3rd POV

"Don't freeze." Okoye told Prince T'Challa. He knew who she was referring to and couldn't help but smirk at the thought of her. T'Challa had always admired how she always put others first, helping those in need before attending to herself. He missed her plump lips and chocolate brown eyes that he would stare into for hours without getting bored. He hadn't seen her for at least two months with her busy in missions and him fixing the mess last week with Bucky Barnes and the Avengers. He was more than happy to be reunited with the woman that had turned his world upside down.

"What do you mean? I never freeze." He denied but his heart beat faster as he descended to the ground of the Nigerian jungle and closer to the truck carrying her, Nefretti.

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Nefretti's POV

All that can be heard was the crickets and the trucks moving tonight. It was eerily quiet inside the truck, of course; everyone was too afraid to even make a sound. The men outside spoke a few words, laughing about how their gonna make money out of us. My gut twisted in disgust at those pigs. Meanwhile, the kidnapped women and boy silently cried at their fate. Not today, my knuckles turned white as I expressed my anger through squishing an apple from the floor. My skin slowly turned silver and gold as I removed the cloth that hid my face. The women and boy inside of the truck with me gasped at my now metal skin, I only smirked putting my finger to my lips to keep them quiet. I stood up and was about to reach for the handle but-BOOM- a loud explosion sent everyone to the ground. Gunshots were fired. I looked at Nakia on the other side of the metal room who mirrored my shocked expression. We jumped out of the truck and began fighting the henchmen. One man ran towards me with a large gun that looks rather heavy for someone small like him. Using that and my speed to my advantage, I swooped down and punched him where the sun doesn't shine. He dropped the rifle which I caught with ease and hit him at the back of the head sending him to the jungle floor unconscious. I did that to the other men only pulling the trigger once at one henchmen with a knif at Nakia's neck. She nodded thanks to me and ran off fighting some more. My back felt multiple vibrations, I turned around seeing two of the henchmen firing at me. I walked to the not affected by the bullets hitting my chest. I was bulletproof thanks to my power. My silver and gold shielded me-made me bullet proof. They fired some more in vain before I kicked them both unconscious. The fighting stopped shorty with all of the henchmen dead.

T'Challa in his Black Panther suit was still fighting-now he had a gun pointed at the kidnapped boy. My eyes widened at T'Challa's misconception and blocked the frightened boy. "Stop! He's only just a boy." I ripped off his scarf showing his youth and frightened features. "He has been kidnapped too." He ran off joining the other kidnapped women who are now free.

"Don't move!" The last surviving henchmen screamed out. He had his gun to Nakia's head and his free hand to her neck chocking her.

T'Challa put me behind his muscular body but before he could save Nakia, a spear went through the henchmen's body. He fell limp exposing Okoye behind. I smiled at my old friend who had helped save us once again. Nakia and Okoye went to the kidnapped comforting and telling them to not speak of this encounter.

"Nefretti" T'Challa breathed. He had taken out his mask now revealing his beautifully carved face of his. My heart fluttered a bit. "I have missed yo-" I cut him off with a long loving kiss. He had his hands on my cheeks, and mine on his chiseled chest.

"No I have missed you." I looked at him adoringly. "But what are you doing here? You ruined our mission." My eyebrows were knitted at confusion. He was supposed to be in America for another week.

"My father is dead." He drew in a deep breath. "The coronation is tomorrow." My stomach dropped while looking at the pained expression in my beloved's face.

"I'm so sorry for your loss T'Challa." I hugged him tight. "You will get through this. No matter how many times you say that you aren't ready-you are more than ready. You're already a king by heart my husband."

"And you're already a queen by heart my wife."