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Percy rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand as listened to Sam and Rhodey argue.

"Secretary Ross, has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is 1 more than you have." Rhodey said, standing behind Steve with Sam. Tony rolled his eye from behind his hand.

"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?" Sam countered.

"A 117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and you're just like, "No, it's cool." RHodey said, glaring slightly.

"How long are are you gonna play both sides?" Sam asked, incredulous.

"I have an equation." Vision cut in, setting down a wooden chess piece.

"Oh, this will clear it up." Sam said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he turned to face the red being.

"In the 8 years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of noted enhanced persons has grown exponentially. And during the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commissive rate." Steve looked up from the Accords and Percy turned to face him as well from his position standing behind Wanda.

"Are you saying that it's our fault?" Steve asked before looking back down.

"I'm saying there maybe a causality. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict... breeds catastrophe. Oversight. Oversight is not an idea that could be dismissed out-of-hand." Vision said, finishing carefully, as if he was afraid the Avengers were going to flip. Rhodey turned to Sam with a smug expression.

"Boom." Natasha turned to Tony with a questioning look.

"Tony, you're being uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal." She said.

"That's because he's already made up his mind." Steve muttered, closing the Accords. Tony stood up with a sigh.

"Boy, you know me so well. Actually, I'm nursing my electromagnetic headache. That's what's going on, Cap. It's just pain... says Humphrey." Percy dashed over and stole his chair before Tony sat back down. Tony walked into the kitchen.

"Who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?" Toy asked. He put his phone in a basket of fruit and pulled up a picture of a young college student.

"Oh, that's Charles Spencer by the way. He's a great kid. Computer engineering degree. 3.6 GPA. Had a floor level gig. An Intel plan for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul. Before he parked it behind the desk. See the world, maybe be of service." Sam shifted his weight as Tony talked.

"Charlie didn't want to go to Vegas which is what I would do. He didn't go to Paris or Amsterdam. Sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer, building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where, Sokovia." Percy winced and looked away. Wanda parted her lips as if to speak, but closed them without saying anything.

"He want to make a difference, I suppose. I mean, we won't know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass." Tony paused to take a drink of coffee then continued, walking back towards the group.
"There's no decision making process here. We need to be put in check." Tony said, his voice raising and lowering slightly as he crossed his arms.

"Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, we're boundless, we're no better than the bad guys." Natasha took a deep breath and looked at Percy, who in turn, turned to Steve.

"Tony, someone dies on your watch, you don't give up." Steve said, looking in the general direction of Tony while still looking at the ground, as if thinking.

"Who said we're giving up?" Tony asked, looking around the room.

"We are, for not taking responsibility for our actions. These documents just shifts the blame."

"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."

"No but it's run by people with agendas and agendas change." Percy cut in. Tony looks at him in surprise but continues.

"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 stop manufacturing them."

"But you chose to do that." Steve said, his voice gaining emotion.

"And if we sign this document we are surrendering our right to choose!" Percy continued for him, green eyes swirling.

"What if this Panel sends us somewhere we don't think we should go. What if it'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." The teen finished quietly, sitting back. Everyone but Natasha and Vision gaped at him, at his apparent lack of care for his own well being. Tony's eyes soften as he looked at Percy.

"If we don't do this now, it's going to be done to us later. That's a fact. That won't be pretty." He said quietly.

"You're saying they'll come for us." Wanda said in her thick Sokovian accent, referring to Percy and herself.

"We would protect you." Vision told her and Wanda gave a barely noticeable smile.

"Maybe Tony is right. If, we have one hand on the wheel that can still steer." Natasha said slowly, considering every word as she leaned forward.

"Aren't you the same woman who told the government to kiss our ass a few years ago?" Sam asked, giving a disbelieving chuckle.

"I'm just... monitoring. We have made some very public mistakes. We need to win our trust back." The spy continued, curling her fingers together. Tony leaned forward and put his hand on the chair and Percy grinned at Natasha, knowing what he was about to say.

"I'm sorry, did I just mishear you or did you agree with me?" He asked, genuinely surprised.

"Oh, I want to take it back." Natasha said, regret in her voice.

"No, no, no. You can't retract it. Thank you. I'm impressed by what you did. Okay, case closed. I win." Tony said, a superior grin on his face. Steve felt a tiny buzz in his pocket and flipped his phone open.

She went in her sleep. Staring at those five words, Steve felt himself say something.

"I have to go." His voice was quiet as he stood and walked out of the room. In the stairwell, he leaned against the railing and rubbed his temples with his fingers as Percy walked after him. Percy stood next to Steve and squeezed his shoulder. Steve relaxed but not much, knowing someone he loved dearly was dead.

(AN~ Cliffhanger. Well not if you've seen the movie. And I am thinking of shipping Percy and Wanda if I can figure out Wanda's freaking age!)