Nami of Wakanda Goes To The || Other Side

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"I wasn't expecting visitors" Zemo spoke, his European accent revealed. Ah, he wasn't American.

"You're not getting much after this" I raise my chin up, and walked briskly to a chair right in front of his containment cell. The only things that separated us were his cage and the table before me.

There was only one chair, so T'Challa had remained standing by my side. "Colonel Helmut Zemo, you're a Sokovian citizen who turned into a terrorist mastermind who sought revenge against the Avengers— I've done my research.

"Becoming obsessed with defeating and destroying them," I continued, "Knowing that you were no match for the Avengers, you instead planned to have them destroy each other by framing the Winter Soldier, causing Captain America to defend his friend from the world. This action caused the Avengers Civil War, also letting Iron Man discover that the Winter Soldier was also responsible for the deaths of his parents. And your last task was to kill yourself—" I rolled my eyes at him, having the courage to do so. "Which you failed, and now you're under the custody of some CIA man Ross for your imprisonment."

There was a silence that soon followed after, which gave me the time to observe the criminal before me, with him looking at me as well.

"Helmut Zemo, this is Princess Nami, another person that you have orphaned" T'Challa introduced me, a lump getting stuck in his throat. Hm, he seems to be much more affected by the sight of our father's murderer more than me.

I turned away from Zemo to face my brother, "You don't have to stay in here, T'Challa. /Okoye has been training me along with the other warriors in Dora Milaje. I won't go bald like them, but I am sure that I am as capable/"

I see T'Challa hesitate, shifting his balance uncomfortably from one foot to the other. From the corner of my eye, I see Zemo look up to my brother. "I cannot escape these restraints, believe me, king—"

"He is not, king" I am surprised by how loud my voice has gotten, "Not yet" I add. "Can please just leave?" I look up to T'Challa.

The look he was giving back to me said no. Until, "T'Challa, a word" someone had called from outside the room. A CIA agent.

"Go" I whisper.

Although T'Challa didn't want to leave me with a murderer who happened to be in a glass box and restrained to a chair if I may add.

"T'Challa" the CIA agent repeats himself. Even though T'Challa hasn't been crowned king, I am annoyed by the agent's ignorance by not calling him prince at the very least.

"Go" I nudge my brother away. "Just go, T'Challa. I'll be fine, Zemo's in a glass box—"

"Glass" my brother repeats to emphasize.

I groaned, pulling out a necklace from underneath my hoodie to show him that it'll be armed. I was very similar to what T'Challa uses, although newer than his but something I've worked on for years. It was my own creation, Shuri's made two— but I focus on the little things I think would be useful once I had to use the suit. The necklace was made of red rubies, although the shapes were smaller compared to T'Challa's, making it look like an accessory than a weapon.

I had connected my AI to the Panther Habit as well, an idea inspired by Stark. It's like I had added his ideas to Shuri's, quite easy. As simple as adding 2 and 2 and making sure that the answer is 4 and not 5.

It was capable of kinetic distribution as well as ambient energy conversion, heat and radiation immunity. "I'll be okay" I sighed, "Can you just leave? /I'll tell mother of your disobedience to your queen/"

T'Challa gives me a look, not just any annoyed or stunned face. He looks betrayed and threatened, indeed, I shouldn't have used the I'm-the-one-on-the-throne-not-you card. But he finally turns away to talk to the CIA agent.