Wanda felt her throat clogging up as she could hear the imaginative words of blame being thrown onto her, not that their weren't some already said.
                              
Pietro, opposite her, looked over at Steve - urging him to help and he reacted quickly...
                              
"Alright," Steve Rogers had watched as she stared effectively into the lifeless wooden table, "That's enough."
                              
Ross switched off the screen, proceeding to talk, "For the past four years, you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That's an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate. But I think we have a solution."
                              
An assistant handed him a thick booklet, it looked crisp and freshly printed, he slid it across the table to Wanda. 
                              
She felt targeted, why didn't he pass it to Rhodey? It's not like she could read all that detailed, verbose English anyway.
                              
"The Sokovia Accords..."
                              
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WANDA HAD MANAGED to get out of that meeting without trying to snap anybody's head. The only thing that meeting had told her was that the Secretary of State didn't take too much of a liking to her and that the Avengers needed a lot of work.
                              
The Avengers sat in the Facility, scattered around the sitting area. Sam and Rhodey bickered behind the couch, where Steve was sat carefully studying over the Accords, flicking through its numerous pages. 
                              
Vision, Wanda and Pietro sat on the couch, waiting expectantly for someone to make a choice. 
                              
The Maximoff Twins didn't feel like they'd been members of the 'club' long enough to input and if they were being honest...they didn't know what they were going to do. 
                              
"Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honour..." Rhodey pointed to Sam's chest argumentatively, "Which is one more than you have."
                              
Tony sat, with his hand over his face, looking as bored as he had during the meeting with his eyes half-closed, only opening them to roll his eyes at the argument that was making all the noise in the room.
                              
"So let's say we agreed to this thing?" Sam asked, continuing to challenge the Colonel, "How long is it going to be until they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?"
                              
"A hundred and seventeen countries want to sign this. A hundred and seventeen, Sam and you're just like 'No, that's cool. We got it.'"
                              
"How long are you gonna play both sides?"
                              
"I have an equation!" Vision spoke up, eyes turned to him as he interrupted the Falcon and War Machine's squabble.
                              
"Oh, this will clear it up."
                              
"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 commensurable rate."
                              
Steve held off turning to the next page, "Are you saying it's our fault?"
                              
"I'm saying there may be a causality," Vision allowed a pause, it let them hang onto his words, "Our very strength invites challenge...challenge incites conflict.  And conflict...breeds catastrophe."