This morning, the Golden City of Wakanda was bustling with activity.

It was mainly because of Miss Watson.

No one was willing to attend the breakfast event, so she decided to continue helping the people of Wakanda and went to the refugee camp. Since the wounded were transported to medical platforms and other facilities, there were mostly people with nothing to do here, most of whom were children. Miss Watson didn't mind, of course, she liked playing with children.

Then, within 10 minutes, she was surrounded by three layers of people. No matter how high the living standards of the residents of Wakanda were, they were still black-skinned. How could they have seen such a beautiful white-skinned woman? And Miss Watson's floating cape turned into a tights, which was even more deadly. Her thin waist, hips and thighs were fully revealed. The visual effect of the attached layer of fabric was doubly attractive.

In addition to women and children, there are also many men in the refugee camp. If there were no guards watching, a conflict would probably break out.

After consulting his superiors, the captain of the guard had to send more people to maintain order.

King T'Challa didn't take it seriously at first.

He had heard about Miss Watson's fighting ability from the Avengers and Guardians of the Galaxy. In terms of strength alone, her strength was at the level of the Hulk. She had just thrown a rhino weighing more than 5 tons into the sky with ease. There were not many people in Wakanda who were qualified to mess with her.

The young king told the captain of the guard to maintain order and then went on to deal with post-war affairs. However, sporadic news continued to arrive, with versions ranging from "Miss Watson sympathizes with refugees" to "Miss Watson attracts onlookers" to "Miss Watson performs a show" and finally to "Miss Watson is quite popular."

The current version is "The refugees sang and danced."

Some Wakanda officials then felt something was wrong.

What's wrong with these people?

Although Africans can dance anytime and anywhere, the Wakanda authorities were surprised that they could recover so quickly after the alien invasion the night before. Intelligence personnel were quickly asked to conduct an assessment and analysis, and a briefing was handed to T'Challa at noon.

Then T'Challa couldn't hold it anymore.

Especially this sentence "Around 11 a.m., many people in the refugee camp started dancing, and it is now developing into a celebratory parade", which made T'Challa look confused for the first time in his life. His sister Shuri next to him handed him a tablet computer, and a large group of people in the refugee camp were dancing in circles around Miss Watson.

African drums and some musical instruments were placed in the center of the temporary stage. The people spontaneously formed a band, and Miss Watson even wore a pre-woven feather flower crown on her head.

"What are they singing?"

The tablet computer was silent. Su Rui swiped his finger towards the corner and a song came out from the speaker.

"Mungu wetu, tulinde pori na viumbe vyake. Ubariki ardhi hii na uzingatie mizizi yetu."

(Our God, please protect the grassland and all living things, bless this land, and look after our roots)

"Mungu akubariki kwa kila hatua. Akupe nguvu kama ya kifaru, Na amani kama ya mto wa savanna."

(May the gods bless you every step forward, granting you the strength of a rhinoceros and the peace of a prairie river)

The accompaniment is simple, but Miss Watson's ethereal singing is enough to grab all attention. It is slightly louder than the call from the grassland in the early morning, but retains the comforting warmth of dusk. The beautiful face captured by the drone camera has her eyes closed, fully immersed, and her hands clasped in prayer.

The originally black tights somehow had patterns on them. The main colors were all gray and white, very much in the style of African tribal war patterns, but on Miss Watson it looked inexplicably holy, and swayed slowly as her body twisted in her beautiful singing.

Like an angel.

T'Challa doesn't believe in God, but that's the best word he could come up with.

“That’s Swahili.”

Su Rui listened to a few words and looked at his brother in surprise: "I really didn't expect that. Hey, do you still remember the language elective course we took in high school?"

"I, uh, kind of forgot." T'Challa knew that he was not as smart as his sister. Looking at the refugees who began to sing on the screen, he changed the subject: "That's good, isn't it? At least it calmed everyone's emotions. I should thank her in person later."

"I'm afraid I can't completely agree." Shu Rui blinked and handed over another briefing that the intelligence department had just submitted: "The intelligence personnel sent to the refugee camp witnessed Watson's actions throughout the process. They believe that this beautiful woman has begun to establish a reputation among the people."

"What does that matter?"

T'Challa didn't understand and took a glass of water to moisten his throat. He had been giving orders today and his throat was a little hoarse. "The intelligence department doesn't know that Watson is from another world. In fact, she may leave today."

“They really don’t know.”

Shu Rui tried hard to hold back his laughter and pointed at the words on the briefing: "Suggested approach one: Bring Ms. Watson into the palace, or find her something else to do, so that the people will not have too deep an impression of her, which will be detrimental to the royal rule and cause hidden dangers to stability."

"Very good." T'Challa took a sip of water. "What else? Capture Watson?"

"Suggested approach 2: Intensify efforts to shape Ms. Watson's image in Wakanda and marry her as the Queen of Wakanda to further consolidate the royal regime."

puff--!

T'Challa just gushed out.

Su Rui's prank succeeded and he laughed out loud.

