(Marvel, DC, images, manhwas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)
Amidst an august gathering of esteemed individuals, a symphony of luminescent holograms took form, illuminating the expanse with ephemeral embers of remembrance. In the ethereal tapestry of light, a reverent moment of retrospection unfolded—an invocation of Tony Stark's past, an enigmatic holographic memoir that conjured the spectral image of his beloved mother.
In this evocative mise-en-scène, the radiant glow of the holographic display lent an aura of reverence to the resplendent scene, as if time itself acquiesced to the allure of reminiscence. The elegant cadence of the piano chords resonated with the resonant warmth of familial love, encapsulated within the gentle caress of Tony's mother—a poignant memento encapsulating a bond that transcended the veil of time.
The audience, captive to this evocative symphony of light, bore witness to the tender moment of nostalgia, their countenances enigmatic portraits of contemplation and admiration. For within this holographic reminiscence, they glimpsed the essence of Tony Stark—the brilliance of his mind and the tenderness of his heart—interwoven in a symphony of love and longing.
(Maria Stark) "Try to remember the kind of September~. When grass was green~." Starts speaking to a teenage Tony Stark sleeping on the couch "Wake up, dear, and say goodbye to your father."
(Howard Stark) "Who's the homeless person on the couch?"
(Young Tony) Sighs "This is why I love coming home for Christmas... Right before you leave town."
(Maria Stark) "Be nice, dear, he's been studying abroad."
(Howard Stark) "Really? Which broad? What's her name?"
(Young Tony) "Candice."
(Howard Stark) He takes Tony's Santa hat off "Do me a favor. Try not to burn the house down before Monday."
(Young Tony) "Okay, so it's Monday. That is good to know, I will plan my toga party accordingly." Laughs for a bit "Where you going?"
(Maria Stark) "Your father is flying us to the Bahamas for a little getaway."
(Howard Stark) "We might have to make a quick stop."
(Young Tony) "At the Pentagon. Right? Don't worry, you're gonna love the holiday menu at the commissary."
(Howard Stark) "They say sarcasm is a metric for potential. If that's true, you'll be a great man someday. I'll get the bags." Leaves the living room
(Young Tony) Sighs
(Maria Stark) "He does miss you when you're not here. And frankly, you're going to miss us." Stands up and Walks toward an upset Young Tony "Because this is the last time we're all going to be together. You know what's about to happen... Say something... If you don't you'll regret it." Howard Stark comes back
(Young Tony) Sighs "... I love you, Dad. And I know you did the best you could."
(Maria Stark) "Thank you..." Kisses her son on the cheek and leaves with Howard Stark
As the holographic memoir cast its spellbinding luminescence upon the gathering, an unexpected presence emerged from the periphery—a figure of enigmatic mien, standing aloof against the backdrop of the scene. The enigmatic visage of Tony Stark materialized in the shadows, leaning nonchalantly against the wall like a specter that had slipped through the veil of time.
(Tony) "That's how I wish it happened. Bineraly Augmented Retro-Framing... Or BARF... God, I gotta work on that acronym. An extremely costly method of hijacking the hippocampus... to..." Sigh "Clear traumatic memories." Blows a candle but it does nothing. He does it repeatedly and the hologram turns it off while displaying a blue light and the holograms slowly disappear "It doesn't change the fact that they never made it to the airport or all the things I did to avoid processing my grief, but... Pluss, $611 million for my little therapeutic experiment? No one in their right mind would've ever funded it. Help me out, what's the MIT mission statement?" The crowd of students repeats "To generate, disseminate... and preserve knowledge... And work with others... to bring it to bear on the world's great challenges." Walks around the stage "Well, you are the others. And, quiet as it's kept... The challenges facing you are the greatest mankind's ever known. Plus, most of you are broke. Oh, I'm sorry. Rather, you were. As of this moment, every student has been made an equal recipient of the inaugural September Foundation Grant."
The students in the room gasp in shock.
(Tony) "As in... All of your projects have just been approved and funded." The crowd applauded in joy "No strings, no taxes. Just... Reframe the future! Starting now."
In a moment of contemplation, Tony Stark's gaze locked onto the holographic display, uncertain of the words he should speak. A sentence of profound meaning left him silent, prompting an improvised conclusion—a poignant blend of scripted and spontaneous that conveyed the depths of his introspection.
(Tony) "... Just go and break some eggs."
As Tony Stark graciously bid adieu, his presence a spectacle of brilliance that resonated with the audience, an uproarious wave of euphoria surged through the crowd. The collective adulation became an orchestra of jubilation, each soul contributing to the symphony of appreciation for the enigmatic genius before them. In response to their fervent acclaim, Tony waved his farewell, his gesture a masterful flourish that mirrored the grace and finesse he displayed on the holographic stage. With a humble demeanor, he retreated backstage, his exit a graceful departure that left the audience yearning for more.
