a mountain of it

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authors pov

09:25 AM. BUSAN, SOUTH KOREA

"what is love?!" ulysses sings as everett walks into the room. "don't hurt me!" everett looks at him amused, sitting on the chair opposite. "what is love?! baby, don't hurt me!"

y/n watches them amused, t'challa watching her. 

"what?" y/n says, looking at him. "you have something to say. i know you do,"

"you called me 'babe' yesterday," t'challa says, looking ahead. y/n turns to look at him, shock in her face. did she? shit, did she? oh shit, she did. 

"no i didn't," y/n says, her nails looking very interesting at this moment in time. "i think the number of times you put your helmet on is messing with your head, t'challa,"

t'challa hums with a laugh. okoye looks at y/n with her eyebrow raised. even the general knows she's lying. he knows that because he remembers everything and anything about his queen. but also, when y/n is lying she looks at her nails and doesn't remain eye contact with him. 

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with the comms, the three wakandians listen in to the conversation between everett and ulysses. 

"it's all a front," ulysses says. "explorers search for it for centuries. el dorado, the golden city. they thought they could find it in south america...but it was in africa the whole time. a technological marvel. all because it was built on a mound of the most valuable metal known to man. isipho, they call it. the gift. vibranium,"

"vibranium, yeah the strongest metal on earth," everett says. 

"it's not just a metal," ulysses says, shaking his head. "they sew it into their clothes. it powers their city, their tech...their weapons,"

"weapons?"

"yeah," ulysses chuckles. "makes my arm cannon look like a leaf blower,"

"that's a nice fairy tale," everett starts. "but wakanda is a third world country...and you stole all their vibranium,"

"i stole..." ulysses bursts out laughing, wheezing out his words. "all of it?" he moves forward in the chair his chained, the smile wiped from his face. "i took a tiny piece of it. they have a mountain full of it. they've been mining it for thousands of years...and they still haven't scratched the surface,"

t'challa and okoye look at each other as y/n tilts her head, looking through the window. this isn't going well.

"i'm the only outsider who's seen it," ulysses says. "and got out of there alive," t'challa, y/n and okoye walk away from the window. "if you don't believe me, you ask your friend what his suit is made of. what his claws is made of,"

everett looks at ulysses. takes his drink and gives him a tight smile. and then he walks out the room.