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Fill: Opposites (2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

Shuri continues her measured strikes, counting down each of the deaths as she watches Wanda's skin flare red beneath her whip.

Wanda makes little sounds when she is struck, tiny whimpers or little yelps or the occasional hissed breath between her teeth, but she is mostly silent.

Shuri isn't quite sure if that is a good or bad thing, but regardless, she follows each strike with gentle praise and encouragement.

Only seven to go. Sweet girl.

Five more. Stay strong.

Last three. You're doing so well.

“Eleven,” Shuri lists at length, looking over the girl's reddening back and thighs before coiling the whip up and setting it aside. “Face me, Wanda Maximoff.”

Wanda takes a long second before she moves, slowly gathering her arms beneath her before she pushes herself back onto her knees like a cat and sits up to look at her.

To her surprise, Wanda's face is soaked with tears when she raises it to meet her gaze, and Shuri takes a long moment to stroke Wanda's cheeks dry with the pads of her thumbs.

She is surprisingly calm, despite the tears, and Shuri hopes that is a good sign as she helps Wanda to tug her nightshirt back over her head.

“You have paid for your part in this,” she tells Wanda quietly, crawling up onto the mattress beside her. “As Princess of Wakanda and second heir to the throne, I officially forgive you all fault for what happened to my countrymen in Lagos. In the eyes of all Wakanda, you are innocent.”

For a moment Shuri is afraid that Wanda will laugh – that she will call her on her bullshit and refuse to take her mockery of a proclamation as having any value – but Wanda just looks up at her with those big, green, far too trusting eyes as her bottom lip begins to wobble, and a moment later Shuri is gathering the girl's sobbing form into her arms once more.

They stay like that for a good long while, until Wanda's tears run dry and her body loses the tension she's been carrying in her shoulders for far too long, and Shuri nuzzles her face into Wanda's hair in content.

Shuri wants to revel in this moment – holding Wanda close enough to share body heat in the cool air conditioning of the palace, with Wanda staying calm and relaxed in her arms for much longer than she had ever allowed before – but it still seems far too soon before Wanda is gently squirming for space and Shuri must let her go.

But she isn't willing to let Wanda leave just yet.

“Please, stay the night?” she offers. “Just so you don't have to be alone.”

Wanda considers her offer, hesitates for a long moment as her brows draw tight in debate, but in the end she glances up to meet Shuri’s eyes and nods.

“Just for tonight,” she whispers.

Shuri beams.

She is quick to scramble back beneath the covers, feeling like a giddy child as she flips the sheets down for Wanda to crawl in bedside her.
Wanda is far more subdued, clearly exhausted by the whole ordeal as she inches herself down under the sheets before collapsing back into the pillows in defeat.

“My sweet, gentle Wanda,” Shuri croons, tugging the covers over Wanda as she settles the sleepy witch into the bed beside her. “Everything is going to be okay.”

And as Shuri falls asleep, tucked snug and warm up against Wanda's side with their fingers intertwined, she wonders if this might be what love feels like.

*****

The day comes when Steve Rogers must leave Wakanda, Wilson and Romanoff and Barton and Lang all following his lead, and Shuri feels her heart break a little when Wanda announces that she will be leaving with them as well.

Shuri doesn't want her to go - doesn't want her to put herself at risk like this, not when she's finally healing – but she will not imprison Wanda here if she wants to leave.

Shuri understands that a gilded cage is still a cage, and she will not take away Wanda's freedom like that.

She can feel a sting in her eyes and in the back of her throat as she watches Wanda carefully pack all of her gifts into a little bag and zip it closed.

Her voice fails her when her brain screams at her to beg Wanda to stay, if even just a little bit longer.

She feels numb as she quietly follows Wanda up to the landing platform to wish the rogue Avengers goodbye.

She forces a smile that feels like a lie as she hugs Wanda one last time, wishing she could just pull the girl right into the aching hollow in her chest.

“Keep in contact,” Shuri orders her, knowing her words have no power.

“I will,” Wanda says.

They both know she's lying.

Shuri lets Wanda back slowly out of her arms, the girl's eyes shimmering with barely-restrained tears, and watches with an aching throat as Wanda crosses to take Barton’s offered hand and follow him into the jet.

Wanda doesn't look back.

Shuri isn't sure if she should be upset or grateful for that.

Captain Rogers lingers behind for a moment after the others have all boarded the jet, and Shuri is quick to compose herself when she realizes that he is looking at her.

The soldier gives her a moment to control her emotions – to swallow back the burning lump that is sitting heavily in her throat and blink the pooling water from her eyes – before approaching her.

“Don't worry about Wanda,” he tells her gently. “We're all going to be keeping an eye on her. She'll be okay.”

Shuri nods, throat too tight to speak.