(Faculty member) "Wow. Wow. That took my breath away. Oh, Tony! So generous. So much money! Wow!" Laughs awkwardly "Out of curiosity..." Starts following Tony as he continued to stay silent "Will any portion of that great be made available to faculty? I know, "Ooh, gross," but hear me out. I have got this killer idea for a self-cooking hotdog. Basically, a chemical detonator embedded..."
(Tony) "The restroom is this way, yeah?"
(Faculty member) "Yeah. Embedded in the meat shaft. Ah um..." Gets ignored
(Script girl) "Mr. Stark, I am so sorry about the teleprompter. I didn't know Miss Potts had canceled. They didn't have time to fix it."
(Tony) "It's fine. I'll be right back."
(Faculty member) "We'll catch up later."
In a seamless guise, Tony Stark exited the stage and conveyed the impression of venturing toward the restroom. However, with an astute awareness that belied his nonchalance, he veered unexpectedly to the left, concealing his true intent. In this covert departure from the spotlight, his discerning gaze alighted upon a figure that stirred a sense of recognition within him—an enigmatic presence whose identity seemed to dwell in the recesses of his memory.
Pausing with a studied nonchalance, Tony leaned against the wall, a picture of poise and contemplation. The encounter with this familiar yet elusive individual drew him into a tapestry of enigmatic reminiscence, igniting a dance of memories that flickered like celestial embers.
(Miriam Sharpe) "That was nice, what you did for those younger people."
(Tony) "Ah, they deserve it. Plus, it eases my conscience... As well as Karito's."
(Miriam Sharpe) "They say there's a correlation between generosity and guilt. But if you've got the money... Break as many eggs as you like. Right?"
An air of unease settled upon Tony Stark as a veil of contemplation shrouded his countenance. With measured deliberation, he reached out to the elevator's call button, each press evoking an enigmatic symphony of thoughts that swirled within him.
(Tony) "Are you going up?"
(Miriam Sharpe) "I'm right where I want to be."
As the enigmatic woman fumbled urgently within the depths of her purse, a sense of trepidation washed over Tony Stark, evoking an undercurrent of disquietude within his composed demeanor. The woman's frantic actions seemed to cast an enigmatic spell upon the atmosphere, transforming the bustling ambiance into a theatre of suspense. Tony's normally unflappable disposition faltered ever so slightly, as the enigma of the woman's intent stirred a tempest of thoughts within him.
(Tony) "Okay, hey!" Tries to stop her
As their eyes meet, a profound and solemn countenance graces her features, conveying a gravity of emotion that Tony instinctively comprehends. Captivated by her intensity, he acquiesces, gracefully releasing his grip.
(Tony) "Sorry, it's an occupational hazard."
(Miriam Sharpe) "I work for the State Department. Human Resources... I know it's. boring... But it enabled me to raise a son. I'm very proud of what he grew up to be." She slams a photo on Tony's chest "His name was Charlie Spencer. You and your friend Spider-Man... Murdered him. In Sokovia. Not that matters in the least to you. Do you think you fight for us? You just fight for yourself. Who's going to avenge my son, Stark? He's dead... and I blame you."
Time-Skip
New York
Avengers Base
Engrossed in the unfolding events of the world, Karito and Steve were fixated upon the television screen, where a compelling report emerged, recounting a mission that transpired in Lagos just over a month ago. The news segment held them rapt, drawing them into the intricacies of the operation and its impact, evoking a reflective atmosphere as they absorbed the gravity of the situation before them.
(News Anchor) On TV "34 Wakandans were among those killed during a confrontation between the Avengers and an unknown monster in Lagos, Nigeria last month. The traditionally reclusive Wakandans were on an outreach mission in Lagos when the attack occurred."
(King T'Chaka) On TV "Our people's blood is spilled on foreign soil not only because of the actions of criminals but ty the indifference of those pledged to stop them. Victory at the expense of the innocent... Is no victory at all.
(News Anchor) On TV "The Wakandan King went on to..." Karito turned the Holographic TV off and threw the controller on the table
(Steve) "Karito..."
(Karito) "NO! It fucking fuels me how they can say that! I TRIED OKAY! I FUCKING TRIED! BUT I'M JUST ONE MAN! THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD EVEN DAMAGE THE THING! WHY DID I EVEN UPGRADE YOUR SHIT WHEN YOU ALL CAN'T DO SHIT WHEN THE TIME COMES?! HUH!"
(Steve) "Karito I..."
Their attention was suddenly diverted as their senses attuned to the distant emanations of a television, softly resounding from Wanda's room. The serendipitous act of overhearing beckoned them to lean in, their curiosity piqued, as the muffled sounds wafted through the air, enticing them with an enigmatic allure, igniting a spark of intrigue within their hearts.
