Author's note: Hey guys! So I took a short break from writing, but I'm back now. Happy New Year! Sorry I missed wishing you all, I had a fever, on New Year's Day, so you can imagine that it wasn't that fun for me this year. Anyhows, how you all? I'm much better now. I've spent my afternoon writing this. I know some people are totally Team Cap and that is so understandable, I personally have always agreed with Tony in Civil War. He was just trying to help! I really don't think that any of this was Bucky's fault, obviously. He's a precious, precious person who has been treated absolutely horribly by Hydra and I hate that. He is not the bad guy in this story. Maybe he'll even make an entry ;) ;) *wink wink*. But until then, I hope you enjoy. I love you guys and the support you gave me on my last story was awesome! If we could keep that up in this one, I would be very happy. Enjoy, loves. (Bit much?)
But before that, let's explain.
Steve and Bucky break the others out of the RAFT prison and they are on the run.
The UN wants to form a new Avengers team and they will.
This like the Tony Stark defense squad thing.
I hope you enjoy,
Love,
Estetico
As the rain billowed downward, sliding against the windows of the Compound, Tony sat there alone, his hands wrung together loosely and his hair in disarray. Carding his fingers through it gently, he sighed. He remembered the times, the memories of Siberia. He remembered how the shield had come crashing down over and over again, the shock of it all still vibrating through his body.
He remembered the time when he'd gotten home, to find a letter, with a small package sitting next to it. It was an insult. It was a painful memory which he wanted to forget, more than anything. There were many sacrifices he had made when he was younger, for the team that he'd wanted them to be.
They weren't cut out for it.
And just as his father used to say, when a man doesn't truly want something, he doesn't put his best effort into it, and in a way, for the first time, Tony had agreed with him. He had know, deep inside, subconsciously, that no matter how much he would love and try for the old team, it wouldn't have been his best work. The Tower, that was his greatest creation, or so he had thought. Then the Compound, he had thought that it was his newest and most successful creation.
But now that they were gone, their presence tainted everything. Every piece of furniture, ever surface and every appliance.
They were everywhere, yet they were nowhere.
And Tony Stark new that they wouldn't be back, not now, not in the near future, perhaps, and maybe it was for the best, not ever again.
Why did he need them?
After the betrayal that was Siberia, Tony had come back to the world, he had needed an anchor, a rock, something to reach out to his soul and to ground him.
Even he knew, that no matter how much time he spent in the lab, this wouldn't be fixed. He'd need someone. He'd need something to look forward to, because to him, life was meaningless. And though he'd never wanted to admit it, the Avengers were just as much a part of him as Iron Man was.
When Peter Parker had decided to step into his life, Tony hadn't pushed him away.
Because he thought that he had finally found that one person, other Pepper, Rhodey and Happy, to ground him. Peter Parker was he rock and he was the anchor.
Their relationship would've been best described as a father/son fiasco. They cared for each other, and some would say that they even loved each other.
So Tony wasn't at a complete loss because of the 'Civil War', he was at peace. He was in nirvana.
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The rain continued thundering down, in thick sheets, as the phone went off, ringing incessantly.
"Hello? This is the life-model decoy of Tony Stark, please leave a message, if urgent, leave it urgently."
"Mister Stark, my name is Samantha Simmonds and I am one of the representatives of the UN and part of one of the highest legal teams of the US government. I need to speak to you urgently, this is regarding Rogers and his clan. Your presence is required in the UN council and Accords council meeting," a feminine voice spoke impatiently.
"Why? I've done my job. I brought in most of them, and then they ran off, what do I have to do with this?" he question, warily.
"Mister Stark, we know you are in a tight position right now but I must request that you arrive tomorrow in Vienna," she insisted.
"Look, lady, I don't care anymore. I'm done. Do you get that? Iron Man, is an urgent, must need only thing nowadays. You either tell me what this is about, or I'm ending this call," he spoke sharply.
The woman sighed as if she had been expecting this.
"The Rogues, they are going to be pardoned, sir, and we need your presence here," she started, as Tony numbed, "I understand you are not in the best position right now but please, we need your cooperation. One meeting, sir, that's all the council wants, this process will take months to start, since this whole unfortunate ordeal has just finished, the media is all over this, we need to release a statement, and there is so much that needs to be done, before we can tend to others. The Rogues will be pardoned, whether they'll be welcomed back by the public, that is not our job. We merely sort through media and legal formalities. The Rogues, if they are pardoned, they won't be able to be back on US soil for at least a year. We need a new team that can save the world from imminent threat. Please, Mister Stark, one meeting and then you can decide what to do."
