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"Eleven 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."
Elena watched the footage of the explosion of the building in Lagos from where she sat on her bed, and although her light beam could be clearly seen, the most prevalent part was Wanda's red energy beam surrounding the blast.
"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."
She could feel the energy inside her begin to fade. It was like part of her was dying, but it wasn't any more painful than the sight of King T'Chaka mourn for his citizens and blame the Avengers for their deaths. She did not disagree; the Avengers were made to help protect the world, but how could they still call themselves avengers when they did just as much destruction as those who mean for it to happen?
"What legal authority does an enhanced individual like Wanda Maximoff have to operate in Nigeri--"
Elena snarled, chucking a pillow at the TV. "It's my fault, you dumbass!"
Luckily, before any more pillows could be chucked, the TV was turned off. Elena looked over at the door, where Steve leaned against the frame.
Elena heaved a sigh, blowing back a loose strand of hair. "It's my fault, you know. Not her's. I sent that blast into the building."
Steve shook his head. "That's not true."
"Which part?" Elena scoffed. "The part where they're blaming Wanda for the deaths of 11 Wakandans, or the part where my light beam forced that explosion into the building? Go ahead, turn the TV back on. They're being very specific on which one."
"I should've clocked that bomb vest long before either of you had to deal with it." Steve walked over to where Elena sat. "Rumlow said 'Bucky'... and all of a sudden I was a 16-year-old kid again, in Brooklyn." He lowered down next to her. "And people died. It's on me."
If Steve was so hell-bent on taking the blame, Elena wouldn't let him take all of it. "It's on all of us."
"This job..." Steve sighed heavily, like all the pain and death had settled on his chest. "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... next time... maybe nobody gets saved."
Before Elena could let Steve's words sink in, Vision materialized in the room. "Vis, what the hell?! We talked about this."
Vision looked startled, as if he wasn't the one who just walked through the wall and into Ellie's room. "Yes, but the door was opened so, I assumed that..." He gestured at the door. "Captain Rogers wished to know when Mr. Stark was arriving."