(Male Pundit) "They are operating outside and above the international law. Because that's the reality if we don't respond to acts like these. What legal authority does a super-powered individual like Spider-Man have to operate in Nigeria...?" Steve entered her room and turned the TV off.
In the subtle cadence of the unfolding moment, her perceptive gaze alighted upon the sight before her – the abrupt cessation of her television's glow, a prelude to an inquiry that was poised to grace her lips. However, before she could utter a word, her discerning eyes discerned the presence of Karito, standing poised behind Steve.
(Wanda) "K-Karito, I didn't..."
(Karito) "I'm going for a walk." Leaves
(Steve) Sighs
(Wanda) "I don't even know what to say to him."
(Steve) "It's not his fault."
(Wanda) "Tell that to every news center. They are being awfully specific about what happened."
(Steve) "I just... I just want to ease his burden... But I don't know how to do that when we can't even hurt the enemies he has to face."
(Wanda) "Not even my powers did anything to that creature... I... I pity him... so much. I sometimes wanna cry for him. His frustration, his pain... I feel like a bad friend when I can't think of anything to help him."
(Steve) "Every time he goes to fight alone I feel like a 16-year-old kid in Brooklyn. And people died... Because I wasn't strong enough to help a friend. I feel like a bad friend too..."
(Wanda) "I guess we both need to work on the friend department."
(Steve) "This job... We try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn't mean everybody... But if we can't find a way to live with that... Then next time... Maybe nobody gets saved... Why didn't I tell this to Karito before he left?" Sighs
(Wanda) "We will wait until he comes back. He's pretty tough."
In a moment of unforeseen and dramatic disruption, Vision, the enigmatic being of synthetic life, ethereally phased through the very walls that enclosed them, bestowing upon the unsuspecting duo a profound surprise.
(Wanda) "Vis! We talked about this."
(Vision) "Yes, but the door was opened so I assumed that..." Stutters "Captian Rogers wished to know when Mr. Stark was arriving."
(Steve) "Thank you. We'll be right down. Did you tell Karito this?"
(Vision) "He already noticed before I could tell him."
(Wanda) "His spider-sense. Yup, sounds like him."
(Vision) "I'll uhh... Use the door. Oh! Apparently, he's brought a guest."
(Steve) "We know who it is?"
In a beguiling twist of events, before Vision could utter a response, Karito materialized with an air of enigmatic allure, seemingly materializing from the ether, just beyond the threshold of the room.
(Karito) "The fucking Secretary of State. I bet they gonna put a leash on us, just watch." Clicks his tongue "I take a foot outside this place and something is already happening."
In a moment of significant import, the Avengers, embodying a collective assemblage of exceptional individuals, convened with an air of purpose around a stately meeting table, presided over by none other than Secretary Ross.
(Secretary Ross) Sighs "Five years ago... I had a heart attack and dropped right in the middle of my backswing."
(Karito) Totally not in the mood "Cool..."
(Secretary Ross) "Cool indeed, it turned out to be the best round of my life because after 13 hours of surgery and a triple bypass... I found something 40 years in the Army had never taught me. Perspective. The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt. You have fought for us... Protected us, risked your lives..."
(Karito) "But even though many people view us as heroes... Many still see us as a threat... Am I right?
(Secretary Ross) "Yes, Spider-Man."
(Natasha) "What word would you use, Mr. Secretary?"
(Secretary Ross) "How about "dangerous"? What would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?"
(Karito) Crushes a glass cup in his hand
A collective hush fell upon the assembly as all gazes converged upon Karito, their countenances marked by an unmistakable veneer of astonishment and disbelief, stirred by the unanticipated conduct exhibited by the enigmatic figure. In the wake of his actions, a tapestry of emotions danced across the room, weaving together an intricate web of curiosity, concern, and intrigue.
(Karito) "...Continue..."
(Secretary Ross) Gulps and shows multiple footage on the holographic screen "New York."
Upon the illuminated screen, a vivid tableau unfolded, narrating a gripping chronicle of valor and calamity. The valiant Avengers, clad in their resolute armor, confronted the relentless Chitauri horde amidst a chaotic urban landscape, as a cacophony of terror reverberated through the air. The civilian populace, gripped by a visceral fear, sought refuge in a desperate bid to escape the tumult, while the military, marshaling their strength and expertise, endeavored to orchestrate a safeguarding of their fellow citizens.
With each moment of the riveting footage, the scenes metamorphosed, unfurling into a cascade of gripping spectacles, where the colossal Hulk, in a frenzy of unrestrained power, leaped and roared across towering edifices, inadvertently causing fragments of the buildings to descend upon a gallant soldier, ensnared in the fray.
Meanwhile, another visage captured the essence of courage personified, as Spider-Man, clad in the mantle of responsibility, stood valiantly holding aloft a section of a beleaguered building, the strain evident upon his countenance as he uttered a soulful scream, his unwavering determination etched in every line of his face, for he knew that countless lives hinged upon his resilient strength.
