A Nation Under His Feet - Part 2/?

T'Challa POV——

'Third world countries' aren't normally invited to the real meetings like this. Thats what the UN is for—a place for the powerless to whine about the 'White Man'. But they invited Wakanda to the big boys table because everyone wanted a crack at our resources. Untouched petroleum deposits, medical cures unknown in the western world and Vibranium…'the most powerful and valuable mineral on Earth.'

If only they knew. Element X could be manipulated by thought alone to achieve nearly anything, and is present in small quantities in every single thing, sentient being or otherwise, in the Multiverse. It literally allowed reality alteration.

Nth metal which can negate gravity, Eith metal which made Diana's bracelets of submission and Apollo's gear. OH! And how could I forget…..'Supermanium' Used in the construction offf.....

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

SUPERMAN'S SUPERMOBILE!!!!!!!!

Lets just say Vibranium wasn't the end all be all. And yet they hounded for it.

——

Some days passed peacefully as many governments across the world had scrambled to get a crumb of information about the worlds newest superstar. Forget Lil 'Wayne 'The Stone' Lockson, forget Genry Havill, and forget Hom Tolland. T'Challa was that new good good.

And then it came, a invitation to the UN. It was his moment….

A group of 5 people trekked down a hallway littered with awards, bulletins, pictures of foreign leaders and flags of countries. Workers amongst the building gathered to witness the great newly, celebrity over night, African King. Along side him, walked 4 stone faced women with shaved heads.

"They let them in here with weapons." A random worker pointed to the spears in each of the ladies hands, as they walked with effortless grace and coordination.

Each of the women surrounding him wore blazing red, hooded Djabellas that stretched to the ground. Their king however? He wore a black Boubou with gold accents trailing through its seems and along his left shoulder and around his left arm hang a purple and gold accented Kente, symbolizing his royalty. People scurried out of the way, intimidated by the fearsome sight.

——

"Your majesty. We'll pay whatever price you set for your goods." Was the first thing T'Challa heard when he entered the meeting room. Yet another group of people hungry for-

"They are not for sale until the spiritual advancement of the west catches up to their technological prowess, it would be irresponsible to share our precious metal with you." He told them calmly. With being a leader or representative of a country their of course came some degree of inflated self-importance. Did they not know that their countries will continue after they died?

The man who first spoke to him looked offended, as if he was being talked down to…figuratively not literally as the man was 5'7 and T'Challa is 6 foot even. His scummy loooking face and dumbass hair cut only added to his unpleasantness. "What? Are you calling everyone here irresponsible children? Must I remind-"

"No. More like sullen teenagers who feel more mature than their behavior warrants." The King said easily. "The fact that this conversation is framed in terms of profit and power says it all." Looks of…..were shared around the table. "You could have made half these breakthroughs yourself, but there is too much money in misery. Why cure a disease when you can but medicine? Why provide cheap energy when—-"

"WE GET THE POINT, T'CHALLA!-" He exclaimed as his hands flew up in exasperation. The Dora Milaje's hands tightened at the sudden movement just as did T'Challa's eyes narrow momentarily. "Never met a socialist with a crown on his head before, guess theres first time for everything."

Okoye at his side stepped forward. "Who told you, you can say the King's name in such a way? Who gave you permission to besmirch his first name?" She asked, ready to gut the pig where he stood.

"I…Im sorry I didn't mean to offend-"

"I understand your frustration in dealing with a foreign monarchy with weapons beyond your imagination and worst of all…beyond your control, but what I will not tolerate is disrespect…do I make myself clear?" T'Challa voiced out.

His tone was a little hostile. "Your Majesty, I truly apologize." The man retreated a few steps, not forgetting that the man in front of him could kill him with one hit, and if not…call in the Justice League.

"Good, now let us begin."

(Now I know how boring these chapters might be, but I wanted to show T'Challa interacting with other leaders of countries just like he would have to do in the real world and just like he did in marvel. But I dont have the patience to look up what these type of people actually talk about because I couldn't care less. The next chapter wont be like this.)