four - debate

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Us avengers are gathered at around, Dad is sitting, studying the Accords, while Rhodey and Sam arguing behind us.

"Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is one more than you have." Rhodey argued to Sam

I was lying on the carpet on the floor while throwing almonds into my mouth. I'm trying to healthier, even if I never gain weight and have a permanent six pack.

"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?"

Tony was sitting with his hand of his face in annoyance.

Tony was sitting with his hand of his face in annoyance

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Sam has a point.

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

Rhodey has one too.

"How long are you going to play both sides?" Sam has his arms crossed, motioning to the sides.

" I have an equation." Vision sat next to Wanda with his legs crossed, he looks so posh and proper.

"Oh, this will clear it up." Sam clearly was annoyed.

I sat up and leaded my head on Dad's leg, the accords he was reading accidentally hit the back of my head. I looked back and gave him my own eyebrows of disappointment.

"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."

"Say what now?"

"Are you saying it's our fault?" Dad had one hand to flip the pages.

He's the only one who actually reads that, I barely read my homework. I wonder how I'm passing classes?

"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."

"Boom." Rhodey looked at Sam.

No one was looking for that.

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

Tony with one hand over his face. When Natasha speaks, he removed his hand to look at her.

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

"Boy, you know me so well." He got up, winced and rubbed the back of his head. "Actually, I'm nursing an electromagnetic headache." He walked to the kitchen and grabbed 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?"

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