Judgment of the Endless (MarvelxDC)

[Just a heads up, I will not be following fixed timeline. Key events in Marvel will happen in their order don't worry, but other minor things will not. Real life things that I might add here will not follow Marvel's timeline.]

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Shuri's lab lay deep within the heart of Mount Bashenga, a towering and ancient mountain that stands as both a natural fortress and a symbol of Wakanda's rich history, a cave opening could be found.

The entrance was discreetly hidden, accessible only to those with the highest clearance, ensuring that the secrets within remain protected from the outside world.

The journey to the lab begins with a sleek, high-speed elevator ride that descends into the depths of the mountain. Visitors are greeted by a vast, high-tech corridor illuminated by soft, ambient lighting that highlights the sleek, modern design.

The walls are adorned with holographic displays showcasing the latest technological advancements and historical achievements of Wakanda.

At the end of the corridor, a set of massive, vibranium-reinforced doors open automatically, revealing the main hub of Shuri's lab. The lab itself is a marvel of cutting-edge technology and futuristic design, spanning multiple levels interconnected by transparent walkways and spiral staircases.

The space is filled with advanced equipment, from 3D holographic projectors and state-of-the-art computer systems to various experimental devices and tools that only Shuri and her team understand.

The central area of the lab is dominated by a large circular platform, often used for testing and demonstrating new inventions.

Surrounding this platform are various workstations, each tailored to a specific field of research, such as energy manipulation, biomedical engineering, and nanotechnology. 

At the heart of the lab a man could be found dancing enthusiastically to some engaging tunes. This man was Darius. His hair flung about and arms swishing around with vigorous energy.

The nearby scientists avoided being too close to him as they just might mistakenly get a backhand to the face.

Shuri, standing at her personal work station, watched with amusement as Darius went at it. The blaring music had prevented her from continuing her work.

"Are you getting this Griot?" She spoke out suddenly.

"Affirmative," a calm and articulate voice replied. A blob of light appeared on a console to Shuri's left. This was Griot, her AI.

Griot was an advanced artificial intelligence system that assists Shuri in her various technological and scientific endeavours. It provides her with information, analysis, and support, playing a crucial role in the operations within her lab and her innovative projects.

"Good, I could use this, hehehe."

"Shuri?" Griot said.

"For research purposes of course." Although the AI had no eyes of its own it did have a contemptuous expression in its lines of code. 'She has that look again,' he thought.

"Darius!" she called out to him. The man in question could not hear her words in the loud music and kept dancing. Of course with his mighty ears he could hear everything but he turned that off.

"Darius!!"

"Daaaa-rrriussssssss," she tried again, louder this time. Try as she may he kept on dancing.

🎵 Take me by the tongue and I'll know you Uh, kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you All the moves like Jagger I've got the moves like Jagger I've got the moves like Jagger🎵

🎵 Uh, I don't need to try to control you Uh, look into my eyes and I'll own you With them moves like Jagger I've got the moves like Jagger I've got the moves like Jagger🎵

"He certainly has got the moves," Griot made a comment. The tone of his voice implied he was enjoying what he was witnessing.

"Oh shut it," Shuri berated the AI, "Music off."

🎵Baby it's hard when you feel like You're broken and s---🎵

"Oy what gives." The sudden silence and absence of the melodious tune he was so engrossed in brought him out of his dancing stupor.

"When you said you wanted to see me work, this was not what I had in mind," she said, hands on her hips and head tilted to the side.

"Yeah yeah, I know. Its been long since the last time I listened to music, I couldn't help myself. Hehehe," He cheekily rubbed the back of his head.

"And by my observation you aren't doing anything other than recording me," he stared directly into her eyes.

Shuri was stunned and couldn't help getting flustered, "W-who is recording. I'm not recording anything, it must be your imagination."

"Sure sure, whatever you say princess," he said in a not so believing tone. 

