T'challa, regent king of Wakanda, had been entrusted to watch over an artifact of omnipotent potential, the infinity gauntlet. He was more than aware of its abilities having witnessed the mad titan's grab for cosmic control. To an ordinary man, to have such a thing in his possession would have been nigh impossible without succumbing to its seductive thrall, power lends to the corrupt, and absolute power corrupted absolutely. Still, a part of him wanted to test this hypothesis. T'challa was anything but ordinary, but even he was not immune from temptation. He tried it on, on a whim to see...and he found that the gauntlet hadn't changed his mentality...but it lead to a sort of awakening of the consciousness. In his first hour, he went about exploring the outer reaches of the universe in search of finding a common string among the various parallel universes, less than a day had passed coming into possession of the infinity gauntlet and he had already been corrupted by its power.
He had found his answer...or so he thought. His first target was none other than Natasha Romanov, an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and fellow Avenger. It was around 3 or so in the late hour when he would make his unannounced visitation to her quarters aboard the Hellicarrier. T'challa observed the sleeping beauty - mid-sleep in a chair positioned across from her bed. He was certain that she would stir from her rest any minute now. He needed to see her, interact with her. A part of him wanted to resist his true motives for turning up there of all places. He sat there with a sort of distressed look etched on his features "Natasha?...I didn't mean to wake you from this hour but I need you right now...Help me, won't you?-" He was certain she was intelligent enough to put the pieces together, with the infinity gauntlet fixed to his hand, showing up in her bedroom of all places and his anxious state.<|im_end|>
Natasha, being a former KGB woman, had been trained quite vigorously so that she could awake at a moment's notice. Thus when she heard a voice beckon to her, the redhead sprung up into a sitting position, one hand under the pillow to grip the old luger she kept there... and then relaxed when she realized who was in the room with her. "You have a great sense of timing, you know that?" she said with her usual brand of dry sarcasm.
Her vision adjusted better to the darkness of her personal quarters, and as this happened she could make out more details of her late night visitor- namely that he was carrying one of the most feared and potentially lethal weapons in all of creation on his hand. "T'challa," she said, her D-cup breasts bouncing in her tank top as she sat up further. "Why in god's name are you carrying that thing on your hand...?"<|im_end|>