I used the deleted scene with Steve and Sharon, then the one in the movie. I think it worked better for this story. Sorry, about the minor Staron moment...
I feel like I am spoiling you guys, like I never update this close together! Lol
Lyrics belong to Duncan Laurence song Arcade
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My mind feels like a foreign land Silence ringing inside my head
. . .
Vienna
"Excuse me, Miss Romanoff?"
Natasha turns around, ignoring the sounds coming from around the room. Everyone is here for the signing of the Accords. All the representatives for their own countries.
The panel members. Reporters.
Governors. Media.
The room is crowded, full of people talking their opinions, hoping to sway the other individual to their side.
"Yes?"
The redhead smiles slightly, watching as a young brunette walks forward. She's holding a clipboard, with a couple of sets of papers on it.
"These need your signature."
Natasha accepts the pen, staring down at the bottom highlighted portion. She leans over, signing her real name - her legal name -something completely foreign to her. This wasn't some alias, where she could make choices and then take it back.
She hands the young woman the pen, not allowing herself to second guess her decision. The brunette smiles, "Thank you."
"I suppose neither of us is used to the spotlight."
She turns around, quickly recognizing the young man to be Prince T'Challa of Wakanda. Natasha smiles slightly, "Oh, well, it's not always so flattering."
"You seem to be doing alright so far." T'Challa's eyes flicker around the room, giving a smile. "Considering your last trip to Capitol Hill, I wouldn't think you would be particularly comfortable in this company."
"Well, I'm not."
He nods, almost as if he was satisfied with the answers he received from observing her. "That alone makes me glad you're here, Miss Romanoff."
"Why?" She questions, "You don't approve of all this?"
"The Accords, yes. The politics?" The Prince shrugs, but she can feel the distaste burning off him. "Not really. Two people in a room can get more done than a hundred."
