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07:20 PM. WAKANDA, AFRICA 

y/n and t'challa both walk in sync with the dora milaje around them. honestly, they looked like a power couple. music blares through their ears, the dora milaje stopping and crossing their arms over their chest. y/n and t'challa do the same.

"my king, my queen," shuri says as she's in a white dress and bows towards the two. 

"do not/stop it. stop it," y/n laughs and t'challa say at the same time. the siblings do their handshake, walking down the sprial of the lab.

"i have already sent a car ahead to busan for you," shuri says. "who are you taking with you to korea?"

"okoye," t'challa says.

"i'm coming too," y/n adds on. t'challa looks at her funny. 

"i cannot-"

"i'm coming and there's nothing you can do about it," y/n says, getting the last word. y/n walks down the spiral quicker as t'challa and shuri just look at her.

"d...does she not know i'm the king?" t'challa whispers to himself but shuri hears. 

"i do not think she cares, brother," she says, following y/n.

"also shuri," y/n says, turning around to the sixteen year old. "you will be on call if we need back up,"

"yes!" shuri whispers, putting her hand over y/n's shoulder. "this is why i like her more than you," y/n smirks at t'challa and his rolls his eyes lovingly. "i have great thing to show you, y/n. oh, you too brother," they walk over to a table, where another women is working. "here are you communication devices for korea," y/n takes the case in her hands, before giving it to t'challa. "unlimited range, also equipped with audio surveillance system," they walk over to another table with a lot of high tech equipment on it. "check these out," she holds something up towards y/n and t'challa. "remote access kimoyo beads. updated to interface with my sand table,"

"ah," t'challa says, walking over to another table. "and what are these?"

"the real question is what are those?" shuri exclaims, pointing towards t'challa's sandals. she takes a quick look at y/n, seeing the the red haired girl is wearing trainers. t'challa chuckles at his sister. "why do you have your toes out in my lab?"

"what, you don't like my royal sandals?" he says, putting his foot on a stool to show them off. y/n chuckles, wiping her hands down her face. "i wanted to go old school for my first day,"

"i bet the elders loved that,"

"oh, i'm pretty sure they did," y/n adds on, sitting on a table. shuri laughs, shaking her head. she takes a pair of shoe soles. 

"try them on," she says, putting them on the floor. t'challa takes off his sandals, putting his feet on the soles. they fit to his feet, a pair of black trainers. "fully automated. like the old american movie baba used to watch,"

"mmm,"

"and i made them completely sound absorbent," shuri adds on. t'challa stomps his feet not hearing one sound. 

"interesting," he says. 

"guess what i call them," shuri says, looking at both y/n and t'challa. "sneakers," t'challa looks at her unimpressed as y/n laughs a little. 

"i get it," she says. 

"whoo!" shuri cheers, taking y/n's arm, both of them walking over to some mannequins. "if you're going to take on klaue..." she starts. "you need the best the design group has to offer," the two women walk over the black panther suit. the original. "exhibit a,"

"my design," t'challa mutters. 

"old tech," shuri says. 

"old?" t'challa questions.

"it's functional...?" y/n says, looking at shuri. 

"but it's still old!" shuri says, sticking with her idea. "'hey, people are shooting at me. wait, let me put on my helmet.'" she explains with hand gestures, y/n wanting to laugh but she doesn't. 

"enough," t'challa demands with a smile on his face. shuri chuckles, pointing at the two necklaces on the other two mannequins. y/n looks at the two, already deciding which one she likes the best.

"now, look at these," t'challa looks at them, seeing that his queen has already picked her favourite. but the golden one tempts him. "you like that one?"

"tempting," t'challa says. "but the idea is not to be noticed. this one," he points at the one y/n likes. y/n smiles a little.

raising her arm which holds the beaded bracelet on her wrist, shuri lets the beads to scan the back of her brother's head.

"now tell it to go on," t'challa looks towards the necklace, a black and silver thin material covering the whole mannequin. dammit. y/n wants to wear it now. "ooh! the entire suit sits within the teeth of the necklace," she looks at again, thinking what the other one would look like. "n/n, strike it," y/n looks towards shuri. 

"anywhere?" she questions as shuri nods. 

"why don't you ask me to strike it?" t'challa asks, crossing his arms. 

"y/n has stronger legs than you and i know she'll strike it far," shuri smiles towards her brother.  t'challa rolls his eyes with a smile before y/n kicks the mannequin and flies on the other side of the lab. "nice, n/n!" y/n jogs over to the mannequin, putting it back in it's place. 

"hey," t'challa says, pointing towards the purple glow of the suit. "wait a minute..."

"damn," y/n mutters, looking at it. "did i break it or something?"

"no, do not worry," shuri says towards y/n. "the nanites absorb the kinetic energy...and hold it in place for redistribution,"

"very nice," t'challa nods. 

"t'challa, strike it again in the same spot where n/n did," shuri says, using her camera on her beads. she pulls y/n back a little, making y/n confused. t'challa looks at his siter also confused.

"you're recording?"

"for research purposes," shuri shrugs. t'challa goes to kicks, but he flies back hitting a table. y/n and shuri burst out laughing together. y/n can't breathe. 

"delete that footage," he points at his sister. now, he knows why that was meant to be recorded.