Fall of the Mighty ★ [4] ✔

Viva Vienna

⏳ 2016     

I didn't want to begin to think what Steve would say if he knew I was standing in the Vienna International Centre where the Accords were to be signed. Come to think of it, I didn't want to think about why I was there period. All Nat said to me when she met me outside of the church after Peggy's funeral was that a familiar face would be there. And that I needed to make an appearance to keep some semblance of peace.

I was too torn about what decision to make. Half of me screamed not to go, to side with Steve like I always had, to be the supportive girlfriend that I at least tried to be. I agreed with him. I agreed that government control would be our downfall, that it would inflict a chokehold tight enough to double our vision, and, in turn, lose lives.

But the other half of me, ordering with each fiber of my being, demanded I make the diplomatic decision. To make peace with those who strove to be the boot in this situation hovering over the ant, and to save more lives than we could alone. Because I agreed with the Accords as well. Tony was right. We needed to be put in check. We needed to be watched. Too many lives had been lost because we wrecked havoc trying to calm the chaos.

I stood by the window overlooking the plaza below, crowded with news crews from all over the world and journalists snapping photographs of incoming diplomats arriving to sign what would decide the future of heroes...and 'vigilantes' alike.

"Why? You don't approve of all this?"

I turned to the sound of Nat's voice mid conversation with a dark skinned man.

"The Accords, yes," he said, thick with an accent. "The politics, not really." He continued as I approached, his voice striking me with warm familiarity. "Two people in a room can get more done than a hundred."

I sided with Nat and gazed at the man I'd once met in battle, and, in return for saving his people, befriended him. The man who purred more than he roared.

"Hello, T'Challa," I greeted with a warm smile.

His head tilted for a second like a confused kitten before the toothy grin widened on his royal face. "Hello, Andromeda." His Wakandan accent was beautiful to the ears, one that I'd missed dearly. "It has been too long."