[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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[from_the_outside]

She makes a stubborn, annoyed sound and curls up tighter, pulling the throw back over her head and putting her arm on top. "Go away, Nakia," gets mumbled from the rumpled pile of fabric that was once her head and face.

Damn. She was having a really nice dream, too.

[nerves_of_ice]

"I'm not Nakia," he informs Sharon, a little dryly, "but I can go look for her if you want to talk to her."

"Or you can sleep a little longer if you want." This time he sounds more gentle. "Since you had a rough night."

[from_the_outside]

There's a pause, and then Sharon pulls the throw off her face and blinks at him until her eyes focus. "What? Oh, no."

She sits up to push herself to the edge of the mattress and then up to standing, raking out tangles in her hair with her fingers. "Nakia was here earlier, I thought she came back...how was your visit?"

She sounds sleepy, but that pale, drawn look to her face has mostly faded away.

[nerves_of_ice]

"It was good." Rather than loom over her, he starts to take a seat in one of the chairs, but stops himself as she gets to her feet. "She had me sorting beads."

"Nakia came looking for you? Everything okay?"

[from_the_outside]

I will be watching.

"Mm." Vaguely noncommittal. "Mmhm. Yep." There's still a glass of water on the table; she reaches for it to rinse her mouth out, and to conveniently hide behind a curtain of hair for a quick moment. "Everything's fine. She was just checking in. I guess she thought I'd be back at the Citadel by now."

She puts the drained glass back down, smiling at the mental image of him sorting beads. "I can see why she would want some help. That sounds like a finicky job."

[nerves_of_ice]

He gives her a curious look, then marks it off to her still waking up. "I guess so, a little. I think she said they were trade items."

He shrugs and leaves it at that, and on doing so finds himself without anything to say.

[from_the_outside]

She smiles, a little. "Not a bad way to while away an afternoon."

And she can just imagine the older ladies of the various tribes being delighted to have him come help them with their little tasks. "So is this about how your days mostly go?"

It's nice. Quiet. Everything he deserves and more.

[nerves_of_ice]

"More or less," he agrees. "I take care of things as much as I can. The kids liven things up between their lessons, before they go home. Either T'Challa or Shuri visits every couple of days."

He sighs, very slightly.

"I'm probably due for the next series of scans and tests in Shuri's lab, come to think of it. Especially now."

[from_the_outside]

"Now that she has the journals, you mean?"

He doesn't sound all that enthused, and she can't blame him. Even thought Shuri is clearly cut from a different cloth from everyone who's worked on him before, he can't enjoy being poked and prodded at. "Do you need to go in and see her?"

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yeah, the journals. And yeah, probably. When she's ready," he's quick to add.

"I told you she got the roots out. But... there's more to it, we think."

[from_the_outside]

"No rush, then."

She slips her hands into the back pockets of her borrowed pants and considers him. "Yeah, I bet. It sounds like there's...a lot of layers to dismantle."

It'll take time. But time is something he finally has, and Shuri has all the skill he needs. She tips her head towards the door. "Do you want to come sit outside with me? I always need a little fresh air after a nap, and I think I saw a nice shady tree out there."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Looks that way," he agrees, a little grimly, before a slight smile touches his lips.

"You probably saw more than one. Okay. Lead the way to whichever one you're thinking of."

[from_the_outside]

Yeah. She's pretty sure they don't need to discuss all the things that still need to be fixed in his head. Not right now, anyway, so she just smiles and leans forward to wrap her fingers lightly around his wrist and tug him back out the door.

He may have just spent the last few hours outside, but she takes a deep breath of the mellow Wakandan air and turns her face up briefly to the sunny sky before spotting a promising looking tree. It's near – but not too near – the goats, and has a broad trunk rising gracefully from thick grass, and when she lets him go to sit down with her back against the bark, she's got a nice view of the plains that stretch out towards the horizon on one side, and the lake on the other.

She leans her head back against the tree and rolls it to look at him, her smile small but bright.

"I like it here."

[nerves_of_ice]

He doesn't protest, instead allowing himself to be pulled after her without resisting. She settles against the tree, and he sits down a little distance away on the grass, still in the shade.

"It's nice," he agrees. "I'm glad you like it."

She deserves a pleasant refuge.

[from_the_outside]

"Do you have a favorite part about being here yet?"

Favorites are hardly something he would have been able to allow himself before, except maybe in very small doses every now and again. But if he needs practice in forming opinions, he could hardly have a better mentor than her: she has opinions on everything.

[nerves_of_ice]

He thinks about it, and shakes his head - but hesitantly, as though there is something that he's not sure how to describe.

[from_the_outside]

"Maybe not 'favorite,'" she amends. "Maybe...something you like?"

It's a gentle prompt, in case he wants to try putting words to whatever just went through his head.

[nerves_of_ice]

"The sunrise. Sunsets, too, but -- the sunrise," he tells her.

"It makes everything look... new."

[from_the_outside]

She hums assent and leans back again, drawing her knees up and letting her hands hang loosely linked between them. "I bet you get a great view of it here."

She can just imagine it breaking over the fields, the lake; the whole sleepy little spot touched with new light.

Not that she'd ever see one, probably. Waking up for the sunrise isn't exactly her strong suit. "It was dark when I got to my room but I think the windows are west-facing. Some nice sunsets in my future."

[nerves_of_ice]

"You really do," he assures her.

"It's a nice view. Peaceful."

[from_the_outside]

"Peaceful sounds nice."

She lapses into companionable silence and just lets her thoughts drift as she looks out over the grass rippling like water, up at the wispy clouds scudding high against the brilliant blue sky.

She's been a lot of places, but none of them were anything quite like this.

[nerves_of_ice]

He's content to let the silence rest between them. It's comfortable, and he's talked more today than he has for weeks, much of it difficult.

At least, that is, until Shuri crests the grassy ridge and heads straight for them.

"You look very relaxed!" she laughs, as she reaches them. "I should have brought coffee with me."

[from_the_outside]

"Bringing coffee is always a good move," Sharon returns, smiling.

(That's something she needs. Maybe she can wheedle a little coffee maker for her room.)

"Hey, Princess. How's it going with you today?"

[nerves_of_ice]

Bucky nods a greeting, but stays quiet, recognizing the signs of brimming enthusiasm in the way Shuri is practically vibrating.

"It is going very well," she proclaims. "I have made such progress with the data from the notebooks. I think we will be ready for an entirely new scan within a couple of days!"

He nods.

"Whenever you say."

[from_the_outside]

She flicks a glance at him, but it's only a second before she's smiling back at Shuri. "That's great news."

It is. Anything that helps him get a little closer to better, a little closer to whole again, is the best kind of news.

But she can see why it might not be his favorite.