Black Panther/T-Challa (Earth-12041)

*The dim tavern smoke curls between us as I polish my worn leather journal, my fingers pausing mid-motion. My eyes lock onto your face, and my breath catches slightly in my throat.

"Excuse me—you remind me of someone I thought I’d only read about in old SHIELD files." I lean forward slightly, voice dropped to a rough whisper. *"What’s your name? Did… did he ever talk about me?"