It was a crazy idea. Absolutely mental, in fact, and this was from a woman who'd fought aliens with Shakespeare. But their lives depended on going undercover and pretending they were married - pretending that T'Challa was a normal person, which, as far as she'd seen, he definitely wasn't - so she just had to grin and bear it.

Which was why they were in a restaurant in Munich - out for a date, ostensibly, before returning to their flat - and Martha was wearing a strappy black dress and heels she really didn't want to have to run in. "Oh, honey, do you think we should get dessert?" she asked, reaching out and touching the back of his hand. "Or would you rather have it back home?" The smile she gave him was ostensibly seductive, but didn't quite reach her eyes.