She trusts him, she trusts all of them, but it still hurts to see her go, and no amount of reassurance is going to change that.

She watches Steve board the jet.

She watches them take off and turn onto course.

She watches the tiny aircraft carry them further and further away into the bright blue sky.

Shuri stands out on the platform until her eyes can no longer see the dark speck of the jet, then she runs back to her room and locks herself inside to cry.

*****

Shuri doesn't want to hate the robot.

But she does.

The first word she’s heard from Wanda in almost two years, and it's a desperate plea to try and save the life of the android who has seemingly taken her place in the little witch's life.

Shuri wants to refuse.

Hell, she wants throw a tantrum.

This is the man that betrayed Wanda – the one that let Stark lock her up in that awful place without saying a word in her defense – what right had he to hold her heart?

It's not fair.

But Wanda is begging her.

She can hear the desperation in her tone, the familiar little tremble in her voice that she gets when she's holding back tears, and Shuri caves.

She doesn't want to lose Wanda to Vision, but she knows that Wanda has lost enough people she loves as it is.

Another death may well break her beyond repair.

And so Shuri agrees.

She will do what she can to save Vision.

She gets a text from her brother barely a minute later confirming that Steve Rogers is heading toward Wakanda.

Shuri resists throwing her phone aside and instead moves to prepare her lab.

When Shuri sees Wanda again, the girl seems somehow…different than Shuri remembers. More somber.

More cold.

Wanda doesn't run to greet her with a smile and a hug as Shuri had been hopelessly daydreaming. Instead Wanda is supporting the weight of a red-skinned man almost a foot taller than her, and greets Shuri with a thank you that feels more like something exchanged between foreign dignitaries than fiends.

Shuri hates it.

She also hates the hunted, haunted look in Wanda's eyes as she fights some mental battle that Shuri can only guess at, but that she doesn't dare ask about.

She doesn't feel like she's in a position to do that anymore.

She instructs the android to lie across her lab table and does a few preliminary scans, seeing if the stone can be removed without killing him.

She does her best to ignore the fact that Wanda's eyes don't leave Vision for a minute.

Shuri is a bit short with Banner.

A mistake that she would normally forgive and reassure gets a stinging reply of “I'm sure you did your best.”

She knows that she shouldn't take her irritation out on them – that they've done nothing to deserve attitude from her – but Shuri is feeling childish and hurt, and it is in part due to this man that she is having to fix her own replacement, so she can't quite bring herself to feel any remorse over her comment.

Not even when Okoye gives her a mildly scolding look.

Everything turns quickly into a mess from there. Alien troops arrive, seeking the stone, and Shuri watches her brother and Okoye and the Avengers head out to meet them.

Wanda stays at her side, offering protection and reassurance - more so than the posted guards could ever hope to – and Shuri does her best to fix the android as a battle rages outside.

She doesn't want to lose her Wanda to this artificial life form, but she desperately wants to see her smile again, and she is not so petty that she would put the universe in jeopardy over her personal gripe with the Vision.

She works as fast as she can, untangling weeks of work and setting it straight at lightning pace, but the fight outside is becoming louder, getting closer, and she finds her hands trembling as she navigates her tech.

A dreadful crash that shakes the whole palace has both her and Wanda startling like rabbits, and she glances over her shoulder in time to see some type of war machine tear through the city's border. Wanda crosses to the window, her pale face looking almost white as she takes in the scene below, and Shuri swallows hard as she forces her attention back to her work.

A moment later the ground shakes again, and Shuri glances up in time to meet Wanda's worried gaze.

This isn't going well.

“I'm going to help them,” Wanda says, voice quiet but resolute.

Some bad feeling twists in Shuri’s stomach at that – a sudden, unexplained anxiety that screams with heat at her temples that she needs to stop Wanda from leaving this room.

That she needs to keep her near because something bad is about to happen, and she doesn't know what.

“Be careful,” is all she manages, voice rasping through her tense throat.
Wanda gives her a smile, the tiny hint of something genuine shining through her anxiety.

“You too, Shuri.”

And then she is squaring her shoulders, shaking off the little cracks of vulnerability as she walks to the glass double doors with her head held high and throws them open with a careless wave of her hand.

She watches Wanda run out on the balcony, watches her launch herself into the air on a burst of crimson energy, and Shuri pointedly turns her attention back to her task as Wanda directs her descent toward the battlefield.

She has a sick, sinking feeling that she can't quite seem to shake…

The feeling that something bad is coming, something that she can no longer prevent.

. . .

The sinking feeling that something is about to go terribly wrong, and that she is never going to see Wanda ever again.

Re: Fill: Opposites (2/2)

[(Anonymous)]

Not the OP, but oh my gosh this is awesome!! Thanks for sharing it. I absolutely loved their interactions, the scene, the really sweet hint at aftercare. ACKSKCSL. This is great.