The Elemental || A T'Challa x Reader [COMPLETE]

Chapter 7- New York Attack.

You and Natasha had to fly to America with a group of Wakandans and T'Challa, who mostly stuck with you throughout the flight. Natasha looked over to you two every now and then, winking each time. Every time again, you glared in return.

When you landed, a navy Jeep sped past you, faster than a cheetah. T'Challa ran back into the plane and came out in a Black Panther superhero suit. Now the game was on.

You created vine skates and skated about the speed of the bolts of lighting in your side, which was fast. T'Challa went faster as he found a car to ride on top on. You chuckled to yourself as he drove past, thumbs up.

The navy car skidded around the corner, knocking a lamp post over. When T'Challa's car almost got squished by it, you created a long grass vine, that looked like it should've been in Tarzan and hooked the lamp post upright, saving T'Challa.

You sighed in releif. Then, the man known as 'Klaue' stepped out with a gun. He held it up to you. "King gotta new girlfriend, well to bad she has to die." He laughed, craziness dripping from each word. He pulled the trigger, T'Challa yelled but you saved yourself by burning the bullet, making it explode in mid air.

You heard a sigh from T'Challa, making you question your sanity. Was the guy you just happened to fall for, protective of you? You shook it off viloently as Klaue continute to fire bullets at the both of you. Luckily, the both of you dodged them all.

When he ran out of bullets, he growled, cursed, then threw the gun away. Klaue lifted his left arm as it split open and a tube of blue emerged in the middle. T'Challa whispered some kind of swear in Wakandan and retracted his delicate claws in. He put his hands up in surrender.

"Coward, just like your father." Klaue mimicked. You felt your hands burn up and anger rising from your neck. T'Challa gulped as fire swished out of your palms, eyebrows clasping together with raging effort. You heard Klaue scream as he took cover in the Jeep.

He got away. What have you done?

"Ahh, shooting hell. Just take me to bloody hell. Im deathly sorry, T'Challa. I'm an idiot, I know." You ranted.

"No need for apologies Y/N." He said, noticeably flustered. You had it, you ran away, feeling terrible for what you just done. You heard your name being called from multiple people, but you didnt bother to response.

You decided to go home....

Edited: 6/2/19