She thinks it is no coincidence that the White Wolf put these pieces together today, after Captain Rogers had taken his leave, but it would be cruel to say such things out loud. If he has convinced himself there is some hope in this hopeless situation, she finds she cannot be the one to take it away from him, not when there is a spark of life in him again for the first time in weeks.
"All right," she tells him, and calls up her design file. It is not complete, not perfect, but – "I must fabricate the arm; it will take some time."
But it will take Captain Rogers some time to return, also, will it not? He must be nearly back to the rest of his team by now.
But the White Wolf is nearly thrumming with the need to go, go, go, and so Shuri begins the fabrication pre-checks, starts running a final analysis of her designs so that this newest version will have everything they've determined it needs thus far, with none of the quirks or problems they've discovered.
"Would you like me to call my brother?" she asks, looking back up at him and taking him in: he is exhausted. It is more than possible this is some delusion.
T'Challa will know what to do. "I am sure he would wish to know."
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"All right," she tells him, and calls up her design file. It is not complete, not perfect, but – "I must fabricate the arm; it will take some time."
But it will take Captain Rogers some time to return, also, will it not? He must be nearly back to the rest of his team by now.
But the White Wolf is nearly thrumming with the need to go, go, go, and so Shuri begins the fabrication pre-checks, starts running a final analysis of her designs so that this newest version will have everything they've determined it needs thus far, with none of the quirks or problems they've discovered.
"Would you like me to call my brother?" she asks, looking back up at him and taking him in: he is exhausted. It is more than possible this is some delusion.
T'Challa will know what to do. "I am sure he would wish to know."