Everything had happened way too fast. Gunshot screaming over sounds of fighting and weapons clanging, it was suddenly like the world had gone QUIET. The bullet was aimed at her, it took a moment for Shuri’s smart brain to process it. A consequence of her threatening John Walker’s companion, which in turn had been caused by the two American heroes disrespecting her people. Pointy sticks and a misogynistic pat on the shoulder had pushed the Dora Milaje to attack, Shuri losing her temper even quicker than them. She wasn’t even supposed to be there, to be fair, but when Ayo had told her Bucky was hanging out with Zemo — her father’s assassin —, the princess of Wakanda had been the one to drive the airship to Riga. Lots of anger and fury had been the feeling Shuri had aimed at the white guy she had fixed since the moment she had set foot in Europe, but taking a bullet for her wasn’t something she would have asked him to do. Especially not by the hand of Secondhand Captain America, whose purpose and ideals definitely looked DIFFERENT since Steve Roger had gotten too old to wear the suit. When her brother had explained what had happened to Cap — taking a trip back in time, getting married and old and showing up on a bench like he was a much older version of Forrest Gump — Shuri had almost believed the king of Wakanda was fooling her. Crazy what people would sacrifice to get a second chance with the girl of their dreams... She wouldn’t know, she had always preferred Star Wars to Disney fairytales, before they also became Disney. But that was definitely not the point right now. The point was that Zemo was gone and so were Walker and partner. And Bucky was bleeding. « What the hell Bucky?!? » Was that her way of showing CONCERN and saying thank you as she immediately reached to assess the wound? Possibly. « Where is my arm?! » That would have shielded him from the bullet, but she hadn’t seen Ayo deactivating it in the rage of battle. « Don’t move, I’ll take care of this. »
