I am Thor

In the grand halls of Wakanda, Erik Stevens sat upon the throne as the newly crowned Black Panther. His gaze swept over the assembled elders, their expressions ranging from wary to unreadable. Rising from his seat, he addressed the council, his voice firm and unyielding.

"Where I grew up, black people were oppressed, unarmed, and helpless," Erik began. "When they rebelled, they were crushed. And during all that time, where was Wakanda?"

The room remained silent, save for W'Kabi, who watched with eager approval.

"This ends now," Erik continued, his voice rising with conviction. "Today marks the beginning of a new era. Those who enslaved us—their descendants, their accomplices—they will pay for what they've done. We will arm every oppressed nation with Vibranium weapons, overthrow their rulers, and dismantle their systems."

He stepped forward, his energy growing as he spoke. "It's time they saw our true strength! Wakanda will no longer hide. We are warriors! The wheel of history has turned, and this time, we will rule the world. Wakanda will be the new empire on which the sun never sets!"

The captain of the guard, standing among the elders, raised a cautious objection. "Wakanda has endured because we have never sought war. If we take this path, we risk losing everything."

Erik dismissed the concern with a wave of his hand. "That was the old way. Times have changed."

W'Kabi leaned forward, his support unwavering. "The world is shrinking, my lords. Conquest or submission—those are the choices. Better we become the conquerors."

Erik's fiery determination swept through the chamber. One by one, the elders lowered their eyes, offering no further resistance.

"Then it's decided," Erik declared. "Prepare for action."

As Erik exited the hall, his triumphant expression darkened. Shuri had escaped, and worse, she had taken the heart-shaped herb with her. Though he doubted anyone could defeat him in a duel, the thought of another Black Panther rising to challenge him gnawed at his mind.

In a remote cave in the Wakandan mountains, Shuri, Bruce Banner, and their allies regrouped. The group was tense, their faces shadowed by the dim firelight.

"Erik is a warmonger," Nakia said gravely. "If we don't stop him, he'll lead Wakanda to ruin."

Shuri sighed, clutching the heart-shaped herb tightly. "Even with this, it only grants me the power of the Black Panther. Against Erik, it's not enough."

The group fell into a heavy silence until Shuri's eyes lit up with an idea. She turned to Bruce Banner. "Bruce, will you marry me?"

The question caught everyone off guard. Banner blinked in disbelief. "Uh, what?"

Shuri leaned closer, her voice urgent. "Listen to me. As a princess, I can make you a prince. If you become part of the royal family, you'll be eligible to take the heart-shaped herb. With its power, you could become the new Black Panther."

Banner stared at her, his mind racing. Though his thin frame would gain little from the herb, as the Hulk, he could easily overpower Erik. But then, his face darkened.

"No," he said abruptly, his body trembling. His skin began to turn green as his voice deepened. "No!"

Banner collapsed to the ground with a thud. Shuri rushed to his side, helping him sit up.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice full of concern.

Banner shook his head. "Hulk… he told me the herb's power would be absorbed by him. It wouldn't transfer to me. For the Hulk, the heart-shaped herb is useless."

The group exchanged worried glances. Even with the Hulk's strength, without the symbolic power of the Black Panther, he couldn't unify Wakanda.

Shuri slumped against the cave wall. "Then what do we do now?"

Nakia broke the silence. "There's one other option. M'Baku."

Shuri frowned. "M'Baku? The chieftain who challenged my brother? He's a barbarian!"

The queen looked skeptical. "M'Baku leads his people like savages. How could he be an ally?"

Nakia's voice was resolute. "M'Baku is strong, and he has honor. He may be our only hope."

The group traveled to the Jabari stronghold, where they found M'Baku. To their surprise, he led them to a hidden tent in the back mountains. There, they discovered T'Challa—alive, but barely clinging to life.

Shuri's eyes filled with tears as she knelt by her brother's side. "He's still alive," she whispered.

The queen prepared the heart-shaped herb with her own hands, grinding it into a potion. "Bless the ancestors," she murmured. "Black Panther, watch over my son."

They fed the herb to T'Challa, burying him in the snow to aid his recovery. Slowly, his breathing steadied, and his eyes fluttered open. In the dreamscape, he found himself standing before a black panther that transformed into his father.

"Son," his father said gently, "it's time to come home."

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