(Secretary Ross) "Washington, D.C."
Upon the luminescent canvas of the display, a haunting portrayal unfolded - three Helicarriers engulfed in billowing smoke, symbols of formidable power now ensnared within intricate webs that sought to quell their destructive might. The screen transitioned, showcasing a breathtaking feat of resourcefulness, as the three massive constructs, once harbingers of devastation, now stood webbed together in a display of tactical finesse, ingeniously devised to mitigate the potential catastrophe and preserve the surrounding urban landscape.
However, the scene transcended the realm of strategic brilliance, bearing the weight of somber realism. As the footage shifted once more, the screen became a witness to the harrowing chaos that ensued, as people, gripped by panic and fear, fled in every direction to evade the impending calamity. Tragically, despite their desperate attempts to outrun the cascading chaos, many were ensnared by the inescapable grip of fate, unable to extricate themselves from the path of destruction.
(Secretary Ross) "Sokovia."
Upon the illuminated canvas of the screen, a haunting tableau of human vulnerability unfurled - the inhabitants of Sokovia, a once-thriving city, now gripped by sheer terror, were captured in their desperate flight for survival. Chaos and destruction reigned supreme as relentless battles waged, unfurling relentlessly in every corner of the urban landscape. The very foundations of Sokovia were defied as colossal engines of Ultron's making defied gravity, elevating the entire city towards the heavens.
Amidst this cacophony of turmoil, a poignant moment crystallized on the screen - Spider-Man, the epitome of valor and determination, stood alone in a valiant attempt to confront the malevolent Ultron. Yet, the enormity of the task before him became starkly evident as a whole building succumbed to ruin in the maelstrom of the battle, emblematic of the devastation wrought by the clash of titanic forces.
(Secretary Ross) "Lagos."
The climactic scene depicted on the screen showcased a solo endeavor of valiant heroism as Spider-Man fearlessly confronted a colossal, raging monster. A breathtaking display of agility and tenacity unfolded in their ferocious clash, yet the very epicenter of their battle bore witness to the cataclysmic consequences of their conflict.
With each fateful encounter, the rampaging monster proved relentless in its pursuit of destruction, relentlessly plunging the city into ruin. A cycle of havoc ensued, where the creature would vanquish its adversary, only to hastily wreak havoc, leaving devastation in its wake. The horrifying sight of civilians falling prey to its monstrous hunger, further accentuated the scale of calamity, evoking a profound sense of anguish and outrage within the onlookers.
Among them, Karito's countenance simmered with an unyielding fury, his emotions threatening to break through the barriers of restraint. Just as the tempest of his emotions threatened to erupt into an unrestrained outburst, Steve, a paragon of wisdom and composure, interceded with a steadying hand. Through his mere presence, he infused the charged atmosphere with an aura of calm authority, inviting Karito to embrace restraint in the face of their shared concern and turmoil.
(Steve) "Okay. That's enough."
Secretary Ross motions to turn off the projection.
(Secretary Ross) "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." He grabs a book and gives it to Wanda "The Sokovia Accords. Approved by 117 countries... It states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel... Only when and if that panel deems it necessary."
(Karito) Very silently "...Pff..."
(Steve) "The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place. I feel we've done that."
(Secretary Ross) "Tell me, Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now?" Steve continues to stare at him "If I misplaced a couple of 30-megaton nukes you can bet there'd be consequences. Compromise. Reassurance. That's how the world works. Believe me, this is the middle ground."
(Karito) Trying to hold it in
(Vision) "???"
(Rhodey) "So, there are contingencies."
(Secretary Ross) "Three days from now, the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords."
As Steve pivoted on his heel, his gaze found its mark upon Tony, hoping to discern a glimmer of shared understanding or perhaps even a spark of reconciliation. Yet, what he encountered instead was a sight that spoke volumes without a single uttered word - Tony, the once indomitable figure of charisma and wit, now shrouded in a veil of introspection, bowed his head in a silent gesture of introspection.
(Secretary Ross) "Talk it over."
(Natasha) "And if we come into a decision you don't like?"
(Secretary Ross) "Then you retire."
(Karito) Giggles kinda loudly but attempts to hold it in
(Secretary Ross) "What's so funny Spider-Man?"
(Karito) "Pfff...N-Nothing..." Covers his mouth "AH...HAHA..."
(Tony) "Karito... Please don't."
(Karito) "I'm trying man, but this whole shit. HAHA! It is fucking hilarious to me."
(Secretary Ross) "People's lives are not a laughing matter, Spider-Man."
(Karito) "I'll tell you kindly before I blow a fuse. I'm gonna ask you to kindly fuck off, we are gonna talk things out."
