in which miles morales realizes the girl he likes to stand and watch in the choir room is kingpin's daughter. and may just be the key to helping him figure out that there's a lot to being a hero, but there's a lot of living he still has to do.
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(EARTH-616 )
KAMARIA carefully stepped down the stairs, walking beside her father as she twisted the chain of her necklace, and then rubbed her ankle. "Baba, I can handle this and my job. You didn't have to come." She touched the silver pearl like charm on the right side of her necklace, five of them in total as she held onto her father's hand.
"I wanted to, sithandwa sam." He kissed her head as her purple and gold dress fluttered in the wind as she placed a hand over his as they sat at the table, and she picked up the treaty. Her phone rang, and the attorney pulled it from her bag as she answered and raised it. She then exhaled before speaking. ( translation: my love. )
"Kamaria Udaku, attorney at law, how may I help you?" T'Challa tilted his head as he looked at his young daughter, his firstborn, and his heir. She had long since proved herself worthy — her heart said it all, and he looked at the center panther's tooth in the middle of her necklace, silver with a white vine wrapped around it and rooting to the center of the chain of her necklace. She heard a tired sniffle before she rubbed her temples and then ran her fingers through her hair.
"Kami?" Peter B. Parker spoke, rolling over on his side as he held his phone tightly in his hand and to his ear, his lips pressed together. Her features softened, and she curled her fingers toward her palms. "Can we talk?"
She held a finger up to her father, and he nodded, mouthing for her to go ahead and leave — they'd finish their conversation when she returned home later that night. Walking past the Dora Milaje, she made her way down the hall, before she disappeared into the bathroom, shutting it behind her, and then locking it as she let her suit spread over her skin, turning a shade of snow white, and coming over her fingers as she wiggled them, and then looked at herself in the mirror, her hair spread on her shoulders and a direct contrast to the white of her suit. "Sure, are you dressed and bathed?"
"I will be," he replied. She chuckled a little as she hummed.
"Alright, I'll be there as soon as I can."
Peter took a soft breath, and sat up from his bed, looking at the pile of boxes as he heard her shuffling around, and then bit his lip. "Okay." He heard her accented okay before he hung up and set his phone down. Kamaria had been his attorney when he and MJ divorced — and she had been an anchor for him when he felt he was drowning. She had gotten him to get up enough to get his own apartment — to unpack so he could take care of himself.
And yes, it was strange for him to know a princess — future queen, in fact of the world's wealthiest country. And to know her so intimately and personally to behind the facade she usually kept on her mien, unable to count the many times she had laughed at him or something he had done. To see her smile was like seeing the sun if he was honest with himself.
