"Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is 1 more than you have." Rhodey talks to Sam. I looked at Steve, who was reading the Accords.
"So, let's say we agree to this thing. How long is it gonna be before they lo-jack us like a bunch of common criminals?" Sam talked back.
"A 117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and you're just like, 'no, it's cool.'"
"How long are you going to play both sides?"
"I have an equation." Vision jumped in.
"Oh, this will clear it up." Sam said and we all looked at Vision.
"In eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, The number of noted in enhance persons has grown exponentially. And during the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commissive rate."
"Are you saying it's our fault?" Steve told Vision.
"I'm saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict... Breeds catastrophe. Oversight. Oversight is not an idea that coy is dismissed out of hand."
"Boom." I heard Rhodey say.
"Tony, you're being uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal." Nat said and she looked at me.
"That's because he's already made up his mind." Made up his mind! No! You can't do this! Dad, please. No.
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"Boy, you know me so well." My dad got up, making me sit up. And he walked to the kitchen. "Actually, I'm nursing my electromagnetic headache. That's what's going on, Cap. It's just pain... Says Humphrey. Who's putting coffee grounds at the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?" He reached for his pocket and he turned on his phone and a picture showed up. A man. My dad took a moment. "Oh, that's Charles Spencer by the way. He's a great kid. Computer engineering degree. 3.6 GPA. Had a floor-level gig. An Intel plan for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul. Before he parks it behind a desk. See the world, maybe be of service. Charlie didn't want to go to Vegas, which is what I would do. He didn't go to Paris or Amsterdam. Sound fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor." My face fell. "Guess where, Sokovia." I sat there quite. Feeling bad for the family and him. "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." I closed my eyes and looked away. "There's no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check. Whatever form it takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, we're boundless, we're no better than the bad guys."