A collective gasp reverberated through the room, each individual ensnared in a state of profound disbelief, as they beheld the audacious act that Karito had just perpetrated. A palpable aura of astonishment hung heavy in the air, woven together with threads of bewilderment and consternation, as the gravity of the situation took root in the hearts of all who bore witness.
In the midst of the shocked congregation, the Secretary's countenance transformed into a visage of stern displeasure, his eyes ablaze with an ember of anger that smoldered beneath the surface. His gaze bore into Karito with an intensity that conveyed both disappointment and disapproval, for the audacity of the act had flouted the boundaries of decorum and propriety.
(Secretary Ross) "Do you have any idea who you are talking to?"
(Karito) "Yeah I do, but after seeing literal God you kinda don't think someone like you is worthy of my respect."
(Secretary Ross) "Are you insane?"
(Karito) "You kinda need to be in my specific kind of work. My friends can't do absolutely shit to help me! Even though we have tried but Nah. Still can't do shit."
(Tony) "Okay! That's enough! Secretary, we are gonna talk things out and... scold our friend here."
(Karito) "Pff, Nice one."
(Secretary Ross) "He better get some help. Or he's gonna be arrested."
(Karito) "Nah, I'll just create a Harley Quinn if I did."
(Tony) "Have a good day, sir."
With a simmering display of indignation and controlled fury, the Secretary's departure from the premises was a masterclass in restrained displeasure, his footsteps echoing the weight of his disapproval as he navigated the corridors with purposeful strides. His departure, though quiet, left an indelible mark on the atmosphere.
Meanwhile, within the confines of the room, Karito's demeanor remained an enigmatic cocktail of defiance and insolence. The air seemed charged with the palpable tension of his audacious conduct, as if his every gesture exuded a rebellious energy that refused to be contained.
...
Amidst the sanctum of the Avengers' quarters, a symphony of differing opinions echoed through the room as Rhodey and Sam, fervent in their convictions, engaged in a spirited exchange over their present predicament. In the midst of this verbal interplay, Steve, the paragon of contemplation, assumed his seat, a stoic figure immersed in deep introspection.
Across the room, Tony, a maestro of charisma and diplomacy, wielded his silver tongue with skillful finesse, endeavoring to quell the tempestuous storm within Karito's heart. The atmosphere crackled with tension, as Tony's tenacious efforts sought to breach the barriers of animosity that had encircled Karito's demeanor.
With the passage of time, Tony's unwavering persistence bore fruit, gradually chiseling away the rough edges of Karito's hostility. A transformation ensued, a metamorphosis guided by Tony's sagacity and emotional acumen. The tempest within Karito's soul subsided, and he acquiesced to the soothing currents of understanding.
(Rhodey) "Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor... Which is one more than you have."
(Sam) "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?"
(Rhodey) "117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam and you're just like, "No, that's cool. We got it."
(Sam) "How long are you going to play both sides?"
(Visions) "I have an equation."
(Sam) "Oh, this will clear it up."
(Tony) Sighs in frustration
(Steve) Keeps reading the book given by the Secretary
(Karito) Just laying down on the couch silently and slightly annoyed
(Vision) "In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man... the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. During the same period... the world of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate."
(Steve) "Are you saying it's our fault?"
(Karito) "No, he's not saying that. He's saying that there might be a causality."
(Vision) "Exactly, Karito. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict... breeds catastrophe. Oversight... Oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand."
(Rhodey) "Boom." Looks at Sam with a face of "I told you so"
(Natasha) "Tony. You are being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal."
(Steve) "It's because he's already made up his mind."
(Karito) "Of course he did."
(Tony) "Boy, you know me so well." Goes to a sitting position "Actually, I'm nursing an electromagnetic headache. That's what's going on, Cap. It's just pain. It's discomfort. Who's putting coffee grounds at the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?"
(Karito) "I do all the meals for everyone here, and because I wanted to annoy you. I put the coffee there, I already got a new one for you."
(Tony) "I..." Sighs "Of course it was you." He places his phone on the table and displays an image of a young man "Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way. He's a great kid."
(Karito) "He died in Sokovia..."
(Tony) "How do you know that?"
(Karito) "You think you're the only one who isn't cursed by the dead? The weight of guilt? The hate of the people despite you trying your best to save as many as you can? Yes, Tony. You know exactly what plagues my dreams."
(Tony) "Karito you-"
(Karito) "Let me tell you about the boy you are showing. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA... he had a floor-level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But he wanted to put a few miles on his soul before he parked it behind a desk. Wanted to explore the world. Perhaps be of service. He didn't want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is something Tony would do. He could have gone to Paris or Amsterdam, which is more fun. But as fate decided to screw with him he decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. And guess where he went? Any guess? Tony?"
(Tony) "...Sokovia."
Everyone looked in silence not daring to say anything else.
(Karito) "He wanted to make I difference I guess. We won't know because I possibly or some of us dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass and getting our asses handed. I have read every casualty from that incident when I returned here... I know."
