never freeze

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authors pov

10:00 AM. NIGERIA, AFRICA 

"the tiny nation of wakanda," a reporter says as t'challa is listening and watching her on the screen. "is morning the death of its monarch, king t'chaka. the beloved ruler was one of the many confirmed dead...after a terrorist attack at the united nations a week ago. the suspect has since been apprehended. though it remains one of the poorest countries in the world...fortified by mountain ranges...and a impenetrable rainforest...wakanda does not engage in international trade or accept aid," the helmet of the black panther suit in his hands. "the succession to the throne...is expected to fall to the oldest of the king's two children...prince t'challa,"

"my prince..." okoye says as she's driving the ship. her legs are crossed as she's in her red uniform and her hands are out. "coming up on them now," 

the ship lowers over the trees and if you look really closely you can spot the truck lights in the forest.

t'challa gets up from his chair, walking to main part of the ship. the platform in the middle shows him exactly what is happening on the ground. about five or more trucks each of them carrying women in them. all of them guarded. t'challa picks up one of the dust made trucks, putting his hand over it. he tilts it his way so he can see inside it and one of the women glow gold, a small smile on his face.

okoye looks at him and grabs her spear. 

"no need, okoye," t'challa says, shaking his hand at her. "i can handle this alone,"

okoye hums, putting her spear back against the wall. t'challa puts the dust made truck back on the platform and it drives along just like the others. the platform falls as quickly as it came.

"i will get n/n out as quickly as possible," t'challa says, looking at okoye. okoye puts her hands out, giving t'challa his beads. 

"just don't freeze when you see her," okoye says to him. he looks at with a smile on his face. 

"what are you talking about?" he asks her,  making her raise her eyebrow. "i never freeze," t'challa puts on the helmet, crossing an x over his chest. he's wrong though. he has froze a lot, and i mean a lot, around y/n.