"Which idiot made that suggestion?!" The man quickly adjusted his mood, but still couldn't help but swear a few times: "The Council of Elders is right, right? How dare they say that? Don't they know that I'm planning to marry Najia? This is simply overstepping the mark!"

"They have the right to make suggestions. This is just a suggestion." Su Rui continued to smile: "And I think your marriage may be a little bit different."

"What do you mean?"

"This report was submitted by your girlfriend Nakia."

"This... this is not right!" When it comes to his girlfriend, T'Challa really gets anxious: "Watson is just... I don't know how to put it, anyway, she may not be a woman!"

"Do you think Nakia would believe it?"

Upon hearing this, the King of Wakanda was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He no longer had time to argue with his sister, and quickly sent someone to invite Miss Watson, emphasizing that she must be brought into the palace in a nice manner. Then he called all the Avengers and Guardians of the Galaxy members he could invite, and arranged for all the chefs, musicians, and dancers, just hoping that Miss Watson would stay put and not run around.

Then T'Challa ran away and went to find his girlfriend who was in charge of intelligence work.

......

At noon, Steve stepped into the temporary base of the Avengers and the Guardians of the Galaxy, which was a hall located on the edge of the palace with a great view. But not everyone was here. Banner was accompanying Natasha to recover from her injuries, while Thor and Star-Lord chose to be absent. The former went to find his Asgardian comrades, and the latter naturally went to drink. Some members of the Guardians of the Galaxy also left with him.

In fact, only Mantis came here from the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Steve soon heard some unusual noises.

After careful observation, he understood why some people were reluctant to come over. This atmosphere was indeed somewhat contrary to the emotions of sad people.

"What-!"

“Baaaaaaaaaaaa——!”

"What-!"

“Baaaaaaaaaaaa——!”

"Baa!" Miss Watson leaned on the railing, bleating at the sheep below, and then listened to their bleating responses, enjoying it. Mantis Woman followed suit. She was originally a bit stupid, and when she put her hand on Miss Watson's skin, she was immediately infected by her neurotic mood and laughed louder than anyone else.

It even overshadowed the sound of Yang Meimee at one point.

"Watson! Mandys! You've been yelling for five minutes! Can you take a break? The new cake is here!" They continued to bleat for a while, and the group of people behind them couldn't stand it anymore. Tony put down his cup first and coughed hard: "Don't say I didn't warn you, there won't be any share for you two when the meal is finished!"

“I’m fucking here!” Miss Watson pulled Mantis back after a 100-meter sprint, with a mischievous expression on her face: “Where is it, where is it? Hey, where’s my plate?”

"Give you a new one."

Tony pointed to the large plate of portioned cake on the table.

"Okay." Miss Watson ate with her knife and fork, her exquisite cutting skills were as smooth as flowing water, pleasing to the eye. She was now wearing a dress given by the Wakanda royal family, which finally looked more natural than the tights that the levitation cape had turned into.

The tights were just too tight, so the men didn't know where to look. Plus, Ms. Watson's exaggerated and unreasonable body curves made it easier for Tony and Hawkeye to deal with their partners, but Ant-Man Scott had a partner at the scene, so it was really torturous.

It's not much better now.

This dress was a slim-fitting long dress style, and the palace tailor had to temporarily modify many places so that it could fit Miss Watson's body - mainly her chest and hips.

If you don't expand it, it really won't fit.

Otherwise, what if it cracks?

The opening from the neckline to the top of the chest was designed to be both sexy and beautiful, but once Miss Watson put it on, it was pushed into a low-cut shape; the same style was applied further down, and the slit in the skirt, which was held up by the hips, was more exaggerated than sexy, and could only be manually retracted with needle and thread.

In view of the fact that four sets of clothes were torn in a row during the fitting, the palace tailor had no choice but to change it to a backless style. No matter how it was handled, this evening dress, worn by Miss Watson, had obviously exceeded the designer's best imagination.

When she walked into the hall alone, it was no surprise that she caught everyone's attention.

When she took off the matching wide-brimmed hat and veil, no matter how much she had emphasized that she was a man, no one could associate this charming and beautiful woman with male characteristics.

Vision then made the final decision.

Now this Watson is pure womanhood.

Just make sure everyone is not able to do anything.

Now Steve was the one who found it most difficult to accept. He stared at Miss Watson's face, then looked down. He seemed to realize that it was impolite, so he moved his eyes up with great difficulty. He wanted to ask questions, but he couldn't organize his words for a long time.

Tony had actually discussed this with Steve in advance. The two of them planned to persuade Watson to stay in this world for a while longer. However, seeing Captain Rogers's expression of doubt about life, Iron Man became a little anxious and kept giving him looks.

Under the gaze of more than a dozen people at the scene, Miss Watson finished a large plate of cake, then grabbed a napkin and wiped the various residues on her chest. The whole scene was full of ups and downs again.

"Watson..."

Receiving Tony's eye reminder, Steve coughed awkwardly beside him: "Can we talk now?"