windows into a world of green, all leaves and humid air, and Sharon can't help but look around in wonder. "Very impressive," she confirms. "Color me impressed."

[nerves_of_ice]

"It is," he agrees. He points past her to the other side of the room, where a group of comfortable-looking seats stands on a slightly-elevated level, near a large window, framed by plants.

"When we first got here I thought I was losing my mind. Even more than usual, I mean," he adds, dryly.

[from_the_outside]

She heads in the direction of the seats, letting her fingers trail along a few large leaves as they pass by. "Well, to be fair, it had been kind of a whirlwind few days beforehand."

It's incredible how so much went so wrong so quickly, but she's determined not to think about it.

Not now. Not here. "Seems like you're getting pretty comfortable here now, though?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yeah. And I ... guess you don't know all of it yet," he realizes, walking beside her. "I'll tell you, when you want."

The Dora have stayed on the other side of the room, out of earshot, by the door. Bucky doesn't seem concerned by their presence.

"I'm ... working on it," he continues, after a moment. "They're good people. Sometimes it's hard to believe how good."

[from_the_outside]

"Maybe later," she says, with a rueful smile. "I think I've had my fill of reliving bad memories for a little bit."

The seats are as graceful as the rest of the room, comfortably cushioned and just the right size, and Sharon takes a seat, looking up at him.

"Well, you've mostly been dealing with the bad guys for a long time now. It's nice that you're finally getting to experience the other side. Like those kids, they really seem to –"

"Sharon!"

She looks over, and gets up quickly as Nakia sweeps into the chamber, glowing like a Wakandan sunset. "Nakia!"

She steps forward and embraces her friend, hugging her tightly with a laugh before stepping back again. "I guess I probably have you to thank for this invite, huh?"

[nerves_of_ice]

His unthinking smile is small and a little wistful as he looks down at her, opening his mouth to speak --

-- and then Nakia comes in, and he steps back from their reunion with a different, more wry smile.

"Hello, Nakia."

[from_the_outside]

"Sergeant Barnes," Nakia says, all warmth and welcome. She slants a sly glance at Sharon and adds: "How did you like your surprise?"

"Cute," Sharon laughs, shaking her head. "Very cute." She gazes at her friend with sincere gratitude. "Thank you for vouching for me. And for helping convince T'Challa. I really appreciate it, Nakia."

Her friend nods, and presses her hands. "Did you talk?"

It's quite clear to Sharon that Nakia doesn't mean Bucky. She nods. "A little. Enough. I think we've come to a...detente."

"Well," laughs Nakia, "thank you for managing to do so before dinner."

[nerves_of_ice]

"It was quite a surprise," Bucky concedes, dryly. "But yes. I liked it."

His gaze sharpens as Nakia and Sharon exchange questions and answers. Clearly he's missed something. He'll have to ask later.

"Thanks for inviting us."