#killmongrer

It's 6 in the morning and you sway your, brown skinned and chubby self along to Lizzo as start the morning making cobblers. For the past five years, you have had a small bakery that was on the outskirts of both the hood and mid-town. Rented out of a small building that used to be a deli. It had a decent kitchen, one bathroom and enough room in the lobby for four tables.

It was quaint and small, but, it was yours.

Baking was a deep passion for you. Passed down from your first and favorite foster mom at the age of eight years old. Also the foster home where you first met and self-adopted your brother, Erik Stevens.

You pauses in shaking both her ass and some strudel mix on top of the peach cobblers when the front door bell jingles quietly. Too quietly, like it wasn't even there.

Erik.

Sure enough as muscular arm wraps around your shoulder, and a kiss is placed on your forehead as Erik made himself know.

"Sup Sis!" he greets cheerfully.

Like he ain't vanish for two whole ass years. No word at all.

You answer your pseudo brother with a fat fist knocking his jaw to the side and leaving a wild trail of flour, cinnamon, sea salt and sugar to spill over him, yourself and the floor.

"Fuck!" he shouts loudly and rubs his jaw while you went off.

"Fuck is right! As in where the fuck you been! One day we planning the Memorial day Barbecue and next thing I know you're nowhere. Not in your apartment! Not over the one girl's house! Not Miss. Dawns! Not the Safe House.! Just Gone! No burner phone, not a letter, hell I even listen to the radio or some shit but no. N'Jadaka fucking gone! I thought you had got killed! You my only family! Only person who seems to care about me just up and leave and you think you're just gonna roll in 'ere. Sup sis, like you just took trip to the store. Fuck you!" you yell at him.

Hot tears were rolling trails down your face as you bat his shoulder with flour handed slaps and he sighs and lets you. After five minutes you are huddled into his chest sniffling and clinging to his shirt, sobbing as he wraps his arms around you and rubs your back.

"I know. That was childish of me, and I'm sorry. I should have gave you a heads up on my radio silence but it was urgent and very important. I....I did. I went to Wakanda." he says in a soft gently voice he only uses that voice with you.

"What?" you ask in disbelief. Every since you meet him, yourself at eight and him ten, he's told you about the unbelievable land of Wakanda and his plan to get there. He had a big plan to get you there and help black people all around the world. You believed it of course but as you grew it become as distance as a bedtime story. You supported him but then again you didn't know what all he did and just wanted your brother not Killmonger.

"Yeah. I got there and I was king little sis. But um....things happen and now I gotta take you back with me." he says and you stare at him wide eyed for a moment before smacking your lips and pushing away from him with a roll of your eyes.

"You funny as hell. First off, I was born to an America mama and an American daddy, in California! I remember you telling me that they just don't let any type of nigga in there, the reason you got in was the lip thing. Second, I ain't goin to Africa. I don't even like the summer heat here so I damn well ain't built for Africa. Third, why? I have my shop, my apartment and my life here. Be it as shitty as it is, I like it. Now I accepted your apology, my door is always open for you but I'm not going any where." you tell him and turn away to put the peach cobblers in the pre-heated oven.

Erik gives a groan of frustration at you, he waits for you to finish putting things in the oven before gripping you by the shoulder and burning you with a hard glare.

"No you don't understand. You have to go or you will be killed. It's my fault but I have people to keep you safe." he informs you and your frown.

"What do yo-"

"I died Y/N.....my plan failed and now I have people comin' for my head. And they gonna come for you too. You're my only family here, my only weakness and I want to keep you safe." he explains. This causes you to swallow nervously at his grip on your shoulders.

He was very worried and losing his cool.

Erik ain't ever lose his cool.

"Alright.....okay but what about my shop? Yeah I rent my apartment but I we have this lease contract and- Don't worry 'bout sis. I got you, consider yourself the new royal baker. Come on, I don't have long out. We gotta get yo stuff and be out of here before midnight." he told you and you sigh and thrust an apron his way.

"That gives me 10 hours of working your ass then."

It was 7 at night by the time you two finish. Erik trailed behind you hold four boxes of baked goods and you held the same. You lead him to the church in the center of your neighborhood and placed all but two of the boxes in the community pantry.

"There. That should last a week or less. Let's head home." you say and start to walk when he stops you.

"Nah lets ride instead." he said and pressed a bead on a bracelet you've never seen him wear. You gasp as it lights up and a projection on a girl with goddess braids appeared.

"You have five hours left and Oyoke says you still haven't shown up at your sister apartment." she says with blunt suspicion and vice in her voice as she gives him a blank face. Erik rolls his eyes with a kiss of his teeth.

"I had to get her from the bakery and we had deliverers to do. We headin there now tho, send a car." he tells her. She nods and the projection went off and you still stood there with your mouth hanging open.

Erik chuckles and throw his arm around your shoulder and kisses your temple.

"I know, it's pretty cool. That was Shuri. My little cousin"

"That's princess Shuri to you!" called her voice from his bead and Erik scowls while you chuckle.

Soon a black car comes around the corner and pulls up next to you two. Erik opens the door and ushers you in before getting in the driver's seat himself.

"Wow. This is kinda cool! You know how much I hate driving. Could just hop in here and take off to where I wanna go." you tell Erik and he laughs at you.

"Scaredy cat. Driving is not that bad. They just have to monitor me so we rolling in this." he tells you and you frown.

"Monitor you?" you ask and he shakes his head.

"I'll explain later."  he says and you two pull up in front of the apartment complex.

"4 hours and 45 minutes N'Jadaka . The ride home is midnight." Shuri's voice sounds from the speakers and Erik rolls his eyes as ya'll get out. You walk up the stairs and mess with getting your keys out while Erik watches out behind you as usual when he was with you.

You look up when you get to your floor and gasp to see two warrior women both bald heads and vibrant armor waiting by your door. They watch you and Erik like a hawk and falcon. You gulp stop at the end of the hall, a mix feeling of nervousness, anxiety and insecurity fills you and your start to hug yourself in reflex. Erik sighs behind you and gently pushes you forward. whispering that it was alright and that it was for protection.

You look down at yourself when you get to the door, taking in how soft, plump and vulnerable you compared to the strong woman. Hell they held spears why you held pecan and peach pies.

"Ya'll are scaring her. She ain't like me. Only thing she can harm is a fly." Erik defends for you in front them and they dropped their guard slightly. The one whose head was tattooed gave you a small smile.

"I am Okyoke, this is Ayo. We are of the Dora Milaje: warriors of Wakanda." she introduces in a warm but firm African  accent, you nod with a little speaking hum, still a bit nervous at the two.

"Um...hey I'm Y/N. A baker from Oakland." you blurt out and Ayo purses her lips to stop her chuckles. Erik snatches the key out your hand and opens the door then stepping back to allow the warrior women to go in first.

Okoye and Ayo march in, checking around, you walk tentatively behind them and place your deserts on the table as Erik locks the door behind you.

"Pack all ya want. Don't worry about anything big, we got you." Erik advises and you sigh and cross your arms.

"Don't boss me in my own house nigga." you say with pursed lips. He mocks your stance and looks down at you.

"I'm older. Now go." he argues, you shake your head and go to your room to pack as many clothes and personal items as you could.

Erik smirks and hurries into the kitchen to the fridge just to scarf down a piece of the black berry cheesecake you made yesterday The two warriors shake their heads but whisper in Xosha about how good it look before going on with their look around.

"Aye Sissy! Don't forget to wear something comfy, it's a long ride." Erik yells before eating another bite of Cheesecake, further grabbing the carton of milk and taking a swig.

You roll your eyes but take his advice and dress in a pair of black leggings and an over sized Black Girl Magic hoodie. You fill your three big duffel bags with your things.

You slip on some tennis shoes and place two duffel bags over each shoulder carry the last in your hand. You come out and spot Erik damn near licking the pan clean.

"Boy! If you don't get your cinnamon jack trap remix looking ass out my kitchen and get this bag, Imma just knock ya ass to Wakanda!" you roast and Erik gives you a really look while the guards openly snicker and faint giggles are heard coming from his beads.

"I recorded that for research. " Shuri chimes and Erik scowls.

"Don't know why your power puff ball ass complaining anyway. You seem to have it." he retaliates and you throw the bag at his feet.

"I needa get mama's plant. Witcho ~superhero static shock~ headass." you tease as you brush past the guards and grab the potted plant on the kitchen windowsill. It was a simple thing, some unbosomed herbs and a fat purple succulent in the middle.

"I refuse to be roasted in my own household." he declares as he grabs your bag and looks throughout the fridge.

"You got any banana bread before we head out??" he asks and you smack your lips.

"If your curious George ass don't focus. It's in the bread box. " you say and walk to the door and turn out the lights.

"You seem very strong. Uncontrolled but strong." Okoye comments and you shrug and curl your toes in nervousness.

"Well, I get a pretty good workout with carrying flour sacks and handling big ovens all day. Thank you." you say a bit shyly. Erik comes around the corner with his cheeks stuffed and the bread box under his arm.

"You could make a good warrior. " Ayo adds and Erik shakes his head.

"Yall ain't recruiting my lil sister. She's a non violent and too soft. She get hurt and ya'll really gonna see how I got these scars. Let's roll." he demands and you sigh as he throws his arm over your shoulder and steers you out.

You are hustled all the way up stairs to the roof and gasp to see a hovering ship uncloak it's self and open for you. You stare in shock as Erik walks right in and the Dora Milaje wait as you take it all in.

"This is wild."

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