Goddess of Light

Chapter 52 ~ The Sokovia Accords

"11 Wakandans were among those killed during a confrontation between the Avengers and a group of mercenaries in Lagos, Nigeria last week. The traditionally reclusive Wakandans were on an outreach mission in Lagos when the attack occurred." A female news anchor explained while Steve and I watched from the lounge at the compound. 

My head was resting on his leg like a pillow while he hung his arm around my stomach, supporting my bump. We watched the news, feeling the guilt like a weight suspended in our chests. 

The king of Wakanda then appeared on the screen, looking rather angry. "Our people's blood is spilled on foreign soil, not only because of the actions of criminals, but by the indifference of those pledged to stop them. Victory at the expense of the innocent, is no victory at all." The old man spoke causing the guilt to twang in my heart.

I wasn't even there but I still felt a world of responsibility for the catastrophe. 

"The Wakandan king went on to-" The news anchor was cut off by Steve switching the news off, clearly not able to stand hearing about their grave actions.

As the sound of the nearby television was cut off, the sound of a similar report could be heard coming from a different room. Collectively, Steve and I figured that it would be Wanda listening to the poisonous words of the press and making herself feel even worse about her actions.

I lifted my head up from Steve's leg and he helped me to my feet as we started to make our way towards Wanda's room. 

We arrived outside her open door and Steve leant against the doorway while I stepped into the room picking up the remote and turning the television off. Wanda had been so engrossed in the terrible words about herself that she hadn't even noticed our arrival. The switching off of the TV brought her attention to her guests.

"It's my fault." She muttered with a slight break in her voice. 

"Thats not true." Steve murmured in response as I slowly made my way over to Wanda's bed. 

"Turn the TV back on. They're being very specific." She replied sadly. 

"I should've clocked that bomb vest long before you had to deal with it.' Steve explained as he followed me into the room. 'Rumlow said 'Bucky'... and all of a sudden I was a sixteen-year-old kid again, in Brooklyn." He added as I patted the spot next to me on the bed and shuffled up a little to make room for him to sit. "And people died... It's on me."

"It's on both of us." Wanda added with a sad smile to Steve and I.

"At least you two are okay." I sigh, leaning my head on Wanda's shoulder comfortingly. 

I couldn't help but feel selfishly grateful that Wanda accidentally bombed the building. I had seen the security footage of the event and saw that if Wanda hadn't done what she did, Steve would have been blown up instead.

I know that there isn't much logic in one person killed over 26 but that one person is my whole world and I'm grateful to Wanda for not taking away the father of my children because I wouldn't even be able to look at them if Steve had been taken from me and having to see his face in them every single day. 

"This job... We try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn't mean everybody. But if we can't find a way to live with that... then next time... maybe nobody gets saved." Steve acknowledged before Vision phased through the wall spooking us.

"Jeez Vision! Don't scare me like that." I jumped, clutching onto my stomach.

"Hey, woah. Are we okay?" Steve turned towards me quickly, pressing his hands down on my belly. Clearly, he thought that Vision jumping out of the wall was going to kickstart my labour.