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"What happens if we agree to this?" Sam asks. We are all sitting around a table, each of us taking a turn going over the accords on our own.

"How long do we have before they lowjack us like a bunch of common criminals?" Sam adds onto his question.

"117 countries signed this Sam. 117." Rhodes states the obvious.

"I have an equation." Vision says.

"Oh joy." I state leaning back and spinning in my chair.

"Kid you shouldn't be in here. You're going to sign this anyways so you can just go do something productive you too Wanda." Rhodes states looking at Wanda and I. My eyes widen and so does Steve's.

"I am not signing this! This gives people the right to own me! I am not a slave. I'm 15 years old I have the right to make my own decisions. And sorry James you aren't my legal guardian. Steve is." I glare at him as I finish my speech. He rolls his brown eyes at me and everyone continues without a second glance at me.

"Why are you so quiet?" Natasha asks Tony.

"He's going to sign that's why." I whisper looking at Tony hurt filled in my eyes.

"You know me so well kid. But I actually have an headache." Tony gets up and grabs a mug. But first he puts up a photo of a young man.

"that's Charles Spencer, by the way. He's a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA. Had a floor level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind a desk. See the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didn't want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do. He didn't go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where, Sokovia.." My heart drops and I look away from this picture.

"We dropped a building on him. So it's time to put up the check. If we can't accept limits or boundaries we are no better than the bad guys!" Tony yells making me jump slightly. Everyone stays quiet as Steve glares at Tony.

It was a death match between their eyes. I zone out once they start going to each others throats.

3rd perspective

As Tony and Steve continue arguing Natasha notices Letta's eyes are closed. She knew what that meant.

Letta was very special and had many special gifts. She could see many possible outcomes of the future none of them are 100% guaranteed. She could turn invisible and had force fields.

Coulson fell in love with her the day his eyes landed on her, hell everyone did. Letta was so young when she became a super hero, and Natasha was so proud of the young women she had become.

Sam notices the table cracking lightly and he nudged Natasha out of her daze. Natasha's eyes widen with worry she always wondered what Letta was seeing.

Letta was standing on the side lines against a wall of a cave. She watched as Tony stood over a beaten down Steve. Tony had hatred filled in his eyes and he was holding Steve's shield above his head. "You knew!" Tony yelled before smashing Steve's face with his shield.

Letta screams loudly as she witnessed this, causing Tony and Steve to stop arguing.

Letta's perspectives

I look around the room panicky.

"What did you see?" Tony asks kneeling in front of me. Tears well up in my eyes as I look into Tony's brown ones. They weren't filled with hatred, I knew it was only a vision, but it seemed so real.

"Letta what did you see?" Tony asks more sternly this time hoping to get something out of me. The words wouldn't leave my mouth. I don't understand why he would do that to Steve?

"Nothing... I... I saw nothing that's what scared me." I lied through my teeth. They all seemed to believe it except Wanda. I know she saw what I saw, hell last year she got into my head making me see something similar to that.

Steve's phone goes off and I look at him confused. His eyes sadden and I knew it had something to do with Peggy.

"I have to go." Steve states before walking out of the room. I stand up to go follow him but first I hug Tony tightly.

"Please don't sign those papers Tony." I whisper begging him before I chase after Steve, Sam following behind me.