Characters: Frank Castle, reader, mentions of others.
Summary: Frank Castle wasn’t an easy man to love but that didn’t stop you. From the ranks of the military to following the newspapers reporting his crimes, you still loved him. Once you got a chance to protect him in the only way you knew how, you were never gonna let him go again. (Takes place after Daredevil season 2, before The Punisher)
Warnings: Mentions of blood and death. Swearing. Sexy times bordering on smut?? idk.
A/N: I couldn’t stop myself. Seriously. Frank Castle has my heart and I’ve been binging Daredevil and Punisher for two weeks straight, mixed in with this song, It just had to happen. Please PLEASE let me know your thoughts. It’s been so long since I’ve been so jazzed about writing something. ANY feedback is adored and appreciated. Love you all!
Smoke filling the air began to disperse, but the smell of gunfire still lingered. Bodies littered the ground, your boots splattered and now sticky with blood. Replacing your Glock in it’s holster strapped to your thigh, the heat of the muzzle was still warm through your tactical pants from being recently fired.
Casting your gaze over the gory scene in a wooded clearing, you spotted the only other person standing, his eyes meeting yours. With a slight tilt of his head, he walked toward tree line and you followed, wiping away a trickle of blood that had run down your cheek from a cut above your eye.
Summary: Kilmonger takes over Wakanda during your visit
Warnings: major character(s) death, angst, little fluff
Reader: Alpha Female Reader
Pairings: Beta Frank x Alpha Reader x Omega Matt
Word Count: 2956
A/n: I’m so sorry! Matt and Frank are not in this part - they’re mentioned but do not show up, but I promise they will be kicking ass (literally) in the next part!
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The instant Kilmonger busted the doors wide open and marched towards the throne you knew shit was about to go down. You stepped to the side allowing him to walk to the foot of the steps in front of T’Challa.
One glance at Yelena was all it took for the Widow to disappear into the background and then the room. The arrival of Erik Kilmonger only meant one thing; a Wakandan civil war was to take place. You wouldn’t leave T’Challa but you feared the number of supporters Kilmonger had. As much as you cared for T’Challa your life and the livelihood of your people came first which meant you had to return to your kingdom in one peace… eventually.
“I’m afraid I must urge you to return to your home,” T’Challa tells you softly as everyone prepares for the challenge. You look out the window.
“I think it’s a little late for that,” you tell him. The two of you watch Kilmonger supporters create a blockade around the city.
You could leave, of course, but it would cause a war to break out between your kingdom and Kilmonger. If Kilmonger wins the challenge, then that war becomes a war against all of Wakanda. If you stay, and T’Challa wins, then your friendship is strengthened within the public eye. If you stay, and he loses, things will become a little more dangerous. It’s a risk - you know this - but it’s one you see no other choice but to take.
Plus, you have faith in Yelena. You know she’ll slip past everyone and get to Maria and Sharon. The two will return to your kingdom and rally a force to come for you should you need it while Yelena plays messenger between you and them.
“Can you beat him?” You ask, T’Challa. He hesitates making your heart drop.
“I will beat him,” He assures you.
“Practice that line in the mirror a few times before you tell that to your mother, will you?” You ask, lightly teasing him. T’Challa smiles at you. “My people are with you, T’Challa. If the worst is to happen…” Your voice fades.
“My mother and my sister… keep them safe… I do not know who within my council I can trust to stay loyal to them should I fall. I fear some have been won over by his speech,” T’Challa whisper.
“We’ll keep them safe, and I’ll make sure that they reclaim the throne should you lose it,” You promise him. He thanks you quietly before wakling away.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Natasha says. “We don’t know anything about Kilmonger. We don’t know how he fights or his true motives. What does he plan to do if he takes the throne?”
“Hopefully, we won’t have to find out,” You mutter.
“I know you better than that,” Natasha says. “You don’t leave anything to chance and hope. You plan, you strategize for every possible outcome,” You send her a sly smile. “Mind cluing me in?”
