𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒, captain america: civil war [2] ✓

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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

"Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honour, which is one more than you have." Rhodes argued with Sam, stood behind where Steve looked over the Accords.

Sam scoffed, saying, "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?"

"117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam.  And you're just like, 'no, that's cool, we got it.'" Rhodey continued, looking like he was criticising Sam for his opinion.

"How long are you gonna play both sides?" Sam asked, before they were interrupted by Vision, who stepped forwards.

"I have an equation," Vision claimed, his robotic voice stopping Rhodey and Sam's argument before it could continue.

"Oh, this'll clear it up." Sam said, crossing his arms as he stood defensively.

"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 offered, making small gestures with his hands as he explained.

"Are you saying it's our fault?" Steve asked Vision, rather offended at his equation.

"I'm saying that there might be a causality, our strength invites challenge. Challenge invites conflict. And conflict... breeds catastrophe. Oversight... oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand." Vision continued.

"Boom." Rhodey spoke smugly, moving his arms out in victory before returning to his position. Then Natasha spoke up, her eyes on Tony who lay on the sofa with a hand over his eyes.

"Tony.  You're being uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal." The redhead stated, drawing the other heroes' attentions to the genius.

"It's because he's already made up his mind." Steve decided, the crease in his forehead very obvious.

"Boy, you know me so well." Tony scoffed, standing up with a face of discomfort before he rubbed the back of his head.
"Actually, I'm nursing an electromagnetic headache." He told the group, walking towards the kitchen area and grabbing himself 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 continued, looking at the group with an annoyed face.

The Stark placed his phone down, tapping it and making a picture project into the air of Charles. He looked towards the ground, before looking up again, pretending to finally notice the picture of the boy.

"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 explained, having done his research on the boy.

The group's faces changed, all of them looking effected by the news. They could guess where it had gone from there.

"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."
Stark took a painkiller with his coffee, before he turned back to the others.
"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."