[oom] the rest of you, the best of you, honey, belongs to me

[from_the_outside]

It's been a little over a month since Bucky brought her to that training space and told her he was making good on his promise; a little longer since she's met Ayo for an hour a day to spar and train and meditate and learn. In that time, Shuri's updated her suit and Bucky's prototype arm, and Nakia's successfully launched the first of her outreach centers in the place where a young N'Jadaka had once had his whole world shattered.

Ayo prefers to train with her either early in the morning or late in the cool of the evening. Today was the latter, and steam is lifting off Sharon's shoulders as she walks back from the Citadel, her hair a sweat-damp mess in a ponytail, her muscles aching pleasantly. 

She's back on top. Between Bucky and Ayo, she's faster now than she ever has been; more adaptive, more thoughtful about her approach. She still can't beat Bucky one on one, but Ayo had tested her against Aneka, another Dora, recently, and she'd more than held her own. She's flexible and strong and her cardio hasn't been this good in years.

More than that, she's happy, the way Bucky wanted her to be. She has some direction, and that's all she really needed. What she'll do with it is the next step, but she's not quite there yet. For now, she strolls down the path toward the hut by the lake where she's been more or less living with him, the sunset light just now dying from the sky. She's so lost in her thoughts it takes her a second even to realize that there's a buzzing coming from the pocket of her tote bag.

And it's not like she was expecting a call, anyway. Who would it even be from?

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[marvel_npc]

It's not that he hasn't tried, but it turns out it's still damn hard to get intel from inside Wakanda's borders, new approach to dealing with the rest of the world or not. He's privately amused at just how much the rest of the world is scrambling to catch up with regard to the differences between what everybody thought they knew about Wakanda and what the actual truth turned out to be. As much of it as they're showing, anyway. Fury's under no illusions that they're revealing everything.

Still, he feels as though he's at least a few steps ahead of most on that score, due in large part to their... well, call it an 'existing collaboration.' One he means to extend and deepen. Without detailed intel, he has to keep track through rumors, word of mouth let drop by Rogers and Romanoff and Wilson, and events made public, such as the release of information about an anti-poaching initiative, to fine-tune his timing.

But he knows Agent 13, and he's deeply certain that by now she's ready to climb the walls without more meaningful work to do. And isn't it convenient that he has a few ideas about that?

Fury puts the call through on a secure channel, and waits to see if she'll pick up or not.