“It’s as I told the king, Nat. Should he fall you’re going to get his mother and sister out of Wakanda. Keep them safe. If T’Challa loses they’re officially under my protection and are to be guarded at all costs. Shuri is showing potential of presenting as Alpha. Kilmonger won’t wait that long, he’ll kill her on spot. We have to keep her alive long enough to present and then we will put her on the throne,”
“And if she doesn’t?” Natasha asks. “She could easily become a beta,” You hum in agreement and look back out the window. Your eyes fall on Nakia.
“There are better options than Erik,” You whisper. “No shortage of potential alpha Wakandan rulers,”
“And what about you?” Natasha asks. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you said I would get them out. You’re my king. You’re my priority,”
“Your job is to follow my orders. Those are your orders,” You growl authoritatively. “I plan to leave with you, but should we separate you’re to get them out then, if you would be so kind, bring the army to collect me,”
“I doubt I’d need anyone other than your two mates, but I’ll bring a few more able bodies souls,” Natasha smirks. You wince slightly at the mention of your mates. The whole world should know about the challenge by now seeing as the place is crawling with reporters.
“Let’s just bet on the fact that T’Challa wins, and all our plotting is unnecessary,”
T’Challa did not win. He lost - killed on national television.
Instantly Natasha was pulling you away from the scene where you met up with Nakia and Okoye who had the queen mother and princess. T’Challa had told them about his wishes for Shuri and his mother to escape with you.
Kilmonger also anticipated this. His soldiers found your group and circled around you. You, Natasha, Nakia and Okoye formed a protective circle around Shuri and Ramonda. The four of you were able to fight off soldiers and continue towards your escape route.
Then you were separated. Natasha and Nakia were able to stay with Shuri and Ramonda while you and Okoye were forced down a different path.
Natasha instantly tried to follow after you, but it would have been suicide. Nakia was quick to grab her jacket vowing that Okoye would protect you, but they had to keep moving. Natasha hated leaving you and feared the wrath of your mates if you didn’t catch up with them.
“Natasha, we cannot wait any longer,” Nakia stresses as the four of them hide out at the edge of the territory. It was the meeting spot, and you haven’t arrived yet.
“We stay,” Natasha doesn’t budge. She isn’t leaving you.
“If we get caught, Erik will have control over Wakanda’s future as well as your kingdoms. That’s too much power,” Nakia argues quietly leaving the Shuri and Ramonda to grieve together. Natasha’s jaw ticks.
“And if it was the other way around?” Natasha asks her. “If my king was here but Shuri was stuck inside. Would you come with us to safety?” She wonders. Nakia holds her gaze for a moment before looking away. Natasha nods looking back to the castle - visible from a distance. “We wait,” She decides.
“I will only wait a few more minutes,” Nakia tells her.
A rhythmic whistle flows through the air. Natasha’s head whips around.
“What? What is it?” Nakia questions growing tense.
“New plan,” Natasha says, leading Nakia toward Shuri and Ramonda. “You’re going to take them and go in that direction until you meet my sister, Yelena. Tell her about the orders from our kings. She’ll get you all to safety,”
“And what about you?” Shuri asks.
“I won’t leave my king behind,” Natasha tells her. She then looks into the distance and whistles loudly in response.
“Be careful,” Nakia says. Natasha gives her a smile before she departs from the ground.
Okoye was forced to turn you over. She as fully prepared to go against Kilmonger but you wouldn’t let her break her oath to the throne. You wouldn’t put her soldiers at risk for your life. Their chance to fight would come. If they are to die it should be for their own monarchy, not for an outsider. Your own people will come. They will fight with the loyal Wakandans. You will get your freedom and they will get their war. Everyone just had to be patient.
“Y/n Y/l/n,” Erik says walking up to your cell.
You stay seated on the ground, your back pressed against the wall. Even though Erik was standing, standing above you, you showed more disrespect toward him by remaining seated.
With Fisk it was the opposite. Standing taller than him would remind him of his childhood and how everyone stood above him and beat him to the ground.
