(DISCONTINUED) MCU - | THE OUTLAW | (Natasha Romanoff x Male OC)

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| ⚠️ | Contains: Violence, Abuse, Etc. |

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| Avenger's Compound |

The Avengers gather around a seating area while they discuss and argue about the accords. Natasha and Herkulos sit next to each other as they always do. Herkulos sits and continues to stare at his hands, his mind going rampant with thoughts he wish he could control.

RHODES: "Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is one more than you have."

WILSON: "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?"

RHODES: "A 117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and you're just like, "No, that's cool. We got it"."

WILSON: "How long are you going to play both sides?"

VISION: "I have an equation."

WILSON: "Oh, this will clear it up."

Herk breaks his long term silence by stifling a laugh.

VISION: "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."

Herk looks at Vision questioning the robot's audacity.

ROGERS: "Are you saying it's our fault?"

VISION: "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."

RHODES: "Boom."

Tony is surprisingly quiet as he lays on the couch.

ROMANOFF: "Tony. You are being uncharacteristically non-hyper-verbal."

ROGERS: "It's because he's already made up his mind."

STARK: "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?"

Toby pulls up an image of a young man.

STARK: "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. 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 limitations, if we're boundary-less, we're no better than the bad guys."