Hello, I am back, and here is a nice little family chapter to make up for me not updating in forever.

Fiddling with the sleeve of my shirt and sat in the jet flying to this worlds version of Wakanda, T'challa sat across from me,we both fell in silence. "My Kings," The Dora Milaje that was currently driving spoke up, I didn't risk removing her title mistake. "We are home." I stood up and started to walked towards the cockpit of the ship, looking out the window just in time to see the outline of African savanna morph into the city of Wakans Capitol.

I swear my jaw hit the floor, it was so different from my Wakanda. This country had all of the modern building structures of the advanced city, but there were more subtle hints, singling back to the people's roots. Capapy like like structures roofed some of the taller structures, and writing could be scene, even from way up here implemented in base designs. "A little different form what you re used to, Azari?"

"Yeah, you could say that." A small childlike laughter escaped my mouth as we moved deeper into the city, finally landing in front of the central palace. We Walked out of the ship, a line of armoured Dora lining the walked way on either side. I was lead to thress women. One I could scarcely recognized as my aunt Shuri, this version of her much younger and laid back.

T'challa hugged an older women and than Shuri, leaving me standing there awkwardly, at least until the King spoke up. "This is Azari. He is from another breath as I explained earlier. Azari, this is my mother, Queen Ramonda, and my little sister Princess Shuri."

I crossed my arms and bowed my head slightly, "Thank you for letting me visit, Queen Ramonda" What came out of her grace's mouth is something I would have never expected.

"I will have none of that here, Ramonda here. No matter what earth you are from, we are still family." A smile split my face, her kindness cared in her words and I appreciated it more than this whole experience.

"Thank yo-" I was cut off my the force of a body latching onto mine, I found my Aunt Shuri wrapped around me, her hugs hadn't changed with age or dimensional distance.

"Oh gods, you are so cute. Like a little T'challa!" The childlike laugh returned once again.

"Thanks Auntie Shruti." She pulled away as I slipped up.

"Wait, so my mother is Queen, and my sister is Auntie?" T'challa questioned, his eyebrows reaching up in amusement.

"Sorry." i stammered out, "I slipped up I guess, there is a Shuri on my world, and yeah, I call her Auntie." The small group laughed and I joined in.

For the rest of the day I was shown around this Wakanda. Shuri's lab would have made Tony and Pym drool. M'baku, form this world, rapped my up in a huge hug after jokingly threatening to et me. And I got so much good blackmail to use against my M'baku, hoping they share the same past. Soon I found myself sitting next to T'challa at the entrance to the viberian mine, looking at the sunset.

"How do you like it, my Wakanda?"

I shrugged, "It's different, but I like." I took a pause. "For the longest time I dreamed of what this country looked like, I wasn't raised here on my earth. And I was so shocked to find what it really looked like. This frankly is more what I hoped for when I closed my eyes." A strong arm was wrapped around my shoulder and I didn't fight as the man pulled my close. I only placed my face into the crook of my neck.

Wondering if this is what my father was like, if this is how his voice sounded like, if this is what he smelled like? Little things I wished to know all my life.

"I'm glad I was able to bring you here, thank you."

"No thank you."

"You seem tired, I guess the last couple of days haven't been the easiest." His voice was soft as he spoke the truth, just not realising how my eyelids were growing heavier by the minute.

"Your right, good night Baba." The words flowed out and I didn't regret them for a second.