Staying seated with Erik showed him that he didn’t have respect from other kings. You didn’t see him as an equal thus couldn’t be bothered to stand for him. You knew a little bit about Erik Kilmonger and you knew he wanted respect; to be seen as an equal - even superior - to other monarchs.
You lived to piss off weaker men.
“King,” You correct him. “You may address me as your majesty, royal highness, or alpha. I’ve earned that Erik,” Kilmonger snarls as you get under his skin. You just stare into his eyes with indifference.
“And you may address me as king as well,”
“Oh? I didn’t realize you had your coronation. I mean you only just murdered the true king,”
“I didn’t murder him. I won, fair and square. I will have my coronation and you will respect me,” He states. You stare at him before lifting your eyebrows.
“A lion doesn’t go around telling everyone he’s the king. People already know… If you have to remind everyone that you have the throne now… What does that say about your rule?” You wonder.
“I’m not here to discuss my throne,” Erik snarls. You huff out a laugh.
“So,your royal highness -” You name without an ounce of courtesy. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” You ask, opening your arms in mock welcome. Everything you did just made him tick. You wondered how long it would be until you pushed him over the edge.
Then Erik’s expression changed. He smirked and stepped away from your cell. You were curious but you sure as hell didn’t show him that.
“You look uncomfortable, your majesty,” Erik bows politely. “Let’s bring your out of that stuffy cell and get you into a chair,” He decides.
Two men enter the room and grab your roughly. Your dragged out of the cell and into an adjacent room. You’re forced into a chair and tied down.
“There that’s better, isn’t it?”
“Your consideration knows no bounds,” You smirk back at him. “What can I do for you?” You ask.
“I want in on your riches and assets,” He states. “You just got a lot from defeating Fisk; I want in on what you claimed.”
“And what did you do to help me claim it?” You ask.
“Nothing,” He admits. “But I’ll let you live long enough to enjoy it,”
“How kind,” You roll your eyes.
“I also want my men on your council and a hefty chunk of your territory. Wakanda is one of the smallest countries. That isn’t fair,”
“Wakanda is the third largest country,” You deadpan. “I just surpassed them by winning the war and the only bigger is that under the Guardians treaty,”
“I’m glad you brought that up,” Erik smirks. “I also want your support in taking over the Guardian’s treaty. There’s simply too much neutral space,”
“Would you like my first born on top of that?” You wonder.
“Are you offering?” He asks, smirking. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you something in return. You’ll have first pick in our distribution of weapons, medicine and technology,”
That was tempting. However, it wasn’t worth anything he was asking for in return. You had faith that Natasha had gotten Shuri out safely. If she becomes an alpha, you’ll see to it that she retakes the throne, and you’ll work out a more enjoyable deal.
“I’m not giving you any land or any of the riches you didn’t earn. The Guardian’s treaty isn’t mine to speak for, but I will tell you my loyalty to Gamora outweighs mine to you. No deal,” You shake your head.
“Well then, if we can’t come to an agreement on that… I’m gonna need you to sign over your kingdom to me,”
You couldn’t help it. You laughed at his audacity.
“I’m just going to let you guess my answer to that,” You laugh shaking your head.
“If I kill you right now,” Erik says, pulling his gun out of his holster. “Your kingdom has no heir, and I will claim it,” You scoff. “Do you not fear death?” He asks.
“Not from you,” You shake your head. “You’re not going to kill me,”
“Oh, yeah?” Erik asks, crossing his arms. You nod.
“You killed T’Challa but that was - as painful as it is to admit - justified because it was a fair challenge,” You grumble. “You kill me? You might as well get on national television and declare a world war. Because if I die, my kingdom will reign hell on you. You’ll fight back with your allies and my allies will come to the fight as well. My side won the last war and you’re not even crowned king yet. Do you think your sitting firm enough in your throne to win this war?” You ask out loud.
