#tchallaxreader

You were practically giddy over the idea of seeing one of your closest friends. It had been a while since you last saw each other in person and he had considered bringing you to Wakanda if you went too long without seeing him. He told you so many stories about that place and the fact that he wanted you to see it meant so much to you. Life kept getting in the way of that actually happening and you spent the longest amount of time apart since you met.

“What kind of business?” Asked Natasha as she got up from her breakfast too.

“He didn’t say, but I’m just glad he’s here!” You rushed the words out as you bolted out the door once he disembarked the plane.

Your bare feet sank into the soft grass as you ran over to him. He looked dignified in a suit and tie, but you didn’t care. Your best friend was here and you were going to do some stupid stuff together before he left. His eyes lit up when he caught sight of you running full speed at him. He caught you effortlessly when you launched yourself onto his body to give him the biggest hug he’d ever received.

“Oof! It’s good to see you too, Y/N.” He said, the full force of your running start just barely throwing him off balance.

“What took you so long?” You asked impatiently when he put you down. “It’s been months since I saw you last.”

“Being King has kept me much busier than I had anticipated. Now I understand how my father must have felt when he took on the crown. I only wish he could be here to help, but such is life.”

“He’d be so proud of how you’re handling all this, T'Challa-”

“Your Highness! What brings you to our humble abode?” Tony cut you off as he and the rest of the team came over to greet your visitor.

“I’m here on a diplomatic trip to see how my allies in America are doing, of course,” He said, a twinkle in his eye, “and to pay a special visit to Y/N.”

He winked at you and you nudged him in the ribs as your cheeks turned rosier by the second. Natasha gave you a questioning look and raised her eyebrow at you which only made you blush even more. You quickly looked away from her and waited for someone to say something.

“Y/N said you’re here on official Wakandan business?” Steve asked, recalling your excited outburst only moments ago.

“Yes, unfortunately I’m not here solely for pleasure. The time has come for me to choose a queen for Wakanda and I was hoping I would find her here.”

You were floored by his answer. He hadn’t mentioned anything about finding a wife during your correspondence. When he said “official business” you had assumed it would be something boring like an appearance with some big wigs from the state Capitol. You even went with him to confidential meetings like that before because he insisted on having you to keep him awake. No one was more in on the happenings of Wakanda than you were so why hasn’t he mentioned something like this?

“Natasha is actually famous for playing matchmaker so you’ve definitely come to the right place.” Steve said jokingly and clapped a hand on his back, ushering him back to the compound.

You stared after them dumbly for a second before trailing them inside. Everyone was playing catch up with the King since they don’t talk to him as often as you do. That gave you time to overthink everything, as you were known to do. Your first question was how was this going to change your relationship with T'Challa.l? You hardly got to see him as it were so it stands to reason that a wife would only take up his time even more. The woman didn’t even technically exist yet and you already hated her. You were so busy seething over all these hypotheticals that you didn’t notice someone was talking to you.

“Y/N? Earth to Y/N? Hellooo?” Natasha was waving her hand in your face and you blinked in surprise.

“Huh what was the question?” You asked, not even entirely sure if a question had been asked in the first place.

“I was asking if you’d mind if I stole T'Challa away for the day. I know some pretty good candidates for Queen of Wakanda that he should meet.”

You looked over to the other side of her where T'Challa was talking amicably with Tony and Steve. He was supposed to be there to see you and it hurt your feelings that his time was being taken up by someone else. At the same time, he was here for his country after all and that would always be his first priority no matter what. You plastered on a fake smile that just radiated crazy and nodded your head no to say you wouldn’t mind one bit to Natasha.

“Perfect! C’mon, T'Challa, if we hurry we can catch her before she leaves the tower.”

She quickly got up and grabbed him by the hand so he could follow her out. You waved meekly at him as they left and he threw you simple nod over his shoulder. The rest of the team left you sat at the table and you sulked around for the rest of the day. Not even your phone could keep you company since you kept hoping to see a notification from T'Challa. Eventually, you just tucked it under your pillow so you wouldn’t have to see the lack of attention you were getting from your best friend.

“So you know why I’m here, don’t you, Miss Romanoff?” T'Challa asked, giving Natasha a sideways glance as she drove well above the speed limit.

“We all knew the second you touched ground.” She said, her coy smile turning into a cocky smirk. “The only one who doesn’t know is Y/N.”

“Then where are you taking me?”

“Just somewhere to kill time. Y/N is gonna sweat it out for a little while and then I’ll take you back.”

“And d’you know somethin’ else, Waaandaaa?” You slurred out as you drunkenly waved around your sixth “glass” of wine. Each glass had been no less than a pint and you were drinking it like it was water.

