The Deadly Nightshade | { BOOK 1 of The Flower series }

[39] Complicated

"Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honour which is one more than you have," Rhodey argued as Sam, and he stood behind Steve, who was sitting in a love seat and flipping through the fat Accords.

Vision and Wanda sat on a comfortable bench. Natasha sat across from them on the same thing, with Tony silently laying across it. Jade sat quietly on one of the bar stools, listening to their debate on the Accords.

"So, let's say we agree to this thing. How long is it gonna be before they lo-jack us like a bunch of common criminals?" Sam asked.

"A hundred-seventeen countries want to sign this. A hundred-seventeen, Sam and you're just like, "No, it's cool"." Rhodey remarked.

"How long are you going to play both sides?" Sam accused.

"I have an equation," Vision interjected.

"Oh, this will clear it up."

"In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of noted enhanced persons has grown exponentially," Vision explained as he stared at Jade and Wanda. "And during the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commissive rate."

"Are you saying it's our fault?" Steve questioned.

"I'm saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict. . .breeds catastrophe. Oversight. Oversight is not an idea that could be dismissed out of hand."

"Boom." Rhodey looked at Sam with a smug look.

To be honest, Jade was actually getting tired of hearing this argument. They'd try to get their points across to each other, but the others won't grasp it, understand it. Jade knew that sticking together was more important than ending up on different sides, but if she used her abilities, she would want to use them for good. She longed to be seen as a hero rather than a villain.

How could she be seen as a hero when most of the world saw the Avengers as dangerous beings? They lost civilians' trust and hope in believing that the Avengers were there to protect the people. She wanted to gain that back. 

"Tony, you're uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal," Natasha pointed out, smirking down at Tony.

"That's because he's already made up his mind," Steve stated, looking down at him.

Tony sighed, removing his hand from his temples. "Boy, you know me so well. Actually, I'm nursing my electromagnetic headache. That's what's going on, Cap." He stood up, heading into the kitchen. He picked up a coffee mug. "It's just pain. . .says Humphrey. Who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal?" He turned around and glared at his teammates. "Am I running bed and breakfast for a biker gang?"

He placed down his phone and a hologram screen popped up with a young adult male profile picture. Tony gulped his coffee mug before he pointed to the hologram screen. "Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way. He's a great kid. Computer engineering degree. 3.6 GPA. Had a floor-level gig—an Intel plan for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul. Before he parked it behind the desk, see the world, maybe be of service. Charlie didn't want to go to Vegas, which is what I would do. He didn't go to Paris or Amsterdam. Sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where Sokovia. He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. I mean, we won't know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass."