The king of Wakanda, King T'Chaka, was in California attending to some royal business, when a woman crashes into one of the three Dora Milaje, the king's bodyguards, holding a bundle of sorts in her arms. The woman doesn't look great, with bruises and red marks lining her whole body, she looks at the Dora Milaje with hint of fear in her eyes as she looks over her shoulder as if someone is following her. This stranger then hands over what she is carrying.

"Take care of her please. I can't raise her, my job will put her life in jeopardy in more ways than I am comfortable with." She pleads. King T'Chaka hears this and walks over to the two women. His gaze falls upon the baby girl, fast asleep in the arms of the Dora Milaje.

"What is her name?"  He asks looking at the stranger before him.

"Y/N." Is all the woman replies before the king of Wakanda decides to take the child in and raise her alongside his son Prince T'Challa. That is the last time anyone sees the mysterious woman, she seemingly vanishes into thin air as she takes her leave. 

"Y/N... that name won't work for a new princess of Wakanda." King T'Chaka says taking the small girl into his arms. "From this day forth, you will be known as Princess Adaeze Abeba, daughter of King T'Chaka of Wakanda. All of Wakanda shall know her as the king's flower." 

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"Princess Adaeze, we do not have time for this." The Dora Milaje says when you try to sneak past her for the second time within the span of an hour. She gets on her knees and grabs your arm. "Leaders of the four tribes are coming today and your father would like you and your brother to be there." 

"No." You say in a whiny voice trying to get away from her. The Dora Milaje sighs in annoyance, as a lighthearted laugh fills the hallway. You stand on your tiptoes trying to figure out who laughed. 

"Is she being a hassle again general?" Your elder brother, T'Challa, asks walking over to the two of you. He has a playful smile on his face. "I can handle my sister, my father needs you in the throne room."  The general has a brief look of relief on her face before releasing your arm and standing back up. She says her thanks before taking her leave.

"Why do you give the Dora Milaje such a hard time my sister?" T'Challa questions as he walks over to you. You shrug in response. "Come, the four tribes are waiting." 

"Brother, how come we only mention four tribes... what about the fifth tribe that lives up in the mountains?" You inquire, your bright (eye color) eyes looking up at your brother in confusion. T'Challa closes his eyes for a moment and shallowly inhales before exhaling and opening his eyes.

"The tribe in the mountains is called the Jabari." T'Challa explains as he sits on the ground next to you. "Well over a thousand years ago, a large meteorite made out of pure vibranium crashed into Wakanda. Everyone started fighting over who would control the vibranium, then one day our ancestor ended the war, united the tribes and became the first Black Panther." 

"What does this have to do with the mountain tribe?" You interrupt tilting your head to the left in confusion. 

"I'm getting to that part (Nickname)." You pout in annoyance, before sitting on the ground just across from your brother. "The Jabari tribe didn't approve of our ancestor uniting the tribes so they moved up into the mountains, exiling themselves... that's all I know." 

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"Is something bothering you (Nickname)?" T'Challa questions one day as the two of you walk around the palace garden. 

"I put in the request to our father to become a war dog, he turned me down saying my place is here in Wakanda." You answer with a soft huff of annoyance. "You're going to inherit the mantle of Black Panther as well as the throne. Our sister has decided to go into developing new technology for Wakanda. Then there's me..." 

"What do you mean by that Abeba?" Your brother scratches his head whilst asking the question. You let out a soft inaudible sigh, for some reason or another your family prefers calling you by your middle name. 

"My skills are either for spy work or to be a Dora Milaje. I highly doubt that General Okoye would even consider me to be a Dora Milaje... I'm one of the people she's supposed to protect." You respond as you sit down on a nearby bench. T'Challa kneels down in front of you so he could look into your (eye color) eyes easier. 

"Would you like me to talk to our father?" He questions, throwing you off guard for a second because he swapped languages on you. 

"I thought we were conversing in English brother, not Xosha." You comment, as you arch an eyebrow. T'Challa laughs in response. 

"I apologize Abeba. I temporarily forgot how to say that last sentence in English." He comments switching back into English. You roll your eyes in response, fully aware of the fact that your brother can read, write, and speak both languages fluently. 

Xosha and English are the two most common tongues spoken in Wakanda. Your father was insistent that you and both of your siblings learn the two languages, in order to communicate with any and everyone in Wakanda. 