“You’re not going to kill me, Erik. Every moment you keep me here you risk war. You just threw the rightful ruler off the throne and your first act is to declare war? On me?” You tsk and shake your head. “You’re going to release me and focus on your own country before you try to spill into mine. I’m not giving you shit, boy. I worked for what I have. I have fought and bled for my people; I will not stop now. You don’t scare me. I’ve looked the devil in the eyes and slapped the shit out of him while my mate pissed on his boot,”
Erik scoffs obviously not believing it. Your smirk turns blood thirsty. You let out a psychotic laugh.
“Oh, you’re thinking I’m talking about my queen Matthew, aren’t you?” You ask, tilting your head. “Oh, no, darling. I’ll give you the insiders exclusive… Matt’s not my only mate,” You whisper. Erik lifts his eyebrow. “You ever hear a story about the Punisher? Frank Castle? How about Daredevil?” You ask. You don’t reveal Daredevil’s name. Let Erik think you have three other mates.
“You expect me to believe they’re your mates?” He asks.
“Do you know anything about my family? The rumors of my relationship with Frank Castle aren’t that old,” You tell him.
“Oh, right,” Erik nods. “You, Frank and some bitch named Maria,” The snarl you released was low and deadly. “Only I thought she had died and he husband left you?”
“Do you know what I did to the man responsible for her death?” You ask quietly. “I pushed a knife through the center of his throat and carved out the right side of it. Kept it as a souvenir,” The last bit was a lie but Erik obviously believed it.
“Unless you want to meet not only my wrath but the wrath of my mates - plus my kingdom, they seem to like me being their king - I’d let me go,”
“I didn’t come this far to not get what I want,”
“Spoken like a true child,” You grumble.
The door down the hallway slams open and in comes Natasha. You perk up only to see her being dragged in with multiple guns on her.
“Now you’ve done it,” You growled.
“She’s one off yours, isn’t she?” Erik asks. Natasha is forced onto her knees. The gunmen remain a safe distance. She spits out some blood and glares at him. When her eyes finally fall on you, she gives you a small nod. You relax the slightest bit knowing that Shuri and her mother are safe.
“She’s taken out about a dozen of our men.” One of the guards informs him.
“Only?” You ask. Natasha shrugs.
“It’s an off day,”
“Boy did your men get lucky,” you tell Erik. He hums and points a gun at her temple. “Chose your next actions very carefully,” You snarl.
“Meet my demands,” Erik says. Your jaw clenches.
“No,” You growled. Erik sighs and points the gun to her arm and pulls the trigger. Your eyes flare with rage as she gasps with rage. For the first time in years, you see genuine fear in her eyes but she masks it well.
“I will kill her,” Erik tells you.
“You kill her you declare war against my kingdom,”
“Apparently war is inevitable,” Erik shrugs. “Whether I kill her or not; whether I kill you or not I go to war. The only way to prevent it is to agree to my demands. Do that we avoid war, and she lives,”
You couldn’t do it. You knew he wasn’t bluffing but you couldn’t do it. The contract would be binding. Even when he releases you, you’d have no choice but to follow through. You couldn’t do it.
“No,” you tell him, your voice shaking just a bit. You look at Natasha begging her to understand. She gives you a bloody grin and begins to whistle. A tear slips down your eye as Erik pulls the trigger preventing her from finishing.
You watch Natasha fall limp to the ground. The blood began to pool around her. It didn’t feel real at first. Erik was speaking but you weren’t listening. You were looking at her.
You grew up with Natasha. Natasha, Yelena, and Valkyrie were your group of girls growing up. You went on adventures all throughout the castle. It hurt when Valkyrie returned to her kingdom, but she was still alive and visited. Natasha’s gone and there’s no bringing her back.
When you finally looked at Kilmonger all he saw was death in your eyes. You were void of all emotion. Then you whispered two words the shook him to his core and had him marching out of the room.
“You’re dead,”
Natasha’s body was left for you to watch. Even as Kilmonger’s men tried to beat you into submission. Every minute you looked at Natasha and every hit that landed on your body just fed your rage. It fed the beast inside of you.
Special shout out to @raelwrites (I really hope that tagged you correctly) for inspiring me to write this fiction series with her own series called - Gunpowder and Cinnamon! It’s worth a look! Promise!
