𝐖𝐞𝐛𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬

Two

Everyone converted to the common room.

Sitting on the chair in the far corner with your head in your hands, you listened to Sam and Rhodey argue over whether to sign the accords or not.

"Secretary Ross has a congressional medal of honour which is one more than you have." Rhodey starts.

"So let's say we agree to this thing. How long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals." Sam argued.

"117 countries want to sign this. 117 Sam and you're just like no it's cool."

"How long are you gonna play both sides."

Both of them were cut off by Vision. "I have an equation."

"Oh, that'll clear it up," Sam commented sarcastically.

"In the eight years since Mr Stark announced himself as iron man the number of known enhanced persons have grown exponentially. And during the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate."

"Are you saying it's our fault?" Steve decided to question.

"I'm saying there may be a causality our very strength invites challenge, challenge incites conflict, conflict breeds catastrophe, oversight, oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand."

"Boom." Rhodey commented, glad someone was taking his side. You internally rolled your eyes, already having your mind set on not signing.

"Tony, you're being uncharacteristically un-hyper verbal" Natasha said, but meaning it as more of a question.

"That's because he's already made up his mind." Steve answered for him. Knowing he'd have gone with the government's requests seeing as he was so far up their ass.

"You know me so well." He turned to Steve as he stood from where he lay on the couch and walked into the kitchen. "I'm nursing an electromagnetic headache, that's what's going on cap it's just pain, discomfort. Who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?" He huffed, picking out coffee beans from the sink.

He picked up his phone, placing it on the edge of the kitchen island, which then went on to project an image of a young boy.

"Oh, that's Charles Spencer by the way. He's a great kid, computer engineering degree 3.6 GPA. Had a floor-level gig intel planned for the fall but first. He went to proof a few miles on his soul. Before he parked it on a desk, see the world may be of service, Charlie didn't want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale which is what I would do. He didn't want to go to Paris or Amsterdam, sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor guess where? Sokovia." He waved his arms in the air, trying to get his point across.

"He wanted to make a difference I suppose. I mean we won't know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass." He paused, taking a large sip of his coffee "There's no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check, whatever form that takes I'm game. If we can't accept limitations we're bound realist, we're no better than the bad guys."

"I mean someone dies on your watch, you don't give up." Some form of relief washed over you as it seemed that Steve was potentially on the same side as you.

"Who said we're giving up?"

"We offer not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame."

Rhodey spoke again, "Sorry. Steve that is dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations we're talking about it's not the world security council, it's not shield, it's not hydra."

"But it's run by people with agendas and agendas change." You finally decided to lift your head to make a statement, causing everyone to turn and look at you.

"That's good. That's why I'm here, when I realised what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands I shut it down, stopped manufacturing." Tony spoke again.

"Tony, you chose to do that. If we sign this we surrender our right to choose. What if this panel sends us somewhere we don't think we should go. What if there's somewhere we need to be and they don't let us?" You remarked, standing from your seat and your voice a little louder than you meant it to be.

"We may not be perfect but the safest hands are still our own" Steve agreed with you.

"If we don't do this now, it's gonna be done to us later. That's the fact. That won't be pretty." Tony had no intention of changing his mind.

"You're saying they'll come for me," Wanda thought out loud. Making you take your seat back next to her, slinging your arm around her shoulder.

"We would protect you. At all costs." You offered.

"Maybe Tony's right. If we have one hand on the wheel we can still steer." Nat flinched at her words slightly, hating the fact that she was agreeing with Tony.

"Aren't you the same woman who told the government to kiss your ass a few years ago?" Sam questioned, making you chuckle under your breath.

"I'm just.." She paused, trying to find the right words. "I'm reading the terrain. We have made some very public mistakes, we need to win their trust back."

"I'm sorry did I just mishear you or did you agree with me?" Tony joked, clearly pleased that he finally got the assassin on his side.

"Oh, I wanna take it back now." She shook her head slowly.

"No no no, you can't take it back now. Thank you. Unprecedented. Case closed. I win."

Steve stood up frantically, phone in hand, slamming the accords on the table.  "I have to go." was all he said before leaving the room.

You excused yourself before leaving to go check on him.

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A/N: Hey guys. I hope you're enjoying this story so far. I know there hasn't been a great deal of interaction between the reader and Natasha yet but I can guarantee its coming soon.

•Also are you team cap or iron man?