Reunion || CLOSED
A grimace creased Margaret’s lips to the sting of the natural ointment being smeared over the cut on her arm, sighing when the cooling bandages were wrapped around it by the skilled hands of a young male Wakandan nurse. Securing the bandages carefully, Margaret smiled and nodded her head in thanks, the nurse returning the gesture before grabbing his medical tray and headed for the door of the interrogation room, guarded by two fierce women holding long spears.
“It is the least we can do considering your friendship with our King,” spoke the head guard, a bald woman with large hoop earrings and red glistening armor, sitting in the chair across from the honarary Avenger.
“It is very much appreciated. Thank you,” soothed Margaret, hand rubbing the skillfully tied bandaging before her blind scarred eyes glanced up to the glistening green soul of the guard. “But I suppose my knowing of your King does not get me out of the woods yet, huh?”
“That is correct. Your unexpected arrival has certainly put the guards on edge, especially not knowing your intentions and that you sided with Mr. Stark back in the US,” elaborated the woman.
“Ma’am, I came here with the hopes I can find my other friends. No one sent me to pierce through Wakanda’s defenses or to gather intel for the enemy. I am here to see the Avengers,” assured Margaret, leaning forward on the table with both hands in front, palms up in a silent plea.
“I believe your intentions are genuine, Miss Thompson...but I cannot take you at your word,” spoke the guard gently as Margaret sighed defeatedly, nodding as her back returned to the comfort of the seat. “I understand...” spoke Margaret gently. “What will you do with me then?”
“You will be held here under guard until we verify your story or someone comes to claim you for who you are. And for what it is worth, Miss Thompson, I hope your story pans out.”
“Yeah...me too,” mumbled Margaret to herself.
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