Once Matt entered the private room, he released a large sigh. He heard Frank coming up to him and Matt practically rushed to meet him. Frank grinned pulling Matt into his arms.
“You were perfect, baby,” Frank whispered, kissing the top of his head. Matt hums breathing in his scent and basking in his warmth.
“I wish you were out there with us,” Matt mumbled.
“I know,” Frank whisper, holding him even tighter. “Soon,” He promises. “Whenever you need me just focus on the upper balcony. I’ll be hiding there with a few friends,”
“Then I’ll never focus on anything else,” Matt murmurs. Frank smirks leaning Matt’s head back. Matt huffs resting his head against Franks.
“I know today is going to be a lot, alright? It’s going to be long and filled with political bullshit, but Y/n is going to be right by your side the entire time,” Frank promises. “She won’t let you go through this alone,”
“She had too,” Matt whispers.
“Yeah,” Frank sighs hating that he couldn’t be with you when you desperately needed someone by your side. He wasn’t exactly excited about the new restrictions on his Punisher activities but if it cleaned his image and allowed him to be with the two of you, he’d do it without muchcomplaining. “But now none of us have to do anything alone anymore and we both have you to thank for that,” Matt blushes a little bit.
Adjusting to Daredevil was more natural than he thought it would be. Well, natural in the terms of fighting. The two of them could read each other easily and hardly needed to talk to understand the next move. The no-killing deal was hard to get behind. Matt was always there to stop him, and it was beyond annoying.
The two of them pull apart as you come into the room. You quickly shut the door behind you before anyone can peak in. You - like Matt had done - release a large sigh causing them both to smile.
“Matt - baby - you did so well,” You praise walking up to him. Before he could say anything, you’re giving him a small kiss. Being between you and Frank while kissing you made all the stress from the day slowly dissipate. “Finally… I have a queen,” You whisper against his lips. “A very handsome one at that,” You flirt.
Matt blushes and takes cover in the crook of your neck. You smile holding him closely. The two of you couldn’t hide for long, however. You had to meet with all the guests, shake hands, and make small talk.
“We have a few minutes but not long. Go take a seat because you’ll be on your feet all day,” You push him towards the chair before turning towards Frank.
Frank straightens his suit and gives a little spin. You laugh pulling him towards you. Your lips eagerly met, and he greedily pulled you into him. You moan softly before forcing yourself to pull away.
“Thank you for dressing up,” You whisper, running your hands over his chest.
“I expect a reward later,” He muttered, and you laugh but send him a wink. “I love you,” He whispers.
“I love you too,” You kiss him again before stepping away.
You grab Matt, and together the two of you enter the crowd. Matt keeps his arm linked with yours allowing you to guide him through the crowd. He was eternally grateful you advocated to keep the scents of the flowers and candles to be light. If all the scents overwhelmed him, he could either focus on the neutral scents or on you. Let’s be real, if anything became overwhelming, he naturally focused on you.
You were a calming beckon for him. He focused on everything about you from your silk dress to your steady heartbeat. He knew he was safe with you, especially since he could easily find Frank on the upper deck.
Being beside you and knowing Frank was close made it easier to deal with everyone. You guided him through the crowd introducing him to everyone. He met kings and queens, lords and ladies.
“Valkyrie,” You greeted with a smile.
“Please, today is a day of friendship and happiness. There’s no need to be formal, especially with me,” she says giving you a giant grin. “I’m Brunnhilde,” She introduces herself to Matt. “And I like to think of myself as Y/n closest friend,” She smirks.
“Easy, Natasha is around here somewhere,” You joke. She scoffs.
“I’ll take on that old spider anytime,” Brunnhilde waves dismissively. The two of you laugh.
“Matt, Brunnhilde spent a few years here as my father’s ward. We grew close during that time,”
“The only person to come close to drinking me under the table,” Brunnhilde boast. “But not quite,” You roll your eyes.
“I’m just happy we were able to make fools out of Thor and Loki,” you said, and she laughs loudly.
