With the meeting formally over, everyone was doing their own thing, and the calmness in the room was slowly disappearing. Rhodey was talking with Sam while Steve started to flip through the accords. Before it could get much further, Vision interrupted.

"I have an equation." Sam crossed his arms and turned to the... robot? Droid? Magic being? Toaster?

"Oh, this will clear it up." Everyone looked over at 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." Steve looked up from the Accords.

"Are you saying it's our fault?" Vison sat up more.

"I'm saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge. Challange incites conflict. And conflict, breeds catastrophe. Oversight, oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand." Rhodey lookat at Sam.

"Boom." Y/n raised an eyebrow.

"That doesn't even make sense. Steve was the first, not Tony. The gap from the 1940s till Tony's Iron-Man era had no new heroes or life-ending events. Sure he came out of the ice around then, but he was all hero-y way back when as well. Why didn't the rise start then?" Sam looked back at Rhodey.

"Boom."

Nat looked over at Stark.

"Tony. You're being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal." Steve looked up at her with a stern frown.

"It's because he's already made up his mind." Tony started to sit up in his chair.

"Boy, you know me so well. Actually, I'm nursing an electromagnetic headache. 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?" He walked over to the kitchen bench and grabbed coffee. He walked back over to the couches and placed his phone down before projecting his screen larger.

"Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way. He's a great kid. Computing 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. 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. 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 limits, if we're boundary-less, we're no better than the bad guys." Steve looked down.

"Tony, someone dies on your watch, you do not give up." Tony looked over.

"Who said we're giving up." Y/n looked at him.

"And this isn't just one death Steve. It's hundreds, thousands even. Even after the actual battle, the destruction we leave behind makes a huge impact. And you don't even know it." Steve looked around.

"Even if it's a lot of deaths, we aren't giving up. But we are if we're not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame." Rhodey frowned.

"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." Steve shook his head.

"No, but it's run by people with agendas, and agendas change." Tony took a step forward.

"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 stopped manufacturing." Steve shifted in his seat.

"Tony, you chose to do that. If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose." Y/n made a pfft noise.

"How good have our choices been so far? Really, how good?" Pietro looked at her.

"What of the pannel sends us to a place we don't think we should go?" Steve nodded and straightened his arm out to Pietro.

"Or what if there somewhere we need to go, and they don't let us? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own." Tony looked down at Steve.

"If we don't do this now, it's gonna be done to us later. That's the fact. That won't be pretty." Wanda looked up.

"You're saying they'll come for me." Vision looked forward.

"We would protect you." Natasha looked up.

"Maybe Tony's right. If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer, but if we take it off.." Same cut her off.

"Aren't you the same women who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?" Natasha just looked around.

"I'm just, reading the terrain. We have made some very public mistakes. We need to win their trust back." Tony leaned forward.

"Focus up. I'm sorry, did I just miss hear you or did you agree with me?" Natasha looked up at him.

"Oh, I want to take it back now." Tony smiled.

"No, you can't retract it. Thank you unprecedented." Steve got up and left, and Pietro took the break to turn to Y/n.

"Wait, you aren't signing, right?" Y/n pushed back.

"Pietro, I have to. We're hurting people." He frowned, pushing back as well.

"But signing it will hurt even more. This can't be a hard decision Y/n." She furrowed her eyebrows.

"It isn't! But maybe someone should actually read the Accords!" Wanda let out a laugh and everyone turned to her. She covered her mouth quickly as Y/n's eyes widened and people turned to her.

"Sorry, it's just funny that you were the one to say that." Y/n shook her head.

"Wanda, shut up right now." Pietro looked at her.

"No, what makes it funny? I want to know." Natasha took a step forward.

"I'm curious too." Wand looked up at now standing Y/n. Her eyes were wide, Y/n knew what was going to happen.

"I need to get out of here." She scrunched her eyes, but she didn't teleport. She started looking around, but she wasn't moving. What is going on? Wanda suddenly spoke through her hands.

"yrcounrd" Sam took another step forward.

"What was that Wanda?" You turned around and ran out of the room as Wanda burst.

"SHE CAN'T READ!" Everyone turned to the door swinging closed. Pietro snuck out while the others surrounded Wanda. Tony looked confused.

"What do you mean she can't read? She's 18, she can read." Wanda shook her head.

"She was never in school, she didn't learn how, and when her dad died she just dropped out. She was always away as a kid so she didn't teleport in front of people, but she ended up missing a lot of school and she just couldn't catch up." Rhodey shook his head.

"No, no, she does her mission reports. How could she write those if she can't read?" Wanda looked around, but Natasha answered for her.

"She's been bribing me and Clint to do them for baked goods. I just thought she hated paperwork." Sam raised an eyebrow.

"But if she can't read, how does she remember recipes? She's baking different stuff all the time!" Wanda looked at him.

"She remembers every recipe. Her memory is incredible. She colour codes things instead of plain labels, she works off of pictures instead of words, look, you'd have to ask her." Tony took a step forward.

"How long have you known?" Wanda hung her head.

"A while. A long while. A bit after Sokovia." Tony flung himself around with his head in his hands.

"And you didn't tell us? You just kept it a secret! We could have helped her!" Wanda looked at him.

"She made me promise! I couldn't tell you, or Cap, or Vision, or even Pietro! No one! I wanted to help her, but she wouldn't let me!"

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So, things were said, sides were made, and secrets were released. Remember, Cap doesn't know, nor doesn't Clint, Banner, or Thor. Just something to remember.

I actually really enjoyed writing this chapter. So many iconic lines.

Thanks so much for reading! Make sure to comment and vote, see you next week!