Catastrophe. It was a word that sounded all too familiar to Wanda. She liked what Vision had to say, his words seemed calm and almost easy to sit with.
                              
Vision continued, "Oversight...oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand."
                              
"Boom," Rhodey turned to Sam, who still had his arms crossed.
                              
"Mr Stark," Vision looked over at Tony, "You are being uncharacteristically non-hyper verbal." 
                              
"It's because he's already made up his mind," Steve told him. 
                              
Tony removed the hand from his face, "Boy, you know me so well." 
                              
He sat up slowly from his slouch, he winced, trying to ease the pain by scratching the back of his head, "Actually, I'm nursing an electromagnetic headache."
                              
He got up, he dragged his legs to the kitchen, standing behind the polished counter.
                              
 "That's what's going on, Cap. It's just pain. It's discomfort," he grabbed himself a mug that stood upside on a tray to dry off - Steve had done the washing yesterday. He took a peek inside the garbage disposal, near the sink, "Who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?"
                              
Wanda tangled her fingers into the sleeve of her cardigan, she was pretty sure she'd had a cup of coffee or two yesterday.
                              
Tony brought out his phone, tucked in the back pocket of his silk trousers, he chucked it in the empty fruit basket, tapping it to show a holographic image of a young man.
                              
He looked away from what he had done, pretending to find the image projected next to him, "Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way. He's a great kid. Computer Engineering Degree, 3.6 GPA...had a floor level gig at Intel planned for the fall."
                              
Everyone was still silent, Wanda wasn't sure from their expressions whether it was to let Tony ramble or listen to what he had to say. 
                              
"But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul...before he parked it behind a desk, see the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didn't want to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale which is what I would do. He didn't go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor, guess where? Sokovia."
                              
Wanda's eyes fell to the floor again, she felt partly guilty. The Avengers wouldn't have needed to go to Sokovia if it weren't for her or Pietro...mainly her.
                              
"He wanted to make a difference, I suppose," Ruffles from the packet of pills Tony popped was heard, "I mean, we won't know because we knocked him over while we were kicking ass."
                              
Tony threw a pill into his mouth, digesting it with a swing of coffee as he approached the others again, "There is no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, if we're boundary-less, we're no better than the bad guys."
                              
"Tony..." Steve sighed, "Someone dies on your watch, you don't give up."
                              
"Who said we're giving up?"
                              
"We are if we're not taking responsibility for our actions...this document just shifts the blame."
                              
When Tony and Steve talked, there was an invisible force that ran between them. They were the two leaders and the universe seemed to make it so that everything they each thought contradicted exactly what the other was thinking.
                              
"I'm sorry, Steve," James turned, slightly shocked, "Tha-That is dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations we're talking about. It's not the World Security Council, it's not S.H.I.E.L.D, it's not HYDRA."
                              
"No," Steve interrupted, "But it's run with people with agendas, and agendas change."
                              
"That's good," Tony pointed towards Cap, "That's why I'm here...when I realised what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands. I shut it down and stopped manufacturing."
                              
"Tony, you chose to do that," He glanced down to the Accords, heavy on his lap, "If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose...what if this panel sends us somewhere we don't think we should go? What if there'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."
                              
"If we don't do this now, it's gonna be done to us later. That's the fact...that won't be pretty."
                              
"You're saying they'll come for me," Wanda piped up, finally. She was still wary of soldiers, she wasn't scared of them but scared of having to run, once again.
                              
"We would protect you," Vision said, looking straight into Wanda's eyes and she had no option but to do the same as looked into his piercing blue eyes. 
                              
She felt something in the pit of her stomach as she did, she put together that Vision might have meant he would protect her...
                              
*
                              
"Just tell me," Wanda huffed as she leant against the balcony of a window in the Avengers Facility, slowly turning around so her body was facing the same direction as her twin brother, who was standing beside her. 
                              
He took a tighter hold on the pole, which was restraining them from falling through the gap in the glass-paned floors and windows, "You won't like it."
                              
"Wha..." Wanda mumbled in their language, taunting him to just tell her what he had seen, "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know."
                              
"Alright," Pietro looked defeated as he glanced at her warily, he ran a hand through his silver locks, "I saw Stephen."
                              
"Okay," Wanda felt a wave of relief in her chest at hearing that the Doctor was safe, that was all she had really asked of Pietro to check for her. 
                              
However, he looked too concerned to just have seen him going through his usual boring regime of flipping through library books. Wanda had a sense of regret as she asked, "What else?"
                              
"I saw him with another woman," Pietro watched Wanda's head drop, he wasn't certain if it was in disappointment, anger or confusion, "Around his age, they seemed pretty close."
                              
Around his age. It was as if someone had given her a stab to the heart...like she was no longer good enough. She knew not to jump to wild conclusions, "Did they..."
                              
"No, no," Pietro shook his head quickly, "They just seemed quite...affectionate. He did give her a few hugs, walk her down the road."
                              
"Oh, did she happen to be blonde, fairly short and wear a scarf with red and blue plaid?" Wanda asked. She had remembered Dr Palmer from Greer's shop. 
                              
"Yes," Pietro answered, he looked confused, "Why?"
                              
"Nothing..." It wasn't nothing, "Just wondering."
                              
"Well, that's not all," Pietro added, "I ran into another guy, inside. His name's..."
                              
"Wong?" Wanda was listening, "How is he? What did he say?"
                              
"He's fine. He told me where Strange had been, he's been trying to figure out a way for you to not die."
                              
"Huh?"
                              
"You don't know?"
                              
"Know..." Wanda looked at him expectantly, he sighed before turning back to her, "What?"