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All of them were gathered around the table. Steve was looking at the accords, while Sam and Rhodey argued behind him. "Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is one more than you have." "So let's say we agree to this thing. How long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?" Sam asked him. "A 117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and you're just like, "No, that's cool. We got it. "?" "How long are you going to play both sides?"
"I have an equation," Vision said. "Oh, this will clear it up," Sam said and both him and Rhodey turned to him. "In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. And during the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate," Vision said. "Are you saying it's our fault?" Steve asked him. Lilly placed a hand on his shoulder and shook her head.
"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 can be dismissed out of hand," Vision said. "Boom," Rhodey said.
"Tony. You are being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal," Nat said. Tony removed a hand across his face. "It's because he's already made up his mind." Steve added. Tony got up. "Boy, you know me so well," he rubbed the back of his head and walked to the kitchen.
"Actually, I'm nursing an electromagnetic headache." He grabbed a mug. "That's what's going on, Cap. It's just pain. It's discomfort. Who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?" "Tony, we said no jokes this time," Lilly said.
He placed his phone in a basket. The phone projected a photo of a young man. "Oh, 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," Tony said. "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." He ate some pills and said, "There's no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, if we're boundary-less, we're no better than the bad guys."
"Tony, someone dies on your watch, you don't give up," Steve said. "Who said we're giving up?" "We are if we're not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blames." "I'm sorry. Steve. That - that is dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations we're talking about. It's not the World Security Council, it's not SHIELD, it's not HYDRA," Rhodey intervened. "No, but it's run by people with agendas, and agendas change." "That's good. That's why I'm here. When I realized what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stop manufacturing," Tony added.
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Fanfiction"A lot of times freedom doesn't mean being free. It is not a right, but a choice. Anyone can be free if they want to. Telling someone to be free is taking away their choice to be free. You don't take away decisions." A story in which Lilly Richards...