Shuri smiled, though her eyes were tired. "Of course you can. We are moving her to a more comfortable room now, you may stay with her as long as you wish." The princess glanced at her brother and he nodded. "You know you do not have to ask, White Wolf." She placed a gentle hand on Bucky's arm. "I will arrange to have your daughter nearby, so that you can also see her as often as you can."

In the recovery ward, Natasha lay comatose, breathing steadily despite the tubes and medical tape here and there. Her skin was ashen, eyes shadowed by dark hollows, but her heartbeat was regular and steady, if not exactly as strong as it had been before. Not just yet. A nurse was carefully smoothing loose red curls away from Natasha's face when a shadow fell over the doorway, and the Wakandan glanced up, then nodded invitation.

"Come in, White Wolf." She gestured. "We have brought a chair for you, and a few extra blankets. If you need anything else, do not hesitate to ask."