“As if that’s hard,” She smirks, and you agree. “I heard through the grapevine that you’re about to make a handsome deal with me,”
“You’d think by now I’d know how much of a security risk Banner is,” You grumble rolling your eyes.
“Oh, relax,” Brunnhilde pats your shoulder. “He’s only an open book with a select few and nobody can keep anything from me,” She winks at you.
“Yes, I plan on making a deal with a few people but today’s not the day to discuss these matters,” you tell her.
“Of course! Today isn’t about us, it’s about your queen. I’ll tell you now he’ll be the envy of the kingdom,” She smirks winking at you.
“No,” You whisper turning your head towards him. “I’ll be…” You mutter kissing his cheek lightly. Matt smiles bumping his head against yours. “Excuse us,”
You continue to lead Matt around. Not everyone was as pleasant as others, but Matt was handling everything well. When you noticed he needed a break you took him to the side for a breather. Never once did you pull your arm from his.
“How did you do this by yourself?” Matt asks under his breath. “All the lies and fake politeness, the politics and handshakes,”
“My coronation wasn’t quite like this,” you tell him. “My father had just passed so there were more condolences and even more lies. Lies of loyalty and support. Fake kindnesses. Everyone’s everyone’s friend in times of grief and celebration,”
“I’m sorry,” Matt whispers, rubbing his head against your neck. You lightly shush him before moving his head back to kiss his lips.
“Don’t ever hesitate to ask me anything. I’ll tell you everything,” You promise. “Life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows - you know this. I’ll share everything with you. The laughs and the heartbreaks,”
“I love you,” Matt whispers. You grin from ear to ear, pulling him impossibly closer.
“I love you too, my queen,” You mutter before kissing him again. “Come on, the night isn’t over yet,” Matt groans but lets you pull him back into the crowd.
“Excuse me, I’d like to give my congratulations,” A gentle, low tone says from behind you. When you turn you give the man one of the few genuine smiles of the day.
“T’Challa,” You greet giving him a warm side hug - still not willing to release your omega. “I’m glad you could make it, I understand you’re going through some… difficulties at home,”
“Nothing I cannot manage, I assure you,” T’Challa promises. “Are you still planning on visiting in a few weeks?” He asks.
“Yes, I have things I’d rather discuss with you in person,” You tell him.
“Then we will eagerly await your arrival,” T’Challa nods, bowing slightly. You return the bow out of respect. Not one for unnecessary discussions, T’Challa takes his leave.
“He’s lying,” Matt whispers just for you. “The problem in Wakanda is bigger than he’s letting on,” You hum thoughtfully but knowing now isn’t the time to discuss things.
“Ah, Mr. Stark…”
The night couldn’t be over fast enough. When the crowd thinned, and you finally led him back to the room Matt finally allowed himself to relax. You laughed softly as he unceremoniously collapsed on the bed. You begin to undress yourself when Frank climbs in through the window. You didn’t bother scolding him.
“Come here,” Frank murmurs to you. You grin swaying your hips as you move to him. Frank growls grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. “You look beautiful,” He whispers lightly kissing your lips. “Stunning,” He adds, going for your throat. “Regal,”
“Help me out of my dress,” You whisper. Frank nips your bear shoulder before turning you around. His warm, calloused fingers pull the zipper of your dress down your back. When the fabric falls to the floor your left in your underwear only - no bra.
Frank moans, his hands squeezing your hips before delicately grazing up your sides before stopping at their destination - you tits. You moan quietly, leaning your head back on his shoulder as he massages the both of them simultaneously.
“You know,” You whisper, glancing at Matt - who’s still laying on the bed. “I’m not the one that was coronated today,” You let out a low groan when Frank tweaks your nipples and grinds his bulge against your ass.
“You’re right,” He whispers, giving your shoulder a kiss before walking around you and towards Matt.
One week after Matt’s coronation positive report about the Punisher begin to flow in. Natasha gave them to you with a knowing grin - she knew (and approved) of what you were doing.
Two weeks after the coronation your deal with Valkyrie and the Guardians was complete. The first stages were in motion as well as the plan to distribute the wealth among your people.
