Chapter 433: Kingly Visit

Chapter 433: Kingly Visit

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The hangar was silent in shock as the group absorbed Alexei's unexpected request to join the Avengers. Peter's brow furrowed, a mixture of surprise and curiosity evident in his eyes. "You want to join the Avengers? Even though Captain America is a part of the team?"

Alexei crossed his arms, his expression resolute. "I do. I may not like that Star Spangled Douche, but I won't let my hate for him, or your capitalist regime, get in the way of being with my family again."

Peter arched an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Your family, huh?" He was more than happy to see Natasha get a happy ending like this. N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.

Natasha, Yelena, and Melina exchanged surprised glances, astonishment washing over their faces at Alexei's words. The rugged man looked down at his feet, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "I've spent years regretting my actions, especially the way I treated all of you. I let my own ego blind me to what truly mattered. Now, I want to make amends and stay close to you all."

A warm smile spread across Natasha's face, her heart softening at Alexei's sincerity. "It feels like I'm dreaming," she said gently, "I wonder how Steve will react to this..."

Alexei huffed, a frown playing out on his lips. "We don't use that name in this family. It leaves a bad taste in the mouth."

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "What am I supposed to call him then?" She asked, clearly amused by her fathers antics.

"American scum, Star-Spangled Sissy, Yankee Doodle Dandyboy, Freedom Faker, Shield-Swinging Weakling, Liberty Lapdog, Capitalist Swine..." without missing a beat, Alexei started unloading all sorts of hateful nicknames.

Peter chuckled in amusement. "Welcome to the Avengers, Alexei."

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The days that followed were a whirlwind of activity. Peter worked tirelessly to help the widows transition into their new lives, leveraging his connections to streamline the process. Government officials, influenced by his personal rapport with the president, expedited the paperwork required for granting them brand new identities as US citizens. Each widow received a birth certificate, Social Security Number, and ID card.

For those who chose to join the Avengers, Peter's meticulous planning ensured they had their own apartments within the Tower. As for the Widows who opted for a civilian life, he placed them in areas they desired, with a free home, recommendations for jobs, and a financial cushion to begin anew. Tony Stark's generosity knew no bounds.

'God bless his soul.' Peter thought, excitedly anticipating the look on Tony's face when he sees the bill.

As the days passed, Peter finally met with the Widows at Melina's farmhouse. He freed them and gave them the same offer as the others, tripling the staff of the Nightingales in a single day. Though Natasha's role as director came with its challenges, Peter supported her every step of the way. He admired her tenacity and knew that she was more than capable of shouldering the responsibility.

Peter's interest was piqued immediately. His eyebrows shot up, and he leaned against his desk. "King T'Chaka? Send him up, please."

He barely had time to prepare himself before the door to his office opened, and in walked T'Chaka, dressed in the regal attire of a diplomat. The King's presence commanded respect and held an air of wisdom that was unmistakable.

"Yo, what's up?" Peter greeted with a nod, throwing away all formalities. "Does Wakanda need help with something?"

T'Chaka returned the nod with a solemn expression, unperturbed by Peter's casual greeting. "It is good to see you. I come with an important decision that has been reached after much deliberation."

Peter leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "Please, enlighten me."

T'Chaka clasped his hands behind his back, his posture regal as he spoke. "After careful consideration and discussions with the tribal leaders of Wakanda, I have come to accept your offer to join the Avengers Council."

Peter blinked, momentarily caught off guard. He had made that offer during his visit to Wakanda, but it seemed like a distant memory now. Still, he recovered quickly, his surprise giving way to a sense of intrigue. "Are you telling me that it took you this long to come to a decision?"

T'Chaka inclined his head slightly. "Indeed. It is a decision that was not taken lightly. After all, Wakanda is a very introverted nation, but we recognize the importance of unity and collaboration."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Peter's lips. "I'm happy that you've chosen to accept. I'm sure you'll be an invaluable addition to the council." He said as he turned to the stacks of paperwork on his desk. "Unlike some, who dump all of the work onto me..."

T'Chaka's eyes held a glint of amusement. "Thank you. As you've said before, the world is changing and so should Wakanda. I believe that together, we can work towards a more harmonious world."

Peter nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. I'll convene the council tomorrow and have a vote. If it passes, you'll be an official member of the Avengers Council, so you'll have to attend."

T'Chaka's expression remained composed, his voice steady. "I'll be there. Know that I take this responsibility seriously, and I am committed to making the council's decisions for the greater good, for not just Wakanda, but the world as well."

"No need to lay it on so thick with me. Save all of that politician talk for the Council meeting tomorrow," Peter said dismissively, eliciting a laugh from the old monarch.

T'Chaka couldn't keep the amused smile from his face. "I see, you haven't changed since our last meeting."

Peter shrugged. "Nope, not one bit." He said, leaning back in his chair. "So... are you going to remain King after this? Or is T'Challa stepping up?"

"If everything goes well tomorrow, then I'll step down and T'Challa will take my place..." He said, a complex look on his face. "I only hope that he's ready. Because I know that I wasn't when it was my time."

"He'll be fine." Peter shrugged. "Besides, if he messes up, then his Daddy can come bail him out, like all the other rich kids." He smirked under his mask. "The Avengers will have your back, so don't worry too much."

T'Chaka paused for a moment before a relieved smile returned to his face. "Thank you... but let's hope he doesn't need us."

A/N: 1800 words :)

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