Shuri coughed a few times and turned away with her hands hidden from view. Secretly she was making multiple copies of the video she took just in case Darius had a way of deleting them.

Darius couldn't help but smile and shake his head at her barely hidden intentions. 'Its not like it bothers me anyway, he thought. He wouldn't mind being recorded if she asked.

He fixed his frazzled hair and tied it in a high ponytail, a style he had picked up from his sister. *Jingle* His staff that had been floating ever so loyally by the side flew into his outstretched hand. 

After fixing his robes he approached Shuri's work bench ( More like command centre). He stood to her right, curious as to what she was doing. Hands flew across multiple holographical screens with such fluidity that expressed her professionalism in her respective art.

"Just what are you doing?"

"Oh this? I'm making upgrades to the panther suit, the old one was due for a makeover," she said motioning towards a podium where two panther suits stood.

The first one was the one T'Chaka had worn a couple weeks ago against the Jabari and it was clear the years of conflict had a done a number on it. Of course under normal eyes the suit looked perfect ad undamaged. However with his eyes he could see that the material had taken a huge toll over the last years.

The other suit was still in development. The silhouette it was mounted on could still be seen in certain parts and areas. Primarily the head and upper chest area were still unfinished. 

Even smaller parts in the lower regions were still uncovered. Shuri was typing and swiping relentlessly on her consoles making adjustments every so often.

"Urghhhh, why is this so hard." she moaned in frustration. "You ruined my concentration."

"Sureeee, blame your lack of imagination on the man who's just standing here doing nothing. Mmph" Darius turned his head away like a child that has been wronged. 

"Oooof~~" Griot muttered off in the corner.

"I swear to Bast, Griot shut it. Focus on making the suit." Shuri turned an annoyed glance towards the hologram that represented the cheeky AI.

"I can't get anything done anymore with you around."

"Well you invited me."

"Because you asked me to."

"And you agreed."

"I couldn't refuse could I."

"You could have."

The two went at each other back and forth. Unbeknownst to the both a of them, a certain Ai was recording their little interaction. 'This is for my personal research,' it thought.

*Shoooooo*

Off to the side of the room, where the elevator could be found, its doors opened revealing T'Challa in his royal attire.

It consisted of traditional robes, a long cloak that draped over his shoulder, a necklace in the shape of panther claws on his neck and a pair of sandals for footwear.

Stepping into the bright lab he was greeted by the sight of Darius and Shuri exchanging words in a not so calm manner. The scientists in the room had all stopped what they were doing and bowed in greeting. 

Acknowledging their greeting he nodded in return and urged them back to their tasks. He approached the bickering pair, "Did I arrive at a bad time."

"No"

"Yes"

They both replied simultaneously. The young prince simply smiled at the spectacle. Glad to see his sister talking to someone other than her subordinates and Ai.

"Brother help me~ Darius is bullying me," she whined in her brothers arms. It was worth noting that the twins were still quite young, barely 18 years of age. 

[A/N T'Challa was originally born in 1980 but in my fic both he and Shuri are born in 1988 and so currently at the age of soon to be 18 it is 2006, two years before Iron man 1]

T'Challa had an exasperated smile carved on his lips, amused by his sisters antics.

"Despite all that brain in that head of yours, you can still be quite childish," Darius commented.

"Ggrrrrrrr," Shuri ground her teeth, offended by his words. "Rwarrr!!" She pounced on him, a baton in hand.

Darius simply shifted to the side and down she went, sprawled on the floor. 

"Whoops," Pulling her by the ankle he lifted he with little to no effort at all and suspended her mid-air, upside down. Luckily for the both of them Shuri was never fond of skirts and opted to wear shorts instead.

"Let me goo you brute," she tried punching, scratching and even kicking but her efforts were for nought.

"So was your journey fruitful?" Darius turned to T'Challa and inquired about the journey he partook to the borders of Wakanda to resolve some minor conflicts.

"Well--"

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[Thanks for reading. Any questions o uncertainties lemme know.]