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It's nothing short of a miracle that T'Challa managed to convince your father into letting you become a war dog. When you get the war dog tattoo on the inside of your bottom lip, it's numb for over an hour and a half. Your lip is still technically numb by the time you get your assignment and start heading towards the jet.

"Abeba, wait." You hear your younger sister, Shuri, shout. You slow your walking speed down to allow her to catch up. 

"I'm shocked, is my little sister here to see me off?" You comment in a snarky tone of voice. 

"I can always turn around and leave you without anything to take with you." Shuri retorts in the same snarky tone.  

"Okay you got me there." You push your (preferred hair style) (hair color) out of  your eyes to look at your sister better. "What do you have for me?" Your sister pulls out a panther shaped pendant out of her pocket. She then says that the necklace is a prototype for future Black Panther suits, where the suit can fit inside the pendant.  It doubles as armor as well fashion. She also hands you an average sized backpack and a new bead for your bracelet. Shuri then explains the new bead can be used to scan vibranium deposits to see if they are stolen from Wakanda, she also explains that the backpack can send the vibranium deposits back to her lab. 

Your father, brother, and your friend Nakia are waiting for you at the jet. "New assignment for you Nakia?" You inquire, your friend nods in response before explaining that she was assigned to a small town in Nigeria. 

"Abeba, might I recommend that you go by the name you were born with." Your father suggests pulling you to the side.

"I don't understand. The only name that I have ever known is Adaeze Abeba." You respond. 

"Adaeze Abeba is the name that I gave you." Your father replies with a soft sigh. "This isn't how I wanted to tell you."

"Tell me what?" Your brow nit together in confusion, your father isn't making sense.  The man before you revels the fact that you are adopted and he then proceeds to tell you the story behind your adoption. You feel your eyes widening in shock, it feels like your whole world is shattering around you. "Does the name Adaeze Abeba have any meaning anymore?" You find yourself asking. 

"Abeba listen to me." Your father commands as he pushes your hair out of your face before resting his hand against your cheek. "It doesn't matter if you aren't my flesh and blood, you are still my daughter and you always will be." A tear slides down your cheek upon hearing his words, you then hug him as tightly as you can.

"W-what w-was t-the... was the n-name I w-was... I was b-born w-with?" You manage to stutter out when you pull out of the hug. 

"Y/N." 

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No one took into account that Wakanda has a year round moderate temperature while America has seasons. You were dropped off in the state of South Dakota, knee deep in snow without a winter jacket. You slowing make your way to the closest point of civilization. The first place you come to is a salvage yard.  

As you walk up the driveway there's a part of you that is hoping whomever owns this place could lend you a coat and give you directions to the closest motel. You hesitate for a second before knocking. About a minute or so later a man opens the door. 

"Can I help you?" The man questions as he looks you up and down in confusion.

"I got myself a little lost and I somehow managed to lose my winter jacket whilst I was out in the woods." You answer shivering slightly. "Do you know where the closest hotel is?" 

"The closest hotel is ten miles due east." Your shoulders slump you were hoping for something closer so you wouldn't have to walk in the snow. The stranger sees this, opens the door wider and allows you inside. "I'll drive you to the closest hotel when this winter storm passes. Get in here and warm up, you're soaked." 

"Thank you sir. I'm sorry for barging in like this." The man chuckles to himself as you look around and notice all the lore books scattered throughout the house. 

"Drop the sir kid. The name's Bobby Singer, and you are?" You almost introduce yourself as the name you've always gone by but quickly decide against it. It would be safer to go by something that isn't a royal title.

"(First Name) (Last Name). It's nice to make your acquaintance Bobby." You comment while thinking on your toes. 

"Going off your accent you're not from around here, also you don't have to be so formal Y/N." Bobby states as he heads to the kitchen. "Want coffee or something to drink to help you warm up?" 

"Force of habit, my parents taught my siblings and I proper mannerisms for polite company." You answer scratching the back of your neck. "You're not going to poison me, right?" Your comment results in Bobby laughing as he sets down some mugs, spoons, sugar and the coffee pot. 

"If I was gonna do that, you'd already be dead kid." Is all Bobby has to say on the subject. You pause to think about his comment before sitting down. He then hands over one of the mugs before pouring some of the coffee in it. 

"Uh, Bobby... did you grab the salt instead of sugar?" You question after you add in the 'sugar' and take a drink. Bobby innocently shrugs in response. 

"Quite possibly. I'm not certain if I did or not."