I enter the lab as Shuri's music thumps in the background. I look around but she's not there. I don't see her anywhere. I make my way down to where she showed me my Combat Suit.

I continue down until I see Shuri showing T'Challa two mannequins sporting two different necklaces of her creation. I see T'Challa make a face as he surveys the golden one. "Do you like that one?" Shuri asks.

"I told her the golden one was too flashy for your liking." I call out as I make my way over to them.

"There he is." T'Challa calls out, extending his arm out to me. I give him a half hug before surveying Shuri's necklaces. "I'm upset that we did not get to fight." 

"Well maybe I can kick your ass later." I say, leaning my arm against the shoulder of one of the mannequins. 

T'Challa chuckles at me before returning his attention to the mannequins. "It's tempting, but the idea is to not be noticed." He moves on to the second necklace. "This one." 

"Who are you taking to Korea?" I ask as Shuri raises her wrist, syncing her kimoyo beads with T'Challa. 

"Okoye and Nakia." He says as he glances over at Shuri. 

"Really, you're bringing your ex?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at him. I knew he was an idiot, but I didn't think he was this much of an idiot.

"That's what I said." Shuri says, pointing finger at me. 

"Will you two stop." He says, shaking his head at us. "It's my choice, and I chose Nakia." 

Shuri and I share a look before turning to T'Challa. Shuri gestures to the mannequin. "Tell it to go on." She orders. 

T'Challa raises his eyebrow but does as he's told, focusing his mind on the necklace. Suddenly, a black combat suit pours from the necklace, covering the mannequin. "The entire suit sits within the teeth of the necklace." She gestures to it. "Strike it." 

T'Challa gestures around the mannequin. "Anywhere?" T'Challa asks. Shuri replies with a hum, taking a step back. I move around T'Challa to stand next to Shuri, watching him. 

Clenching his fists, T'Challa gives it a swift kick in the abdomen. I laugh as the mannequin slams into the wall. "Not that hard genius." Shuri shrieks over my laughter.

"You told me to strike it," T'Challa says calmly, giving me a sly smile and a wink. "You didn't say how hard." 

Shuri releases an annoyed huff as she goes to pick up the mannequin. Returning it to where it originally stood. "I invite you to my lab and you just kick things around?"

"Well, maybe you should make it a little stronger. Hey. Wait a minute." T'Challa studies where he struck the mannequin. The area was purple. 

"The nanites absorbed the kinetic energy and hold it in place for redistribution. I did the same thing for the suit I made for Hunter." Shuri brags as she gestures to me. T'Challa looks back at the spot he hit. He runs his fingers on it. "Very nice." 

"Strike it again in the same spot." Shuri orders as we take a couple steps back. Shuri pulls up the camera on her kimoyo beads. 

T'Challa glances at us, noticing how far away we moved and Shuri's camera. He points to the camera. "You're recording?" 

"For research purposes." Shuri says innocently, giving off a harmless shrug. 

"I'm just glad it's not me this time." I mutter to Shuri as I study her camera screen. 

"What did you say?" T'Challa asks while glancing at me. 

"Nothing." I say, making eye contact with him. I wave my hand in his direction. "Go ahead." 

T'Challa just shakes his head at us before focusing on the mannequin, kicking right in the same spot. T'Challa then gets flung backward as the kinetic energy explodes right at him. 

Shuri and I laugh out loud. Shuri's camera follows T'Challa as he slides on the floor. I rest my hands on the table next to us, trying to stay standing as I laugh hysterically.

Once T'Challa stops sliding, he points a stern finger at us. "Delete that footage." He orders in his best kingly voice. 

I crumple to the floor, laughing till my stomach hurt.