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"Five years ago, I had a heart attack. I dropped right in the middle of my backswing. Turned out it was the best round of my life, because after 13 hours of surgery and a triple bypass... I found something 40 years in the Army had never taught me: Perspective. The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt. You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives... but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some... who would prefer the word "vigilantes"." Ross says.

"And what word would you use?" Natasha asks crossing her arms over her chest annoyed.

"How about "dangerous"? What would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?" Ross replies before turning on a tv behind him.

The screen shows the attack on New York, and then it shows me.... I was only 13 when I had an accident in Arizona on a shield base. No one was killed but so many people were injured. I could feel everyone's eyes on me but I ignore them watching my younger self destroy things with my force fields. Then the screen shifts to Sokovia. And I grip Wanda's hand for reinsurance. Then it goes to Lagos and I watch as the building exploded and my heart drops thinking how Steve could have been in that building.

"Stop." I mutter tears welling up in my eyes. Ross didn't seem to hear me because he kept talking and showing the destruction.

"Stop!" I scream and he turns the tv off. Ross flared at me and I wipe the tears away before they could fall down the cheeks.

"You guys have been destroying the world for four years but we have a solution." Ross pushes a stack of papers towards Wanda.

"The Sokovia Accords. Approved by 117 countries... it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary." I shake my head in disbelief.

"The Avengers were formed to protect the world. I feel we have done that." Steve states.

"Where are Banner and Thor? Do you know where they are?" Ross asks Steve with raised eye brows.

"My dad believed in the Avengers. He wanted us to be strong And protect the world. How can we do that with this?" I ask Ross anger in my voice.

"Yeah and look where his believing got him. It got him dead, killed by one of your team mates brother." Ross snaps at me.

"That enough!" Steve yells standing up. I stand up and leave the room slamming the door behind me. As I get far enough from the room I let out a sob and fall to the floor. The memory of that day comes flashing before my eyes making me cry harder.

'Lettie come one you need to stay here and not move.' My dad says giving me a stern look. Alarms are going off and I nod my head. I knew something bad was happening. I'm 12 I'm not stupid.

'Dad.' I whisper scared he kisses my forehead and leaves rubbing down the hall. Carefully I look around to make sure no one if watching and I turn invisible carefully following my dad. He enters a room where a man dressed in a Halloween custom is standing smirking. My green eyes land on Thor stuck in the box that was made originally for Banner.

I couldn't hear was my dad was saying I just watched as he got stabbed causing a loud scream to leave my mouth. My dad shoots the god and falls to the ground.

I make myself visible and run to his side placing his head in my lap. "That's what the thing does. I told you to stay put. You never listen to me." My dad laughs lightly cupping my cheek. Tears steam down my face as I cry.

"You promised you wouldn't die. You promised me you wouldn't leave me. Dad please. I love you please don't leave." I sob watching as my dad take his last breath. I let out a loud scream and tears leave my eyes as my body is filled with anger.

"Letta."

"Letta!" I hear someone yell. I look up and realize I am back in the Avengers compound and I look up to see Sam looking at me concerned. My breath is uneasy and I let out another sob. Sam sighs and picks me up letting me cry on his shoulder.

"It's my fault. He died and it's my fault Sam." I cry clinging onto him like my life depended on it.

"And now I'm going to loose everyone else."