He sighed, contemplating.
"Why do need me there? And will they be there?" he asked, carefully.
"You have played a major role in this, and your opinion is very valuable for them and for the UN. And no, they won't be in Vienna. They are not allowed in Vienna after the last incident, there is no way that they can be let back on their soil."
"Understood," he said, "I-I'll be there, this was a secure line, yes?"
"Yes, of course, sir. Thank you so much for your cooperation, the UN and the rest world will definitely appreciate it."
He grunted in reply before ending the call.
He had a lot of thinking to do.
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It turned out that it was raining in Vienna too. What was it with this world, it was raining everywhere? Did it want to look like a sad, romance story where they all cry whilst it rains?
It turned out that Vienna was not a total waste of time. The UN and the Accords council did talk about the damages that needed repairs and steered clear of the Rogues until the very end.
The President of Germany spoke first.
"In previous meetings, Mister Stark, you were not present, we have discussed about the so called Rogue Avengers. We have also discussed about their pardons and have come to conclusion of claiming them as criminals, terrorists and revoking their US citizenships, till they turn themselves in to either the New Avengers Team, which we hope will be formed soon, but this time with all of them signing the Accords or the authorities, is that reasonable?"
"That is more than generous Mister President, thank you," Tony said, cringing at the respective undertone in his voice.
"I have been doing some research," he started, "and I have found multiple candidates for the New Avengers Team. They are obviously only suggestions, but they are very diligent, intelligent and very cooperative."
"Please continue Mister Stark. We would like to hear these potential candidates," President Ellis encouraged him.
"Of course Mister President, but before that, I would like to address a bigger issue, which has come to my attention," all eyes were on him now, waiting expectantly, "Secretary Ross has no control over the Accords, does he? From what I have gathered, he does not. Though, the Civil War started partly because of him. He introduced us to the Accords in such a way, that if a person didn't read them, they would immediately respond the way that Steve Rogers did. We only have the public listening because we have patiently explained to them what the Accords are about. They are about consequences, accountability and the public themselves. Ross had given us 36 hours to find them, and if we were to refuse or fail, he would send the military. General Ross has power over the military not the Avengers, and he has been abusing this power. The RAFT, though has been authorised, we don't know what happens in there. Prisoner, are still humans, who have human rights and they are not treated fairly in that prison. Please look into that."
He looked around to see Ellis, his face a slight expression of anger as others scrawled notes.
"I will certainly look into that, thank you for bringing that to my attention. Now, candidates?"
"Of course, sir. There are multiple people, with military background or some sort of enhancement, Spider-Man for example or perhaps Captain Danvers also referred to as Captain Marvel. Obviously Colonel Rhodes, once he settles with his leg braces. Doctor Stephen Strange and Wong. Bruce Banner or Thor. There are so many trustable, willing and amazing people out there, who would want to risk their live for the public. I can set something up. Perhaps, a new team would be good, we can all start on a new slate. Yes?"
"Please, send a list addressed to the UN and we will look further into it, thank you. SHIELD will continue monitoring everything. Director Fury, is back and in running business, SHIELD will thoroughly monitor this, as they did the first time and we will also have a say in this. Thank you for your time everyone. Meeting adjourned," Ellis spoke, before guiding Tony out.
He turned to the President.
"Thank you Mister President. I finally got to address some issues that have been pending far too long, sir," he said softly.
"Anytime Tony, you only want what's best for America. Nobody blames you for the Ultron thing anymore. We know it was Miss Maximoff's doing, they all want to apologize, but it's difficult. You of all people understand, I know. You're a good man Tony Stark, people should give you more credit for it," he said before sliding into his car.
Huh. How about that?
His phone rand softly and he sighed, apologizing to the guy holding the umbrella above his head.
"Hello, this is Tony Stark speaking," he greeted.
"Hey Tony," he realized who it was, "It's Steve."
A/N: So what do y'all think? I just wasn't proud of how I start the 'When Words Drift Away' story and I wanted this to be more mature and more beautiful, if that makes sense. I wanted the dialogues to matter and I loved the positive feedback on the other story, but I just wasn't proud of it, like I should have been. So here is a different one, that has a similar plot, but I wanted my tone and my voice to be less childish and more mature and serene. Thank you for understanding! I love you guys.