A/N - Shuri is talking to the people from Wakanda in Xhosa but I can't type that, now can I? So English it is.
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DoorMan #20
Seattle [January 18, 2008]
–Shuri Udaku–
Smiling, she entered her apartment, only to lose it as she scowled at the Dora Milaje standing still in her living room.
"What are you doing there? Get off the window!" She hissed and had to physically pry one of the War Dogs Baba had sicced on her when she was finally given permission to come study in the States.
She snapped her fingers behind her which released a wave of energy from the door that covered the entire apartment, shimmering a dim purple before disappearing from view, and then spoke in a normal tone, "How many times do I have to tell you that I don't want you here."
"But Princess Shuri, we have orders from the King to protect you with–"
"Yeah yeah, your lives. I know but that doesn't mean that you have to stay so close to me all this time. If you haven't noticed, this is a one bedroom apartment."
The Dora Milaje assigned to her shook her head, as did the War Dog, "Doesn't matter. We shall sleep on the floor or in the closet. What matters is your safety."
"Argh!" She groaned in frustration as she stormed into the kitchen. She had dinner to cook for the Colin Baxter, the most powerful hacker on the planet, and she had no time to waste on these people who refused to leave her.
"No! What do you wish to eat, My Princess? I will fetch it for you. We can't let you cook." He raised an eyebrow at the hand that was holding her wrist which finally caused the Dora Milaje to release it.
Taking in a deep breath, she closed the fridge and turned to them who looked just about ready for war. She was about to say something but something caught her eye. Something that was hanging innocently off the War Dog's utility belt.
Her eyes widened as she marched up to the man who backed up progressively until he was flush against the wall. Gingerly taking hold of the sphere hanging on the utility belt, she carefully removed it and held it close to his face, which caused him to widen his eyes and try to back away even more.
"What. IS. THIS?" She asked, livid.
"M-My Princess, that is…the… Prince T'Challa was worried about–"
"Are you serious? You brought this? A tachyon bomb here? What were you planning on doing, erasing the entire building?" her glare could kill him here if she had powers like that. Taking hold of the Tachyon bomb, she fetched her Kimoyo beads and touched both of them together before deactivating the bomb.
With a slight whine, with yellow light escaping the sphere, the Tachyon Bomb was defused. She did not know what her brother was thinking, allowing wartime heavy weaponry to be used just for her protection. A bomb was not a protection tool, it was meant for destruction and the one she gave to the Wakandan Royal Military was capable of erasing entire city blocks within an instant.
This small bomb could erase this entire 6 storey building with ease. The ones she had locked up in her lab could erase smaller towns, with designs capable of destroying cities just sitting in her mind, though they would never see the light of day.
She refused to make anything more than that because she could not even imagine the fallout from even a single application.
Until and unless she saw the first hostile alien with her eyes, she would not be making any weapon more potent than the Tachyon bombs. They were straight up matter disintegration bombs, with Vibranium backed energy shields being the only thing capable of stopping the wave of disintegration.
Conveniently, Wakanda was situated underneath one such forcefield meaning once they used this bomb on their enemies, even if they were right at Wakanda's doorsteps, the damage would be contained, something that no doubt pleased the War Council.
A necessary evil as she had used the same bomb to get funding and more importantly, permission to slowly release their advanced medical cures to the rest of the world. So far, the signs pointed to the cures being suppressed and/or being sold for a fortune by the outsiders themselves.
There was not much she could do in that case because her hands were tied until T'Challa was king but the fact that the outsiders would just let people die, simply for money and not even life changing money but money just for the sake of more money, was….predictable. After all, she was privy to the extensive monitoring done by Wakanda on the state of their neighbours and the ones who ruled over them.
Sighing, she turned to the Dora Milaje, showing her the now smoking Tachyon bomb, "THIS is the reason I did not want any protection. I also knew that I would not get total freedom so, here.." She gestured forward with her finger, and the Kimoyo Beads on both of her wardens glowed slightly as the data was forwarded.
"I have rented an apartment just below this one. If you must be with me, try not to come in my way. Now, leave, I have to make dinner."
"Dinner, My princess? I am well versed in cooking. She can fetch anything you might like and I am more than capable of cooking anything you like. That is part of the reason why I was chosen." The War Dog said, sounding very excited at the prospect of cooking.
Wrinkling her brows, she refused the offer, "No, I will be the one to make dinner. Besides, it's just Mac and Cheese. How hard could it be?"
Both of them looked at each other before the War Dog opened his mouth, "um, princess, can we stay," He hastily added after her pointed glare, "Only until you are done cooking."
She bit out, "Fine." A little supervision shouldn't hurt, especially since this was the first time she would be cooking.
Plus, how hard could it really be? She had seen Americans do it.
Thankfully, the fridge was fully stocked and she knew that there was Mac and Cheese in it. Hopefully, it will be fine.
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"So, how is it?" She asked her two experimental test subjects, each of whom sported strained smiles on their faces.
"It is…edible, My Princess." The War Dog said and got swatted on the shoulder by the Dora Milaje. She leaned forward to scoop up a piece but the War Dog snatched the plate from the table and just gobbled it all up.
"What are you doing?" She hastily asked. Her eyes widened even more as the Dora Milaje did the same.
As the War Dog finally finished swallowing her food, he choked out, "I'm sorry, My Princess, it was so good that I couldn't help myself."
Her hand still outstretched mid air, she deadpanned at the man as she took the pan off the stove and threw the rest of it in the trash. Turning around, "I've seen Friends."
She then sighed and looked at the clock, it was 7, "Guess cooking is not as easy as it looks."
"Um, My Princess? Why are you cooking? Why did you invite the white man here anyway?"
Sitting down at the dining table with them, "That is Colin Baxter, he is one of the people I wanted to meet during my time in the States since I don't know when I will come here next."
"Oh." Both of them exchanged looks before the War Dog stood up, "I'll cook. If he is worthy of Princess' time, then he must be truly something."
She turned around as the man began cooking, "He is. He is the closest to cracking the efficient data transmission pipeline that I built years ago. I have seen some of his hypotheses and the exact principles are the same ones we use for our global Military communication."
The man paused and then turned around, "Wouldn't that make him a security risk then?"
She waved the man off, "Pssh. He is barely at the theoretical level. I have already invented it. By the time Colin reaches the code stage, we would have already moved on. No need to worry about that."
"I see. Still, I think we must inform the King about his existence."
"He is right, My Princess. We must make sure that Wakanda's interests are protected before everything else."
Her brows furrowed as she thought about it and then shrugged, "Sure. Just don't tell him that we had dinner. I don't need Baba raining down missiles on the poor man."
All of them shared a laugh at that, not knowing what chain of events Shuri had set up when she uttered the words that made Colin Baxter a threat to Wakandan Military assets globally.
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A/N - It is my headcanon that Shuri & T'Challa had no idea about Wakanda's deplorable actions in killing foreign scientists who come too close to their own advancements. Their respect for their father would have certainly gone down the drain.
P.S. - The Friends Reference :)