Three weeks after the coronation you prepare for your trip to Wakanda.
“I don’t think you should go,” Matt says, standing to the side with his arms crossed. “Everything is pointing towards a mutiny in Wakanda. It’ll happen any day now, I don’t want you there,”
“Now is the best time to go,” you tell him. “It’s fall and absolutely beautiful there,” You explain.
“No offense, but I don’t exactly care about what season Wakanda is going through,” Matt snips.
“You should,” you tell him. “Even the blind can appreciate the change in seasons,” you say. Matt sighs frustratingly.
“Fine, I’ll bite, what’s up with the change of season?” He questions.
“It’s nearly winter. Leaves are falling off the trees but there’s still decent cover. There’re not many hiding places for the enemy to claim and with all the leaves on the ground you’ll hear anyone coming,” You explain.
“If you brought me, you wouldn’t have to worry about that,” Matt tells you again.
“No,” You shake your head.
“So, you can risk your life, but I can’t risk mine?”
“Oh, don’t pull that card. You get to risk your life every day as Daredevil, love,” You tell him.
“Is that what this is about? You need some kind of adventure?” He asks and you sigh finally coming to stand in front of him.
“No,” You whisper, resting your hands on his hips. “I’m not taking you because you lived in the center of a war for most of your life and you choose to partake in violent activities at night with Frank. I don’t want to bring you to Wakanda because of the threat of another war. I don’t want you to go through anymore violence than you already are,” Matt opens his mouth, but you lightly shush him, pulling him closer. “I have to go, baby. The deal between me and T’Challa will help solidify his hold on the throne. Me going shows solidarity and I just won a war against a very powerful opponent,”
“At least take Frank with you. Don’t go alone,” Matt whispers, his hands rubbing your arms.
“No can do, baby. You’re still new to the kingdom and I don’t trust everyone in court to be kind to you. Frank stays with you,” You whisper kissing his forehead and stepping back. Matt growls running his hand through his hair. “I’m not going alone, love,” You promise. “I’m not that stupid,”
“Who are you taking?” Matt asks.
“Natasha and Yelena,” you tell him. “Maria and Sharon will be waiting on the outskirts of the kingdom ready to come if we need them. We’re keeping our party small,”
“Small party, less casualties,” Matt growls.
“If we bring too many, we’ll make the people of Wakanda nervous. Our business with Valkyrie and the Guardians isn’t public yet. We bring too many people they might feel like we’re invading or planning a takeover. In their eyes we already have Fisk’s territory why not T’Challa’s as well? Why not take his kingdom out from under him while he’s busy with this Erik Killmonger bullshit?”
Matt growls pacing. You watch him for a moment before returning to his side. You let out a low purr while guiding him into your arms. He was still huffing and puffing but you eventually got him to relax.
“I know you’re worried, baby,” You whisper. “But there’s nothing - not even death herself - that will stop me from coming back to you,” You promise.
“That’s not entirely comforting,” Matt whisper. He leans back and presses his head against yours. “I don’t want you going. I don’t doubt you can handle yourself and I know this is important but I’m still asking you to stay,” Matt pleads. “I don’t want you to be there when the threat of war turns into reality. I don’t want you in danger or getting hurt,”
“I’m king, Matt,” You whisper. “I’ll never be safe,”
“You are,” He states as fact instead of opinion. “Right here, in my arms. The only way you could possibly be safer is if Frank was with us,”
“I love you, Matt Murdock,” You whisper, pressing your lips against his.
Despite all the effort not only Matt put in but Frank as well to keep you from going to Wakanda - you still went. T’Challa is someone you strongly respect and a very close friend. Taking risks is what being king is. T’Challa is worth the risk.
Only, Killmonger anticipated your move. There were only a select few things where you were predictable in and Killmonger picked up on it. He timed his revolution against T’Challa perfectly with your arrival to Wakanda. When you were in the throne room greeting T’Challa Killmonger busted through the door and challenged the king for the throne through death by combat.
You really should have stayed with Frank and Matt.
