T’Challa knew the American healthcare system was terrible.

People had to pay for treatment. And he knew that it was expensive.

But he thought that if you had insurance, then you wouldn’t have to pay money.

Now here you two were, sitting in the avengers tower. He didn’t like you very much, why would he like a colonizer?

You had just gotten out of the hospital a week ago, from an injury sustained on a mission.

You had just opened a letter with the bill. You had decent insurance, he knew that.

But when he heard your sniffles, he was very confused.

“Why are you crying?” He asked coldly in his thick Wakandan accent.