(Tony) Drinks a cup of coffee "So you know that there's no decision-making process here, Karito. Hell, all of you. 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."
(Steve) "Tony, someone dies on your watch, you don't give up."
(Tony) "Who said we're giving up?"
(Steve) "We are if we're not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame."
(Rhodey) "I'm 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 S.H.I.E.L.D., it's not HYDRA."
(Steve) "No, but it's run by people with agendas, and agendas change."
(Tony) "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 stopped manufacturing."
(Steve) "Tony, you chose to do that. 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 is somewhere we need to go and they don't let us? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own."
(Tony) "If we don't do this now, it's gonna be done to us later. That's the fact. That won't be pretty."
(Wanda) "Are you saying they'll come for Karito? Me?"
(Vision) "We would protect the both of you."
(Natasha) "Maybe Tony's right. If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. If we take it off..."
(Sam) "Aren't you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?"
(Natasha) "I'm just reading the terrain. We have made some very public mistakes. We need to win their trust back."
(Karito) "That's gonna be extremely hard for me."
(Tony) "If you just didn't act like an ass towards the Secretary, maybe he wouldn't be looking at you in a bad light. And also, did I just mishear Natasha? Did you just agree with me? I want to take it back now."
(Natasha) "No, I uh..."
(Tony) "No, you can't retract it. Thank you. Unprecedented. Okay. Case closed. I win."
(Karito) "But there's still one problem."
(Tony) "And that is?"
(Karito) "The Darks. One of them can consume the world in darkness if left alive long enough. Everything thrown at them will be futile, I'll still be sent like a weapon for each time one appears."
(Steve) Looks at his phone "I have to go." He immediately leaves and everyone just stares dumbfounded
(Karito) "..."
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Location, London
In a hallowed cathedral, the resplendent voices of a choir filled the air, their ethereal hymn resonating with solemnity and reverence. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of melancholic serenity, as the congregation, led by Steve, bore the weight of a somber duty - carrying a sacred vessel that housed the remains of a cherished soul.
Among the soldiers who shared this poignant burden, Karito, steadfast in his support, stood resolute by Steve's side, offering an unwavering embrace of empathy that transcended words. The bond they shared, forged in the crucible of shared experiences and battles fought side by side, now became a shield against the crushing weight of grief.
As the procession advanced, Steve's countenance bore the traces of an inner tempest, his tears flowing like a river that traced the map of seventy years' worth of memories and cherished moments. The choir's hymn seemed to echo the echoes of love and loss that resided within his heart - a poignant tribute to a love that transcended the passage of time.
Upon reaching their destination, the coffin was placed with solemn reverence, a moment that seemed to halt the flow of time itself. Steve's gaze fixated upon a framed portrait of "Margaret Peggy Carter," a visage that embodied a lifetime of devotion and unfulfilled dreams. Beside the picture lay flowers, symbols of beauty amidst sorrow.
Seated among the soldiers, Sam and Karito remained steadfast allies. Their presence was a silent affirmation of unity in the face of loss, a symphony of support that transcended the boundaries of language.
As the pastor rose to speak, the weight of their collective emotions seemed to permeate the very air, the sanctuary now a crucible of shared grief and remembrance. The pastor's words became a balm for weary hearts, offering solace amidst the tempest of sorrow.
(Pastor) "And now, I would like to invite Sharon Carter to come up and say a few words."
Amidst the solemn ambiance of the gathering, where mournful hearts paid homage to a cherished soul, Sam, the epitome of gentle empathy, cast a tender gaze upon Steve. With a touch as light as the whisper of a breeze, he urged Steve to turn his attention from the floor, where sorrow weighed heavy upon his soul.
(Sharon) Exhales shakily "Margaret Carter was known to most as a founder of S.H.I.E.L.D... but I just knew her as Aunt Peggy. She had a photograph in her office. Aunt Peggy standing next to JFK. As a kid that was pretty cool. But it was a lot to live up to. Which is why I never told anyone we were related. I asked her once how she managed to master diplomacy and espionage in a time when no one wanted to see a woman succeed at either. She said compromise where you can. But where you can't, don't. Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. Even if the whole world is telling you to move... it is your duty to plant yourself like a tree... look them in the eye and say "No, you move."
As the sands of time ebbed away, the farewell gathering had concluded, and the echoes of departing footsteps faded into the distance. Yet, in the heart of the sanctuary, amidst the lingering embers of solemnity, Steve remained a steadfast figure, his gaze fixated upon Peggy's portrait, like an anchor moored to memories of cherished yesteryears.
The room seemed to exhale a collective sigh as Sam, cognizant of the sacredness of the moment, gently informed Steve of his intention to step outside, granting him the solace of solitude. With quiet deference, Sam departed, leaving the space to embrace its resident mourner.
