Title: A Night In Wakanda

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU)

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes & T’Challa

Note:

The events of this fanfic take place a few nights before the movie.

Black Panther (2018)

Warning: Black Panther (2018) spoiler alert

Author: tasenda

This story was written after receiving the topic "owl" from @_.

heroweeklyth 

or activities will

Hero

Where are you going? Week 12 and go watch.

Black Panther (2018)

Came yesterday. So I came back and turned it into this story. (At first I thought I would have to send a late letter. It appeared that the ride was smooth and finished in a short time. Then go pick up something else that has to be sent to the teacher instead of Hoke.

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It's been a while since I've had the energy to write something on a serious topic without digging up old stories that I've made up, haha. I hope you like it. Anyway, please leave some comments and I'll be very happy. - I repeat before reading that there are spoilers for those who haven't seen it yet.

The low sound of an owl came from the woods not far from the small cabin that stood secluded from the others. James Buchanan Barnes lay with his head on his arm. Opening his pale blue eyes, he looked blankly at the twinkling lights of the stars in the sky. For over an hour he had given up trying to fall asleep.

and changed to trying to count how many stars there were in total that could be seen from the window. To free the mind from the images of the faces and the pleading voices of the victims struggling under the hands of the winter's self-righteousness.

Since waking up again (with relief that he is still in Wakanda And he also remembered who he was.) Those images and sounds didn't bother him as much as before. In addition to the treatment process using cutting edge science before being evaluated to be able to be awakened. He wondered if the herbal tea that T'Challa had given him to drink every night might have helped.

Or there might be sedative drugs mixed in with it. Whatever it is He drank it without asking.

Because if you get an answer His conscience might have forced him to refuse to continue drinking. For a moment, Bucky wasn't sure he deserved to be spared the nightmares that plagued him because of his sins. silk

However, even after drinking tea Each night he couldn't sleep very long anyway.

“It is said that old people sleep less than young people. It seems to be true.”

Sam Wilson called across the continent to tease him when he found out. Bucky bared his teeth at the 3D image of the other man floating in front of his eyes. Meanwhile, Steve just smiled a little, not defending himself or responding even though he knew he was in trouble. 'Old people get little sleep' too, because when Sam called, it was 1:00 a.m. in Wakanda.

But they still lay in bed and watch Star Trek Voyager. The crew, led by the female captain, is faced with the decision of whether or not to share their technology with the aliens. It distracted Bucky from the screams in his head that had woken him around midnight, and Steve (

Ploy, who was conscious of Bucky's shock) insisted on staying awake and staying with him. So they ended up watching the series that Steve had been watching for a while.

That night, Bucky decided not to say what was on his mind. that the female lead character in the story reminded him of Peggy Carter; he knew that Peggy had passed away due to old age And that must have been a huge loss for Steve.

One time...the only time...the topic of conversation between them touched on that graceful heroine. Steve smiled at Bucky. Patted him hard on the shoulder, “But I got you back.”

Bucky hated that smile. It was the kind of forced smile that Steve used to comfort anyone. And keep the sadness in only one's heart The former Captain America rarely shares his suffering with anyone. Besides the closest friends And he knew that Steve had deliberately not confided in him this time.

Because he didn't want to add to Bucky's worries—Bucky, who still automatically acted against anyone who came up behind him when he was distracted. Bucky still wets the bed on nights when memories of being subjected to a brain-washing electric shock come back to haunt him in his sleep. Bucky, who still needs a variety of Western and traditional medicine every day.

and see a psychiatrist every week Wakanda healed Hydra's actions on his body faster than both he and Steve could have dreamed. But psychological healing cannot be rushed.

“I'm weak,” he'd mumbled through tears in Steve's arms after waking up screaming in the middle of the night. After I stopped struggling to survive when I realized where I was and who I was with. If your body is still trembling like a puppy that was just rescued from the water on a day when the weather was minuscule,

Steve shushed. Tightening the embrace even more, rocking gently like a lullaby.

“You're not weak, Bucky. What they did to you. No matter who you are, you must not be able to bear it.”

“You, if it were you, I would definitely be able to endure it.” Bucky swallowed back a sob. “You will die before you become a tool for Hydra.”

“No one knows, Buck. I'm human like everyone else. We've both seen what war does to other people. Some people die, some go crazy—”

“Like me”

"You're going to be okay," Steve said firmly. Even the listener could feel that he was crying as well. “You are still here with me.” They were already talking in whispers. But the next sentence was so soft I could barely hear it.

“Bucky, am I being selfish...asking you to stay with me?”

no! Steve is selfless. Before, Steve allowed him to 'go back to sleep' without saying a word. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He didn't know how long it would be before they saw each other again, even though he knew how much Steve wanted him with him after losing both Peggy and Peggy. Sacrificing the entire Avengers team

both as Captain America And Steve gave up those last two things because of Bucky. Because...the ruined remains of what used to be Bucky Barnes.

