"Yeah..." Wanda placed a hand on his shoulder, "I'll be fine, Piet."
                              
"Sorry about your doctor friend," Pietro thrust the box he was holding closer, offering her chocolate.
                              
Wanda shook her head, eating right now would make her feel nauseous, she tucked a hair behind her ear, "It's alright, he's probably busy..."
                              
"You can't let him do this again," Pietro sighed, "We haven't seen him in two months. That's hardly what I would call commitment."
                              
"That's actually kind what I'm worried about," Wanda lowered her voice as she leaned in, "Did you do that favour I asked you?"
                              
*
                              
"Five years ago, I had a heart attack. I dropped right in the middle of my back-swing," Thaddeus Ross started to tell them a 온라인카지노게임, "Turned out it was the best round of my life, because after 13 hours of surgery and a triple bypass..." 
                              
Most of the Avengers looked engaged, apart from Tony who was looking vaguely uninterested in the back. Wanda didn't know where she was at, she wasn't sure if she liked or disliked this man. 
                              
"I found something 40 years in the Army had never taught me...Perspective. The world owes the Avengers an un-payable debt. You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives...but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some...who would prefer the word 'vigilantes.'"
                              
"And what word would you use?" Pietro Maximoff raised an eyebrow, "Sir."
                              
"How about 'dangerous'?" Secretary Ross retorted with what Pietro thought to be an equal amount of impudence, "What would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?" 
                              
Wanda didn't think that was fair, sure they hadn't paid for anyone's funerals but it was hardly accurate to say that they didn't care. She definitely did.
                              
The Secretary pressed a button on the small remote he was carrying, activating a screen behind him which displayed pictures from past Avengers endeavours.
                              
"New York," There was a Chitauri Leviathan, it snakes across the screen as the images circulated to people screaming and running for their lives, soldiers shooting their ammo and the Hulk smashing into a building. Rhodey glanced behind him to share a distant look with Rogers.
                              
"Washington, DC," Three insight Helicarriers were shown firing at each other, a destroyed Triskelion and the wave that followed other damage created, engulfing citizens and the camera footage that blacked out. Sam's eyes fell down.
                              
"Sokovia," Wanda saw herself, running around with Pietro as people screeched as they went by. 
                              
Then, she saw pictures of herself, causing soldiers to fall to their feet with red beams that shot from her body.
                              
There were gunshots and other menial damage recordings before it cut to an image she had only seen repeated in her dreams as she saw Natasha getting thrown into the building above.
                              
No one dared to look when the screen cut to a snapshot of Black Widow's lifeless face. 
                              
"Lagos," Thaddeus tried to continue with footage of the burning hospital, paramedics moving around and dead children...