The brown SUV stopped by the curve a few meters from the yogurt cart, engine only barely audible as its turned off, the two occupants observing the commotion across the street with cool-eyed interest. The driver, a beautiful, yet hard faced African woman who appeared to be in her early thirties, scowled as her angry brown eyes moved over the participants in the scuffle.<br/><br/>“Rabble such as these will never show proper respect, young Prince...Let me cripple a few and I'm sure..”, the woman started before being cut off abruptly by her charge riding in the back seat who was watching the assembly broadcast on his phone.<br/><br/>“That's enough, Nana...please.”, T'Challa spoke the nickname in a affectionately tired voice as he reached up to the driver's seat to pat the warrior on the shoulder of her new business suit, a far cry from the attire of a Wakandian royal bodyguard. “I don't wish to ruin all the work Father's operatives went through to establish these identities on the first morning, that would be quite rude don't you think?”, the prince smiled, one of the few times his handsome features broke from the normal contemplative scowl they held to reveal his youth.<br/><br/>“I-I...fine! As you command, your Highness. I wish you would at least take one of my blades with you! I couldn't bear the shame of facing the king if you were harmed by these barbarians!”, Okoye said as her full lips curved into a snarl as she watched the brawl kick up a notch.<br/><br/>A warm rich laugh escapes the lips of T'Challa as he points a finger towards the larger group, which even now were being thrashed into a growing heap of groaning bodies. “Please. Do you honestly think such as those could even lay a finger on me with the training you've provided since I was at your knee?  Nana, you worry too much..as usual.”, he ended his gentle chiding with a kiss upon the older woman's cheek. “I promise you I will be careful, now...Inform N'gassi I will be making my own way home so if he tries to tail me again, I will be highly displeased.”, he says as he opens the door and steps out onto the sidewalk before she can try to persuade him to carry any more weapons.<br/><br/>T'Challa moves towards the yogurt cart with a smooth stroll, seeming to ignore the brouhaha across the street while he constantly took note of the players involved reactions and movement, the young African prince chuckles as Spider-man makes his appearance known. As he reaches the yogurt cart, he indicates he would like to purchase a banana flavored, waving in farewell to his “mother” who tears off down the street with one more glare towards the ruckus.<br/><br/>“Who are the players here?, he mused mentally as he leans against the wall, observing not only the brawl, but also the reactions of those watching.<br/><br/>“Bah, claw-less cubs nipping at each other for dominance...it would be charming if I cared for such things.”, the voice of the Panther god interrupted his thoughts. “Be wary, young one...there is power here beneath view.” Inside his mind's eye, the prince saw the god's great pupil close as the old beyond time being turns its attention elsewhere.<br/><br/>“Isn't it always the case?”, he says aloud in a quiet voice before taking a spoonful of the treat to sample. “Mmmm...this is quite good!”, his low tenor rumbling in surprised delight.