However, as the universe wove its tapestry of connections, two familiar souls, Karito and Natasha, moved in sync towards Steve. Their steps were soft, like whispers in the night, bearing the weight of compassion and understanding.
(Steve) "You know, when I came out of the ice I thought everyone I had known was gone. Then I found out she was alive. I was just lucky to have her."
(Natasha) "She had you back, too."
(Steve) "Who else signed?"
(Karito) "Right now, it's Tony, Rhodey, Vision."
(Steve) "Clint?"
(Natasha) "Says he's retired."
(Steve) "Wanda?"
(Karito) "She's TBD."
(Natasha) "I'm gonna go to Vienna for the signing of the Accords. There's plenty of room on the jet."
(Steve) Sigh
(Karito) "I'll sign too.."
(Steve) "Karito?"
(Karito) "It's not gonna be different for me. They put all these restrictions but once a Dark pops out I'm gonna be sent out anyways because I'm the only one who can effectively damage them. Even though I have done a few upgrades to everyone's arsenal... It... It still doesn't even do that much damage to a pure Dark."
(Steve) Pinches the bridge of his nose
(Natasha) "Just because it's the path of least resistance doesn't mean it's the wrong path. Staying together is more important than how we stay together."
(Steve) "What are we giving up to do it?"
(Natasha) Sighs
(Steve) "I'm sorry Nat. I can't sign it."
(Natasha) "I know."
(Steve) "Then what are you both doing here?"
(Karito) "Don't be like that. We came here because we don't want you alone. You have helped me more times than I could count. So it's my turn to give you the company of a friend." Tabs Steve's shoulder "Come on, group hug!"
In the poignant stillness of the chamber, where shadows danced upon the walls like fleeting specters, a tender tableau unfolded. Amidst the echoes of departed souls and the lingering scent of remembrance, Karito, stepped forth with an understated grace, uniting both Natasha and Steve in a heartfelt embrace.
Like a master conductor orchestrating an ephemeral symphony, Karito drew them closer, the contours of their emotions intermingling in a dance of shared solace. In this intimate moment, their hearts found communion, an unspoken language that resonated with the depths of their camaraderie.
Natasha, her eyes alight with a subtle radiance, found solace in Karito's gesture. Her smile, like a wisp of sunlight piercing through the clouds, mirrored the unyielding resilience that defined her character.
As for Steve, his countenance, etched with the weight of memories and emotions, experienced a fleeting moment of solace. The tender embrace offered a sanctuary of comfort, allowing a brief respite from the burden he bore, like a gentle caress upon a wounded heart.
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Location, Vienna
In the heart of the bustling cityscape, a confluence of curiosity and trepidation gathers, forming a human tapestry that surrounds a specific edifice - a nexus of intrigue and guarded secrets. Like a whirlwind of activity, reports and journalists, bearing lenses and microphones, converge in an orchestrated dance to glean a scoop from the enigmatic events unfolding within. Yet, their endeavors prove futile, thwarted by an array of vigilant sentinels who form a formidable barrier, safeguarding the sanctum from prying eyes.
Amidst the symphony of commotion, a procession of sleek black cars glides through the thoroughfare, bearing within their confines the crème de la crème of significance. Veiled in a veil of mystery, these occupants are emblematic of the enigma that engulfs the premises. Their identities, veiled in the cloak of secrecy, seem to tantalize the collective imagination.
Meanwhile, amidst this orchestrated dance of activity, a poised news reporter assumes the mantle of a storyteller, her words a melodious symphony that paints the unfolding narrative. With a voice that holds a mesmerizing allure, she elucidates the current situation, her words a tapestry of intrigue that keeps the audience on the edge of their seats.
(News Anchor) "At a special United Nations conference, 117 countries have come together to ratify the Sokovia Accords.
Within the hallowed confines of the building, a sense of anticipation hovered like a prelude to an orchestrated symphony. The air itself seemed to crackle with an electric undercurrent, as an assembly of essential figures, each a harbinger of expertise and significance, made their respective entrances into the room.
Time flowed with measured precision, a conductor guiding the rhythm of the gathering. Each arrival, like a note in a harmonious composition, lent its own cadence to the unfolding drama. The room, a canvas upon which destinies converged, bore witness to the convergence of intellects, ambitions, and aspirations.
(Un Staffer) "Excuse me, Ms. Romanoff? Mr. Spider-Man?"
(Natasha) "Yes?"
(Karito) "Huh?" Sleepy
(Un Staffer) "These need your signature."
(Natasha) "Thank you."
(Un Staffer) "Thanks."
(Karito) "Uh-huh."
(Natasha) "Why are you so sleepy?"
(Karito) "Playing Destiny 2..." Scratching his eyes
(Natasha) "Again? You really need to give that a break."
(Karito) "You are saying that to someone who studied Video Game Programming?"
(Natasha) "Point taken."
In the midst of the scene, a mysterious figure emerges from behind, engaging in casual conversation.
