They fly swiftly, but it still takes hours. T'Challa spends the flight spelling Okoye or sitting quietly with Nakia, listening as she tells him stories of her friend, her voice soft and fond.
He leaves Sergeant Barnes and Ross to themselves for the most part; they have had a number of shocks already today, and there are still more to come. Both stay near the unconscious woman, weary but vigilant. He hopes that, somehow, some part of her is aware of her defenders, who both seem to care for her so much.
Still, when they near the barrier of the shield, he shifts, considering, before coming to the men. "We are about to enter Wakanda," he murmurs. "I understand if you wish to stay here, but if you are able to spare a moment, you will see a thing few outsiders have seen in generations."
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He leaves Sergeant Barnes and Ross to themselves for the most part; they have had a number of shocks already today, and there are still more to come. Both stay near the unconscious woman, weary but vigilant. He hopes that, somehow, some part of her is aware of her defenders, who both seem to care for her so much.
Still, when they near the barrier of the shield, he shifts, considering, before coming to the men. "We are about to enter Wakanda," he murmurs. "I understand if you wish to stay here, but if you are able to spare a moment, you will see a thing few outsiders have seen in generations."