"Their abilities?" Steve asked as they made their way towards the elevator.
"He's got increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis. Her thing is neural electric interfacing, telekinesis, mental manipulation. The younger ones has a small do...
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Nadia rubbed her forehead, tired of everyone bickering. She sat next to Steve as she flipped through the Sokovia Accords. She sighed looking up towards Sam and Rhodey, who continued argued.
"Secretary Ross has the Congressional Medal of Honor, which is one more than you have," Rhodey told him, crossing his arms. "So let's say we agree to this thing," Sam began.
"How long before it's gonna be before they LoJack up like some common criminals?"
"A hundred seventeen countries want to sign this. A hundred seventeen, Sam. And you're just like 'Nah, it's cool.'"
"How long are you going to be playing both sides?" Sam demanded as annoyance filled his eyes. "I have an equation." Vision announced. "Oh, this will clear it up," Sam muttered. "Maybe if you would shut up, it would." Nadia snapped and turn to Vision.
"In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of noted enhanced persons has grown exponentially. And during the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commissive rate." Vision told the group slowly.
"So you're saying it's our fault?" Steve asked, his eyebrow raised. "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 glanced over at Sam, who rolled his eyes. "Tony, you're being uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal," Natasha noted, glancing over at Stark. He was laying on the couch with his hand over his face.
"That's because he already made up his mind," Steve replied. "Boy, you know me so well." He sighed, getting up and heading towards the sink.
"Actually, I'm nursing my electromagnetic headache. That's what's going on, Cap. It's just pain... says Humphrey. Who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal?" He demanded. "Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?"
Stark pulled out a device and an image of a man a little older than Nadia appeared. "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 parks it behind the desk. See the world, maybe be of service."
Nadia stared at the picture, confused at what Stark was getting at. "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."
Nadia put her head down. She knew where Stark was getting. "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."
Tony took a sip of his coffee and looked back at the group. "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, we're boundless, we're no better than the bad guys."
