Immediately, T’Challa cursed himself for any contempt he held for Logan. He wasn’t his favorite mutant, by far, but he wasn’t a damned villain. Wolverine was respected by X-Men and Avenger alike, and has done much for the safety of the world. Why, then, must it be so hard?Goddess, this child carries such a burden, and for what? For being the daughter of a man who, despite his unfavorable qualities, was…
Was worth the attention of Ororo in another world.
"Oh, child…" The monarch bent down, taking her hand in a unexpected display of warmth, pushing back tears of his own. "I won’t lie to you. It is hard to think about my wife being with someone else, yes. Logan and I have had our disagreements, but he is still a protector of this world and fellow Avenger. If Ororo chose him in a different world…then so be it." He tentatively brushed a hair out of her face.
"The king and queen would like you to stay as long as you please."
She looked up at T’Challa in slight surprise, hearing the emotion in his own deep voice. “I apologise…my own mother has been lost to me for almost three years now. I’ve seen my father with other women, and children, and my mother as well. None of them accepted the fact that I was their daughter…until now.” Kendall N’Dare took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “I realize that I may not be what you want to see, having a newborn with the queen. But I’d like to see her, the baby. I’d look after her like I would with Evan back home, or Rory.”
"Thank you, T’Challa," she responded, holding back for a second, and then, in a childlike gesture that was for sure unladylike, went and gave the king a tight hug. His smell, of sandalwood and rain, soothed her as much as her mother’s or father’s scent did. The air around them, responding to her emotion, felt less tense and had become a calming atmosphere.
"Lost?" T’Challa whispered. It was difficult to hold back the sting of his tears as he imagined Kendall being without any love from her parents. From anyone. Oh, this poor child. How can such a wonderful young lady be treated so
He tensed from the contact at first, more from shock than discomfort. It wasn’t for a few moments that he realized what a relief it was, to be hugged by his stepdaughter. His family. Someone who needed the comfort of a parent.
That was his cue to finally embrace her back, taking her into his great arms with the intent of never letting her go. “Of course, dear Kendall,” he murmured, shifting slightly so he could look her in the eye. “I know you will make the perfect older sister. Come, let us visit her.”
"Oh, Goddess, I’m sorry," she smiled. "That wasn’t ladylike of me, was it?" She took a deep calming breath. "Thank you, T’Challa. This means more to me than you can imagine." Her eyes shone with hope, the exact replica of her mother’s. It had been a while since she felt the embrace of a parent, much less a male parental figure.
"May I see her?" Kendall asked, a feeling of care and protection towards her new little sister-the same type of feeling that she felt when Evan was born, and again when she met Rory. "I wonder if she’ll remind me of my baby brother at home," she questioned, softly. "Hopefully I won’t miss her growing up, as I did with Evan and Rory."