Black Panther Imagines {CLOSED}

Reunion (4/4)

A/N: The translations will be in italics. 😎

I scoff as I cross my arms.

"Who are you to judge me about my life choices? Are you... you're the one that told him that I possess 'a special set of skills'?.. Well you are a couple years too late, my powers are gone. And quite frankly, I don't plan on get them back anytime soon." I snap.

Okoye slams her spear against the floor, creating an echoing noise of scrapping metal.

"Enough!" She exclaims.

She walks so close that we were almost chest to chest.

"Jy es wakandan." She states.
(You are Wakandan)

"Nee ek is nie, nie meer nie." I say through gritted teeth.
(I was, but not anymore)

"Een keer 'n wakandan, altyd 'n wakandan." She contradicts.
(Once a Wakandan, always a Wakandan)

"Unbelievable! You have no right to say that to me. I am actually happy here in America. I don't want to go back and you can make me. You want to know something else you can make me do? Restore my abilities!" I say.

"Who are you? And why do you refuse to come to Wakanda?" The young king asks.

"Who I am is no longer your concern, because I am no longer Wakandan. The best I can do is send over some technology my father has been constructing to enhance the damage of American weapons." I say.

The young king locks eyes with me and a small spark went off in his eyes as I feel a sense of familiarity in his eyes. We gaze at each other for a while until I snap out of it.

"I'll send you the technology as soon as I get home." I say turning around to walk out of the room.

"You are Wakandan!" Okayed says before she pushes me against the wall.

She aims the tip of her spear against my throat and I grab the side of the spear and kick her away before I say:

"No, I am not!"

I look down at my dress with sorrow as I realize that I will need to rip it in order to fight Okoye. I quickly rip the edges of the dress so my legs are exposed and have room to kick.

"Badass." I hear a man say.

I quickly do a spinning wheel kick to slam the spear out her her hand. The spear clatters to floor and I do a series of roundhouse kicks. She blocks them but she doesn't block the spinning wheel kick I launched into her solar plexus.

She goes flying and crashes onto the floor. She uses her hands to lift herself to her feet. I block every strike she threw and vice versa. She throws a hook punch and I duck under so I could bull rush her into the wall.

"Okoye!" One of the female soldiers exclaims.

The other female soldiers aim their spears at me but the young king stopped them.

"Wait, I want to see how she fights." He says.

Okoye elbows me into the back and I fall to the ground. I swing my legs around and trip her to the ground. We stand up at the same time and block each other's strikes. I elbow her across the face and jump into an inside crescent kick, followed by a roundhouse kick. I push her into the wall and before she could react, I press the side of her spear against her throat.

"I am not Wakandan." I say breathlessly.

"Yes, you are." The young king states.

I give Okoye her spear back and I take off my black overcoat.