“No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me.” Wanda said, suppressing giggles as she watched you pace back and forth across her room while she sat on her bed. She had offered you solace when she found you laying face down on the ground in your bathroom, an empty bottle of wine already in the trash can since day drinking was the only way you knew how to deal with your problems.

“I’m supposed t’be his ‘best friend’”, you put the last two words in air quotes, effectively sloshing wine all over the place, “so I should be the one helping him pick out a wife! And d’you know who it should be?”

“No, Y/N, who should it be?” Wanda was just humoring you now as she answered your rhetorical question.

“It should be-oh shit!” You began, but the rising bile in your throat cut your exclamation short.

You quickly ran to Wanda’s bathroom and threw up everything you ate in the last twenty four hours and then some. She went in after you and held your hair back as you barfed up the contents of your stomach into her toilet bowl. Her soothing voice did nothing as the retching continued and sweat formed on your brow. You were slightly distracted when you heard other people enter the bathroom and you wild be screamed had your mouth not already been preoccupied.

“Oh my god! What’s that-?” A voice came from the doorway, but stopped as soon as they saw you on the ground.

Natasha and T'Challa were back and they had gone looking for you. Well, they certainly found you and it was an absolute sight to behold. Nat clasped her hand to her mouth as she saw you kneeled in front of the toilet bowl and T'Challa looked at you with concern in his eyes.

“She’s sick!” He exclaimed, moving to help Wanda keep your hair out of your face.

“She’s drunk.” Wanda said simply, letting him help as she wiped her hands on the towel.

“Whuss goinon?” The words tumbled out as you sat back and moved away from the toilet, wiping your mouth on your sleeve.

“I thought you were going to look after her?” Natasha asked Wanda in an accusatory tone.

“Y/N was already working on the second bottle when I found her! She’s a very persistent drunk.” Wanda said, defensively crossing her arms over her chest.

“I’m fiiiine!” You said as you drunkenly hauled yourself up from the floor, using the walls to steady yourself.

“Just help me get her out of here.” Natasha went to grab your arm, but you swatted her away.

“No! I donwanna!” You moved so fast that you threw yourself off balance and luckily T'Challa caught you before you hit the ground. “Oh hey, Challie!”

“Hey, Y/N, why don’t I take you to bed? You must be tired.” His familiar voice instantly soothed you and you let him lead you of the room.

“Oh y’knowmeso wellllll.” You stared at him longingly, suddenly very aware of the arm he had wrapped around your waist. It was the last thing you remembered before you blacked out completely.

“Son of a-!” You awoke from a particularly troublesome dream some time later to find you were back in your room. The sudden movement from shooting up in your bed activated an aching headache and sent turned your stomach to knots.

“Good morning, Y/N.” T'Challa said warmly from cushy chair not too far from your bed.

“Holy-T'Challa, you scared the shit out of me.” Your hand was over your heart and the other was covering your eyes to block the bright sunshine as it poured in through the window. He laughed lightly at your disheveled appearance and you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle yourself.

“I take it you’re feeling better?” He asked as he handed you a cup of water and you graciously took it.

“Well I’m pretty sure I was more alcohol than anything else, but that was my own fault.” You said once you chugged all the water. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be finding your queen or something?”

“As a matter of fact, I already have.” He said, looking at you intently.

“What-you don’t-but the-I-I mean-that’s so-so cool.” The words spilled from your mouth and you collected yourself before you spoken again. “Who is she?”

“She’s an incredible woman actually,” he started as he moved to sit on the bed next to you, “and so strong. Not just her body, but her mind too. I’ve never known someone so extraordinary, but she hasn’t accepted my proposal yet.”

“Okay then she’s a real idiot if she doesn’t say yes.” You were immediately offended that this woman hadn’t jumped at the chance to be with T'Challa for the rest of her life.

“It’s not entirely her fault since I haven’t asked her.”

“Well? What are you waiting for?” You asked, just wanting this whole interaction to be over with.

“Nothing, now that she’s awake and incredibly hungover.” He said and it took you longer than you would have liked to put the pieces together.

“Oh shit, are you talking about me?” You asked incredulously.

“I am and I would have wanted to do this differently, but that’s not how we work is it?” He pulled out a beautiful ring from his pocket and held it up to you. “You’re my best friend, Y/N, and I don’t know anyone else I trust more to rule Wakanda with me. I love you as more than just my friend and I think you do too, so will you marry me?”

Your wide eyed stare and slack jawed expression gave him the only answer he needed. He slipped the ring on your finger and it fit perfectly. Now you were a different kind of nauseous, but it was definitely the good kind. He pulled you in and held you close as if you’d change your mind and run off. You now had every reason to stay with him and nothing was going to keep you away.