Little Avenger

1c

2016

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A year has gone by since Ultron attacked Sokovia and we blew it up. I'm no longer mad at the others for what happened, I shouldn't have been in the first place, I wasn't the only one to go through it. I just wish it never happened or, I was able to stop it before all that happened... happened.

I don't live in the tower anymore, I live with the others in the new Avengers facility, upstate New York.

We've got some new Avenger faces. Wanda and Pietro, of course, along with Vision, Sam Wilson and Rhodey.

The things I see when I zone out have gotten a bit stronger. Now, I don't only see the big green field and some big battle with a very large space ship, I also see some gold thing. I've seen less than half of it and, from what I can tell, it looks like a hand, or a glove.

I'm not sure but, it's weird and confusing and I want to know what the hell it is.

-

Last month, Steve, Nat, Sam, and Wanda went on a mission in Lagos, Nigeria. Not a very good outcome came from that.

Apparently, eleven Wakandans were of those killed among the rest. People saying that it the Avengers fault for the mistakes made, the mistakes that wouldn't even had occured if the bad guys hadn't have been there in the first place.

But, yeah. Blame us. Why the hell not?

And now, the Secretary of State is here so, that's awesome.

-

"Five year ago, I had a heart attack and dropped right in the middle of my backswing." Ross says and I squint my eyes at him, wondering why the hell I'm supposed to care about this right now. "Turned out it was the best round of my life because, after thirteen hours of surgery and a triple bypass, I found something forty years in the army had never taught me. Perspective. The world owes the Avengers and unpayable debt. You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some... Who's prefer the word 'vigilantes.'"

"And what word would you use, Mr. Secretary?" Nat asks.

"How about 'dangerous'? What would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?"

Who in hell fucking said that?

The only reason I'm keeping my mouth shut right now is because Tony told me to play nice, knowing exactly how my mind works when I'm having some trouble understanding the bullshit that comes out of some peoples mouths.

I get pissed.

And that is not a good idea right now.

So, I'm staying quiet.

No matter how badly I want to punch this guy in the face.

Ross backs up and the screen behind him shows us a map, bringing us to New York. Videos of the horrors that happened in 2012 are shown before it moves to Washington, DC. This one shows a helicarrier crashing down and destroying things while killing people. Sokovia, Lagos, so many horrors that we can't help wishing never happened and they act as if we did this all on purpose. It's not okay. But, neither is what we did. I don't even know what to think anymore.

"Okay." Steve stops him. "That's enough."

"For the past four years, you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision." Ross continues. "That's an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate. But, I think we have a solution."

His man, worker, assistant, guy hands him a very large book, him sliding it on the table to Wanda.

"The Sokovia Accords. Approved by one hundred seventeen countries." Ross says and Wanda slides it to Rhodey. "It states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel only when and if that panel deema it is necessary."

"The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place." Steve states. "I feel we've done that."

We have.

"Tell me, Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now? If I misplaced a couple of thirty megaton nukes you can bet there'd be consequences. Compromise. Reassurance. That's how the world works. Believe me, this is the middle ground."

"So, there are contingencies." Rhodey places his fingers on the book.

"Three days from now, the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords. Talk it over." Ross and his man head towards the door.

"And if we come to a decision you don't like?" Nat asks.

"Then you retire."