Alina Shostakov is a Alexei Shostakov's daughter, trafficked to the Red Room with her siblings, Natasha and Yelena only she was there since birth, having no choice but to do as the said.
During a mission, she meets Wade Wilson, a mercenary with a l...
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- "And failed horribly." -
"Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Hornor, which is one more than you have." Rhodey said to Sam, everyone sitting around while they read over the Accords.
"So let's say we agree to this thing." Sam started. "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 shot back.
"How long are you gonna play both sides?" Sam asked.
"I have an equation." Vision interrupted their squabbling.
"Oh, this will clear it up." Sam nodded as everyone looked to the robot.
"In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. During the same period, the number fog potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate." Vision explained.
"Are you saying it's our fault?" Steve questioned.
"I'm saying there may be a causality." Vision corrected. "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."
"Boom." Rhodey muttered, Alina rolling her eyes in annoyance at the entire situation.
"Tony," Natasha began, "you are being uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal."
"It's because he's already made up his mind." Steve stated.
"Boy, you know me so well." Tony uttered and started to stand up and head to the kitchen. "Actually, I'm nursing an electromagnetic headache. That's what's going on, Cap. It's just pain. It's discomfort. Who'd putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?" He placed down his phone and made a hologram of a boy appear. "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 the spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where. Sokovia. He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. 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 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 spoke up.
"Who said we're giving up?" Tony asked.
"We are if we're not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame." Steve mused.
"I'm sorry, Steve. That is dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations we're talking about." Rhodey butted in. "It's not the World Security Council, it's not S.H.I.E.L.D., it's not HYDRA."
"No, but it's run by people with agendas, and agendas change." Steve continued.
"That's good. That's why I'm here. When I realised what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stopped malfunctioning." Tony explained.
"And then you made Ultron." Alina spoke up making him turn to her.
"Excuse me?" The billionaire glared.
"You made Ultron, didn't you? Yes, you did." Alina started. "After you cut off your weapons for being 'too dangerous', you made robot capable of things we can't control."
"I tried to." Tony scoffed.
"And failed horribly." Alina stated. "Do you want us to sign these papers because you think it's right, or do you just want to clear your conscience?"
"Do you have a conscience? Do you feel guilt?" Tony snapped.
"I do, yes. But at least I can own up to it and not try to wipe it away." Alina shot back. "I can accept the shitty things I have done, I don't pass on my mistakes so someone else can take the beating."
"Let's change the subject before you two kill each other." Natasha chimed in.
"Tony, you chose to stop making weapons. If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose. What if this panel sends us somewhere we don't think we should go?" Steve quizzed. "What if there's somewhere we need to go and they don't let us? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own."
"If we don't do this now, it's gonna be done to us later. That's the fact. That won't be pretty." Tony argued.
"You're saying they'll come for me." Wanda spoke up.
"We would protect you." Vision stated.
"Maybe Tony's right." Natasha mused, shocking a few people. "If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. If we take it off-"
"Aren't you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?" Sam asked.
"I'm just reading the terrain. We have made some very public mistakes. We need to win their trust back." Natasha explained.
"Focus upon. I'm sorry. Did I just mishear you or did you agree with me?" Tony asked.
"Oh, I want to take it back now." Natasha mumbled.
"No, no, you can't retract it. Thank you. Unprecedented." Tony joked.
Steve glanced to his phone, Peggy now dead. He stood up, "I have to go."
Alina sat back in her seat, wondering if they would get out of the situation without worse things happening. Knowing their luck, the worst would happen and she wouldn't be able to get married in a few months.
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I had to include the argument with Tony an Alina because that's my personal opinion on Tony's reasoning for wanting to sign the Accords :)
