PSYCHE | AVENGERS

The Sokovia Accords

I was with Steve in the living room watching the news.

"11 Wakandans were among those killed during a confrontation between the Avengers and a group of mercenaries, in Lagos, Nigeria, last month. The traditionally reclusive Wakandans were on an outreach mission in Lagos, when the attack occurred." The news lady said.

"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 King of Wakanda said on a conference.

"The Wakandan King went on-" Before the news lady could continue, I muted it. I was hearing another tv on with the same thing.

"She's doing it again." Steve sighed.

"Can you blame her? She feels like their blood is on her hands." I told him.

"She's wrong..." Steve said. "It's in all our hands."

"I know." I sighed. "It just annoys me."

"What does?" Steve asked me.

"That people always make us the bad guys. Sure, we could've handled the situation better, but its not like anyone could do better than us. Sure people died, and that's horrible... but how many people would've died if we never interfered? A whole lot more." I ranted.

"They don't care about that, Marianne. They don't understand." He said as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Well, let's hope that when they realize they do, it's not too late." I stated.

We stayed in silence for a few seconds until I took a deep breath.

"Come on. Let's go to her." I told Steve.

Once we reached Wanda's bedroom, she was sitting on her bed, watching the news. Steve was quick to turn off the tv.

"It's my fault." Wanda said facing the window.

"That's not true." Steve told her.

"Turn the tv back on. They're being very specific." Wanda said sadly.

"They don't know what happened. They weren't there." I told her.

"I should've clocked that bomb vest as soon as Marianne told us he wanted to kill himself..." Steve said as we walked inside the room. "Rumlow said 'Bucky'..." Steve said before glancing at me. "And suddenly I was a 16 year old kid in Brooklyn. And people died." He paused. "It's on me."

"It's on all of us." I said as we sat down on the bed next to Wanda. "I could've taken care of him as soon as I got close enough, but instead, I waited. I knew what his goal was and still... I waited. It's as much your fault as it is mine."

"This job..." Steve started. "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."

"Thanks for putting my words in a fancy way. I really appreciate it." I told him sarcastically.

Before he could respond, Vision walked in through the wall, startling us.

"Vis! We talked about this." Wanda scolded.

"Yes, but the door was open so I assumed that..." Vision trailed off. "Captain Rogers and Agent M wished to know when Mr. Stark was arriving."

"Thanks, Vision." I said with a nod.

"Thank you. We'll be right down." Steve told him.

"I'll use the door." Vision told us before walking towards it. "Oh, and apparently, he's brought a guest."