But really though...
Wakanda.
Squatter's Row.
The poor, broke and lonely district.
T'challa strolled calmly followed by a contingent of elite Dora Milage.
This was awkward considering their past history but what had to be done had to be done.
KNOCK KNOCK...
Storm answered the door wearing two dollar bin lingerie and those come hither boots which had grown tattered and ragged from years of wear and tear.
Storm: "Hey, Challa... Uhm..."
King T'challa: "Rent's due!"
Storm: "Yeah, about that... My Dark Phoenix residual check should be in the mail."
King T'challa: "Probably not... They yanked the movie from the theaters earlier than expected."
Storm: "Oh I see... Perhaps you can come in and we can settle this the old fashioned way like we used to."
King T'challa: "Naw, I'll stay out here while you go drum up some money."
Storm: "I don't have it."
King T'challa: "Maybe you can borrow it from Wolverine he seems to visit you a lot behind the scenes."
Storm: "You know about that?"
King T'challa: "Yep, and Gambit and Namor and Yukio but the intel on Yukio is not confirmed but that's none of my business."
Storm: "Why are they here?"
King T'challa: "The Doras are here to serve you your eviction notice... It wouldn't be proper for me to put hands on a lady now would it."
Storm: "Just give me another month I'm sure with the Disney buyout I'll get my own solo movie and I can pay you double next time."
King T'challa: "Kevin Feige says it might be 5 years before mutants are introduced into the MCU plus all the other super powered women are in line before you to get featured... You have to leave sorry!"
Storm: "DAYUM... I feel like the old chick in the club right about now!"
King T'challa: "The Doras will escort you to the border have a nice day... PEACE!!!"
It's what I do people carry on...