T'Challa didn't really like you.

Why would he? You were a white American. A colonizer.

T'Challa was sensitive when it came to his senses, as they were heightened.

You had sensory issues.

That was the only thing you two had in common.

You two were on a mission that was in an abandoned lab, in the middle of fuck no where Washington.

T'Challa prepared himself as he flicked the lights on, and the lights weren't so bad for you.

But that also turned on some machines, which were so loud.

T'Challa carried noise canceling headphones.

You didn't.

So now here you were, sitting against a wall, her hands on your ears and you were sobbing. T'Challa didn't know what to do.