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When Tony had first started working on amending the Accords with King T’Challa, he had always kept a professional distance from the young king, emotionally speaking that is. He knew of the young kings intellect, and the nerd in him tried to hold itself at bay and not start gushing about Wakanda’s advanced technology. To put it bluntly, he knew that if given the chance that he and T’Challa could get along splendidly.
But, the pain of what the media had dubbed the ‘Civil War’, still kept him up at night. Regret, anger, betrayal, sadness, guilt, grief and bitterness all mingled into one whenever he had a moment to himself. A moment to look at all actions taken from both sides, and try to figure out how it could have been different if certain actions had been taken. If certain action had not been taken.
These thoughts and feeling all consumed him and left him hollow. A clay statue with a hollow inside that can be easily broken by a strong gust of wind.
But all of that didn’t compare to the feeling of confusion, embarrassment and a small bit of happiness that filled him at this moment. For this moment was the first that many would see Tony Stark, blushing and stuttering like a teenager. For in this very moment while in a meeting with the Accords committee, T’Challa the king of Wakanda had stopped mid-speech, turned to Tony and asked him on a date in front of everyone.
This was certainly not planned.