Persuasion »Quicksilver

Finding A Soldier

London

Although I never met Peggy Carter in real life, I have heard stories of her success.

She was definitely loved, I could tell that just by looking at the throngs of people at her funeral. I hope she knew it.

I smooth my black coat across my knees.

England was definitely colder then the USA, something that bothered Pietro more than myself. After the service ended and all the other guests had left, Pietro and Sam had left to get hot coffee.

Steve and I remained, the two of us tiny compared to the elegant arches in the cathedral. The intricate details surrounding us were beautiful and light, contrasting to the sober tone.

I didn't know what to say to Steve.

So I sat in a pew and waited , allowing him to think alone for a while.

A pair of heels echoed around the hall.
I turned my head to see Natasha Romanoff approaching us. A twinge of anxiety hit my gut- her face was blank and deceptively calm.

She had news.

Reaching us, she looks over at me then to Steve.

"When I came out of the ice, I thought everyone I had known was gone." Steve spoke to no one in particular. "Then I found out that she was alive. I was just lucky to have her."

"She had you back, too." Natasha sighed, her clothes were black and her tone sober. She stood across the aisle from Steve and I.

"Who else signed?"

"Tony, Rhodey, Vision."

I raise my eyes to meet Natasha's.
So it's happened then.
It all suddenly feels so real, the avengers are split. Both know that if I had been present, I would have signed. But I wasn't...so where do I stand now?

"Clint?"

"Says he's retired."

"Wanda?" I ask quietly. When I last spoke to her she did not claim a side.

"TBD."

I nod, Pulling at a loose thread of my scarf.

"I'm off to Vienna for the signing of the Accords. There's plenty of room on the jet."

Steve sighs heavily like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

" Just because it's the path of least resistance doesn't mean it's the wrong path. Staying together is more important than how we stay together."

"What are we giving up to do it?" Steve asks rhetorically, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I can't sign it.

"I know."

Steve looks puzzled at her response.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I didn't want you to be alone," Nat puts her arms around him and hugs him tightly "Come here."

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Lying on my stomach in a hotel, I ponder what will happen on our return. I doubt Steve and Sam will sign willingly- the thought makes my chest constrict.

The inevitable split of the avengers is the only outcome coming to mind. Where that leaves me...I don't know anymore. I believe signing the accords is the safer way to go, a way that will at least allow us to still help people. But what if there's another option? Go of the grid, decide for our selfs who is right and wrong... the line between the two are blurred. I don't know if I could find the good people from the bad anymore.