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Peter’s POV:
I’d met Shuri back in Wakanda when the Avengers were mixed up in the Thanos situation.
I’d felt instantly drawn to her because we shared so many interests and I found myself drooling over her constantly, Mr. Stark had noticed my attraction and told me to go for it.
After a LOT of contemplation I finally mustered up the courage to ask her out, at first she giggled at how flushed my face was but she agreed to fly to Queens the next week.
I wasn’t aware that she hadn’t asked her brother for permission.
We stumbled through the door and Shuri let out a faint hiccup right in my face.
I felt so stupid for taking her to a bar, I mean how was I supposed to know they wouldn’t have non-alcoholic drinks, and for some reason they didn’t ask two obvious sixteen year old looking kids for ID.
I mean it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Her hand was draped over my shoulder and my arm was wrapped around her waist to keep her from falling, to be honest, her touch made me incredibly nervous and I could feel my cheeks turning red.
“Peter I, I..” she mumbled and lost her balance.
We hit the floor and the tiles emited a really loud thud, I was so grateful May was working late tonight, that would have been difficult to explain.
After I broke out of my thoughts I realized the situation we were in, Shuri was lying right on top of me and looking me dead in the eye.
My face went bright red and I prayed my stupid teenage hormones didn’t take over and put me in a very awkward situation.
Luckily she got up, looked around the house with an inquisitive look on her face, she was adorable.
“This is really different from the palace back home.”
I started to feel a bit insecure about my surroundings and stared at my feet. She placed both of her soft hands on my face and lifted my face up so I would make eye contact.
“Different in a good way, I like it.”
She cracked a big smile, I could tell she was still drunk.
She sat down by the counter gracefully, even when she was drunk she was looked perfect.
I practically raced to the cabinet and then the fridge to get her a glass of water, I spilled on the floor but I would clean that up later, I mean the princess of Wakanda was sitting right in front of me, there was more important things.
I grabbed myself a coke with my empty hand and closed the fridge with my leg, she let out a faint laugh while watching me but failed to hide it with a cough.
I sat next to her and could practically feel her warmth radiating.
“Peter, please can I stay here tonight, I really don’t need Okoye nagging me about how ‘The princess of Wakanda’ should not me getting drunk with a colonizer.”
She let out, doing a really accurate impression.
“Yeah, sure.” I said with a calm smile but my brain was doing somersaults.
My eyes mindlessly drifted over to the clock and did a double take at the short hand on the 1. I had school in 7 hours.
I got myself a mattress and dropped it on the floor because no way in hell was I going to sleep in the same bed as BLACK PANTHER’s sister, that’s literally suicide.
Even if she had perfect hair, and a perfect smile, and really really pretty eyes, and looked flawless sitting on my bed and, well you get the point.
I got lost in her eyes and stared at her like an idiot for the one millionth time that night and came down to earth when she called out my name.
“Peter, You okay?”
“Yeah, um, I just got a little distracted.”
We continued to stare at each other in silence until I finally realized that she was still dressed neatly in her gorgeous blue dress which was decorated with tribal patterns and reached just below her knees.
“Oh yeah, you need a change of clothes! right, ummm.” I muttered feeling slightly embarrassed.
I grabbed a sweatshirt and pajama pants from my dresser. I handed them over to her and our hands brushed, leaving my fingers feeling tingly.
She started to pull off her shirt and I saw a flash of her skin. “Oh my God, Shuri!” I semi shouted as I ran out the room and covered my eyes, blush evident on my cheeks.
I could hear her soft drunk laugh.
I was still in shock from what had just happened and had sat down in the hallway opposite my bedroom.
I looked at my thumbs and tried to think about my English essay that was due soon because I didn’t want my teenage mind to drift over to what I had just seen, but it was hopeless.
Her skin was so smooth, I hadn’t seen much but I saw that she had on a white bra and..
”Jesus Christ, stop! You sound like a fucking pervert” I whispered to myself.
“I’m done! You can come back in now.” she called out from inside my room.
Before completely going inside, I peeped in to make sure it was safe to come in. I avoided eye contact and went to change in the bathroom to avoid any similar situations.
We settled in my room with me on the floor and her on my bed and we talked, we just talked.
We talked about her inventions and my web fluid and anything that came to mind. I was enjoying her company greatly.
She was starting to sober up but I could tell she was still a little tipsy.
“And that’s how my brother and I single handily caught a really bad dude in South Korea.” She told me with a smile lighting up her face.
“You sound really fond of your brother.”
“Yeah, he always acts big and bad but he’s just a softie and never hesitates to help others. He’s just overprotective and right now is probably asking every person in Wakanda if they’ve seen me. I told him that I was going to the Wakanda youth centers we had opened up, but he’s been calling me all night.”
“Oh, he doesn’t know you’re with me?.” I asked quietly.
”Nope.”
”and what would he do if he found out you were with me?”
”Probably take you back to Wakanda where you would be put on trial for the kidnapping of royal blood.”
”What!?” I looked up at her with fear evident on my features, she giggled and let out a snort, that was the most graceful snort I’d ever heard. I didn’t feel the fear anymore.
The room stayed silent for 5 minutes as she stared up at the ceiling.
“I like you, Peter. You’re not like the people at home. You’re special.” she said with a yawn.
A smile lit across my face.
“I like you too Shuri.”
”Goodnight Peter, could you off the lights please.”
“Yeah, of course.”
There was one problem with her request. The lights were on the right, next to my bed, which meant I would have to lean over Shuri to reach them.
Keep in mind I wasn’t wearing a shirt since I had lent my only clean clothes to her and I never remember to do my laundry, which Aunt May scolds me for constantly.
I stood up slowly and steadily reached my arm over her to switch off the light but ended up losing my balance cause I tripped over a stupid comic book.
I fell right on top of her, I was speechless and probably tomato red.
God really wasn’t looking out for me that day cause it seemed at that moment the king of Wakanda himself decided to walk through the door.
What he saw obviously wasn’t pretty, A boy he barely knew lying half naked on top of his baby sister.. oh hell.