Nova Black is a 20 year old that was infected with a parasite. Nick Fury found out about her and called her in for the Avengers.
What happens when she meets Natasha Romanoff?
Will her past catch up with her?
Avengers: Assemble - ✅
Captain America: T...
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- "It was probably Venom." -
The Avengers and Tony had moved to a small seating area. Steve was reading through the thick file and Nova was tapping her thighs as if she was drumming. Everyone else was listening to Rhodey and Sam argue.
"Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honour, which is one more than you have." Rhodey said.
"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, that's cool. We got it.'" Rhodey shot back.
"How long are you gonna play both sides?" Sam asked angrily, crossing his arms.
"I have an equation." Vision interrupted.
"Oh, this will clear it up." Sam nodded as everyone began to listen to Vision.
"In the sight dusts since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the munger of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. During the Sam period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate." Vision began.
"Are you saying it's our fault?" Steve questioned, turning a page on the Accords even though he wasn't reading them.
"I'm saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge invites conflict. And conflict... breeds catastrophe. Oversight. Oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand." Vision explained, looking around the tense room.
"Boom." Rhodey mumbled and Nova rolled her eyes.
"Tony." Natasha spoke up, looking at the man who was slumped in his seat, a hand over his eyes. He let the hand drop when Natasha said his name. "You are being uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal."
"It's because he's already made up his mind." Steve commented.
"Boy, you know me so well. Actually, I'm nursing an electromagnetic headache." Tony stated, standing and going to the small kitchen next to them. "That's what's going on, Cap. It's just pain. It's discomfort. Who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?"
"It was probably Venom." Nova stated, running her finger over the black widow on her neck as Tony placed down a phone making a hologram pop up. He sighed.
"Oh, that's Charlie Spencer, by the way." Tony started. "He's a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor-level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind a desk. See the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didn't want to go to Vegas or For Lauderdale, chichi is what I would do. He didn't go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where. Sokovia." Tony continued and a few people looked down. "He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. We won't know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass. 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, if we're boundary-less, we're no better than the bad guys."
"Tony, someone does on your watch, you don't give up." Steve glared.
"Who said we're giving up?" Tony asked.
"We are if we're not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame." Steve explained.
"I'm sorry, Steve. That is dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations we're talking about. It's the not the World Security Council, it's not S.H.I.E.L.D., it's not HYDRA." Rhodey chimed in.
"No, but it's run by people with agendas, and agendas change." Steve continued.
"That's good. That's why I'm here." Tony spoke up, walking back towards the group. "When I realised what me weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stopped manufacturing."
"Tony, you chose to do that. If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose. And here I thought this was the country of freedom." Nova spoke up, mumbled the last part as she placed her elbows on her knees, leaning forwards.
"What if this panel sends us somewhere we don't think we should go?" Steve asked. "What if there's somewhere we need to go and they don't let us? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own."
"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 said.
"You're saying they'll come for me." Wanda stated.
"We would protect you." Vision responded and they glanced at each other.
"Maybe Tony's right." Natasha spoke up and everyone turned to her. " if we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. If we take it off-"
"Aren't you the same Conan who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?" Sam asked, interrupting her.
"I'm just reading the terrain. We have made some very public mistakes. We need to win their trust back." Natasha continued.
"Focus up, I'm sorry. Did I just mishear you or did you agree with me?" Tony questioned.
"I want to take it back now." Natasha stated.
"No, no, no, you can't retract it. Thank you.Unprecedented. Okay. Case closed. I win." Tony bragged.
"I have to go." Steve suddenly said, standing and slapping the Accords onto his chair before leaving the room.
"I'll go check on him." Nova mumbled, kissing Natasha's hair before following after Steve.
He stood at the bottom of the stairs, pinching the bridge of his nose in sadness. Nova approached him, standing a step up before placing a hand on his back. Steve placed his head on her shoulder, a stray tear running down his cheek. No words were exchanged but he knew Nova was there for him.