Bucky shook his head vigorously, still snuggling into the soft fabric of the nightshirt on Steve's warm chest. Lightly punch the other person's shoulder with the only hand that remains. Gradually feel your breathing calmer. The heart that was beating rapidly from the shock a moment ago slowly returned to its normal level.

“I don't know if I'm worth having you around.”

His speech was muffled, as he had been avoiding Steve after the incident on the Potomac River. Isn't it because of this concern?

He was glad Steve didn't fall off that train at the same time as him. Glad Steve is having a great time as Captain America. Living with the Avengers And that was nothing compared to the life of a former assassin without a future. He couldn't drag Steve down into the dark abyss with no way out.

But Steve didn't stop trying. Find Bucky until he finds him and insist with his stubborn actions like he always has that he will never let Bucky slip away again.

It's strange that... The fact that Steve had jumped into the abyss with him this time. Bucky couldn't help but hope that maybe they could actually escape this abyss and return home, and he wouldn't have to watch Steve's forced smile again.

Steve hasn't returned tonight. Nakia, T'Challa's girlfriend, is a progressive activist. One of her tasks was to liberate slaves. And Steve is a silent type who doesn't know how to let weak people suffer. Although he agreed to start operating at night only when Bucky really started to feel better and told him to go.

“Once the doctor gives permission. I will go with you too.” He rushed the other person out of the hut door. Because Steve was endlessly busy telling him to eat, take medicine, and go to bed early. “Don't cut off the boss's head until I get there.”

Steve wanted to give him a handshake. Imitating him for doing this in response to his own similar words from more than seventy years ago. But what was different was that the former Captain America leaned forward and kissed Bucky quickly on the lips before finally 'going to work', leaving the kisser to deal with Shuri's delighted giggles. T'Challa's sister took it.

"It's worth coming back." I thought of the events of the morning. The former assassin muttered to himself in the silence of the hut, lulled only by the sounds of night insects.

“Who is it worth coming back?”

The sudden noise from outside the door made him flinch. Bucky swore, he could tell right away from the accent who it was. Only the other party was too quiet.

"I startled you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Bucky shrugged. Too lazy to say anything So he just sat up.

“Your Majesty, is there something wrong with coming to see you this late?”

"I've been used by him again." T'Challa's voice had more of a hint of irony than anything else. “It looks like Captain Rogers asked Shuri to check on you to see if you went to bed okay. Because he had to return later than expected. But Shuri is busy in the lab. So they used me instead.”

Bucky sighed. I thought in my heart that I was blaming the person for being overly concerned. “Then you can go back now. He could tell people who asked that I was asleep and dreaming sweet dreams.”

The current ruler of Wakanda smiled softly, not minding being chased out in his own land. Moreover, he sat down cross-legged on the floor of the hut without holding back. Bucky noticed that the party was not in the Black Panther outfit. But it is a traditional semi-casual long robe. It's quite plain compared to what you wear during the day. But he still looks good as a king.

“Then I lied. You weren't asleep when I came.”

"I'm about to fall asleep!"

“Isn't lying a sin even in your religion?”

Bucky blew air out of his nose. “It was Steve who was interested in religion. Not me.”

“Please tell me. Sergeant Major Barnes.”

“Bucky”

T'Challa raised an eyebrow.

“Call me Bucky. Or James.”

“Okay James, tell me what your beliefs are about owls.”

This time, the audience blinked, "Owl?"

“Doesn't Western culture say they are symbols of wisdom?”

“Probably so. I never cared,” he answered honestly. When he went to fight and had to sleep in the middle of the forest, he heard some noises. Every once in a while, they might even see one. But he and the rest of the Howling Commandos had never paid any more attention to it than that.

“The sound it made just now Didn't you hear that? When did it start crying?”

“I just started crying. I haven't heard its sound since I've been here.”

“Then it means it warned me. Because it cries when I come.”

Bucky gasped. “Do you believe in things like this?”

“Wakandans believe that owls come to tell of trouble. They represent the gods who know and see through unrighteous acts. Which will bring punishment. It came to warn me about something."

There's still no word left. There was the sound of flapping wings cutting through the air. Then an owl landed and perched on the window sill where Bucky had been staring at the stars a moment ago. Just a little away from them. Big eyes stared at T'Challa. which stared back

“Your Majesty isn't going to kill him, is he?” Bucky wasn't interested in omens or anything like that. What will T'Challa believe? Whatever the interpretation is, it's that side's business. But he wasn't happy if an owl would die just because it screeched and flew onto the window sill...even at a strange moment.

Even though the expression on his face shows what he's thinking about. But the man behind Black Panther laughed like a crow at his question. “Killing an owl does not make the punishment disappear. It's just a messenger. We should thank him for warning us.”

Finished speaking, he nodded his head to the owl. which spreads its wings and flies away into the night

The two of them sat like that for another moment. They stared after the owl that was out of sight without saying a word to each other. before hearing the heavy footsteps of someone wearing combat boots approaching.

"It can be none other than Captain Rogers," T'Challa said, standing up. "I'm going now. I'll stop by and talk with you when I have some free time."