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“A lightsaber?” Peter asked, glancing down at the cylinder in his hands. “Like, from a Toys-R-Us or something?” Shuri frowned at him.
“A toy one, you mean. This is completely real, turn it on.” He made to click the switch on the side, beam blazing out in a brilliant green.
“Wow, this is amazing! How did you make this? It’s so amazing!” Rambling on, he gave it a light swing, bringing it down on one of the chairs in the lab. It sliced straight through and he gulped. “Oh, oh no, Mr. Stark is going to kill me.”
The two were in one of the many conference rooms of the Avengers Compound, Shuri having come on a visit with her brother and Peter happening to be around the area (In reality, Tony had told him the princess was on her way, and he had dropped everything to go see her. Michelle was less than pleased at the sudden exit from the decathlon meeting).
“It’s just a chair, he can manage.” She winked at him. “Besides, that says more about his chairs than it does my saber. It’s turned to a safety mode, can’t slice through much. Cheap plastic seats are just fair game.” His cheeks heated up and he closed it, handing it back to her. She shook her head. “You don’t want it? I figured it would be a pretty cool thing to have, and I have plenty made lying around. I went through a bit of a Star Wars phase once.”
“Really? I can have it! You’re amazing, thank you!” He mentally berated himself for using amazing again, flashing her a wide grin.
“I’ll do you one better,” Shuri pulled out another vibranium cylinder, “We can have a battle.” They had pushed the giant table and chairs to the side, facing off against each other.
“Okay, so should we have some ground rules? Make sure we don’t accidentally break anything else, or Mr. Stark’s tables, or each other, which would be really bad, and should we wearing some sort of armor? These are lightsabers after all!” Shuri gave him a funny look, before drawing her own blade, a bright red.
“No rules, no mercy.” She smirked, swiping at him immediately. Peter flipped backwards, activating his own saber. “Yeah, spidey?”
“Alright, you’re on!” He ran forward, slashing at her as she blocked, the two flurrying around each other in sparks of colors, red and green meeting over and over. As she stabbed, he dodged, as he took the offensive, she resorted to the defensive, hitting a couple chairs along their way. Shuri took a swipe at his legs, and in return he hopped onto one of the chairs and springing up onto the ceiling, standing upside down as if on the floor.
“That’s cheating!” She remarked, staring up at him in shock. “Stupid spider… abilities…” He gave her a confident grin, widening with every word.
“Didn’t you say, no rules, no mercy?” She scoffed, leaping on the table to try and reach him. They continued on, sabers meeting over and over from the roof to floor. Shuri leaped for his shoulder, missing and effortlessly redirecting her strike to his knees. Peter narrowly managed to jump away, losing his stance on the ceiling and rolling onto the floor. She ran over quickly, kneeling over him with her saber pressed to his throat.
“Say uncle, then, spidey.” She grinned at him, face slightly flushed.
“I don’t lose, princess, but maybe this isn’t the b-best position to be in right now?” He gestured to her crouching over him and she blushed, right before he spun and kicked her legs out. She fell from over him, still distracted, and he jumped to his feet, driving her against the wall.
“So, I think you should be calling the truce.” Shuri considered their stance, him having her backed into a corner with no escape, and sighed.
“I think using your abilities is completely unfair, but, I yield.” Peter backed off her, grinning widely, before Shuri swiped him off his feet, smug. “You might’ve won, but I get the last laugh.” She glanced around at the amount of ruined furniture in the room, before pulling him up and fleeing from the mess.
“So what you’re telling me is that you had a genuine lightsaber battle, ruined a meeting room, and didn’t even bother to invite me?” Tony flicked his sunglasses on and gave Peter a look of disappointment, having walked into the room himself an hour after the departure of the Wakandian royalty. “Tell me you at least confessed to the girl.” Peter shook his head, embarrassed.
“I really tried, but she made me nervous and then we had a lightsaber battle with some she said she just had lying around and I was like ‘oh wow cool that’s so cool’ she’s so cool, Mr. Stark, how would I have even said anything?” Tony nodded, listening to his son’s word vomit as he picked up his phone and started dialing.
“Hi, Happy? Yeah, he didn’t do it. No, I didn’t- Listen, just- Okay, okay, talk to him yourself.”
“Happy?”
“We go through the trouble of making the King of Wakanda bring his sister and you didn’t even confess! What was the point, kid? What. Was. The. Point?” The two continued to berate and poke fun at Peter, who slowly grew more and more red.
“So you did confess, right?” Nakia asked Shuri, who was upgrading her lightsabers.
“I- well- no, I didn’t want to!” She insisted, turning away from her sister-in-law’s amused look. “He made me nervous! Sorry, I’m not you!”
“You made these things just for this boy, how could he not take that as a love confession in itself?” T’challa teased her from where he was walking in, kissing Nakia on the cheek. Shuri glared at him.
“Nakia, have you ever seen this video of Brother? I’m sure you would love to watch it.” He narrowed his eyes at her, scowling.
“I told you to delete it!”