(T'Challa) "I suppose neither of us is used to the spotlight."
(Karito) "Nope, it increases my anxiety."
(Natasha) "Oh, well, it's not always so flattering."
(T'Challa) "You both seem to be doing all right so far. Considering Ms. Romanoff's last trip was to Capitol Hill I wouldn't think you'd be particularly comfortable in this company."
(Karito) "Well, it takes a bit of practice to not start breaking down in front of a crowd."
(T'Challa) "Scared of crowds?"
(Karito) "Just when everyone's eyes are on me, I get anxious but I can control myself."
(T'Challa) "What about you Ms. Romanoff?"
(Natasha) "Well, I'm not comfortable really."
(T'Challa) "And that alone makes me glad you are here, Ms. Romanoff and Mr. Spider-Man."
(Karito) "Is there something that bothers you about this?"
(T'Challa) "The Accords, yes. The politics, not really. Two people in a room can get more done than a hundred."
(T'Chaka) "Unless you need to move a piano."
In a fleeting moment, they exchanged words in their native tongue, a whisper of familiarity that wove an intimate connection between them. Undeterred by the brief diversion, they seamlessly resumed their conversation.
(T'Chaka) "Ms. Romanoff. Mr. Spider-Man."
(Natasha) "King T'Chaka."
(Karito) "It's a pleasure, your highness."
(Natasha) "Please, allow me to apologize for what happened in Nigeria."
(Karito) "Yes, please accept my apologies as well, King T'Chaka."
(T'Chaka) "Thank you. Thank you both for agreeing to all of this. I'm sad to hear that Captain Rogers will not be joining us today."
(Natasha) "Yes, so am I."
In an orchestrated symphony of technology, the speakers within the room stirred to life, their sonorous voices heralding the commencement of the meeting. With measured eloquence, a man stepped forth, his commanding presence accentuated by the authority in his voice. As if an invisible baton guided his words, he began to announce the initiation of the gathering with a refined demeanor that echoed with gravitas and purpose.
(Man on speakers) "If everyone could please be seated. This assembly is now in session."
(T'Challa) "That is a future calling. Such a pleasure."
(T'Chaka) "Thank you."
(Karito) "Likewise" Smiles
With a grace that echoed their regal bearing, both Karito and Natasha proceeded to their designated seats, a symphony of poise and composure in their every step. The air held an air of reverence, as the King and Prince of Wakanda engaged in a brief exchange, their native language lending an aura of cultural heritage and exclusivity to their conversation.
(T'Chaka) Native language "For a man who disapproves of diplomacy, you're quite good at it."
(T"Challa) "I'm happy, Father."
(T'Chaka) Places his hand on his son's cheek "Thank you."
(T'Challa) Grabs his father's hand "Thank you."
Amidst the grand assembly, where the fusion of diverse cultures intertwined like an intricate tapestry, the illustrious figure of the King of Wakanda assumed his place before the gathered crowd. A halo of anticipation enveloped the room, as the air seemed to hush in reverence for the forthcoming oration. With a microphone in hand, the King's poised countenance exuded an aura of regal authority, an embodiment of eloquence and charisma that captivated all in attendance. As his mellifluous voice resonated through the airwaves, it carried the weight of generations, each word a carefully crafted brushstroke upon the canvas of collective consciousness. The audience, like captivated admirers of a masterful symphony, listened intently, enraptured by the symphony of wisdom and insight that emanated from the King's lips.
(T'Chaka) "When stolen Wakandan vibranium was used to make a terrible weapon... We in Wakanda were forced to question our legacy. Those men and women killed in Nigeria were part of a goodwill mission from a country too long in the shadows. We will not, however, let misfortune drives us back. We will fight to improve the world we wish to join. I am grateful to the Avengers for supporting this initiative."
In the midst of the congregation, where the pearls of wisdom were being delicately strung together by the speaker's erudite discourse, Karito, the vigilant soul, donned a facade of attentiveness. Yet, within the recesses of his mind, the enthralling melodies of slumber began to beckon, luring him towards the realm of dreams.
As his eyelids gently surrendered to the weight of drowsiness, his spider sense, attuned to the ebb and flow of unseen currents, flickered with alacrity. Like a compass pointing true north, it guided his attention to the subtle shifts in the surroundings, urging him to remain on guard even in moments of repose.
(T'Chaka) "Wakanda is proud to extend its hand in pace."
In the bustling tapestry of the urban landscape, where life's intricate threads intersect, T'Challa, a vigilant observer, caught sight of a curious commotion. A crowd of people, like a constellation of stars fleeing from an enigmatic force, hastily dispersed from the vicinity of a van, its presence seemingly engendering both alarm and uncertainty. Amidst this tableau of enigma, a solitary dog, barking with unyielding conviction, seemed to play the role of an intrepid sentinel, guarding against an unseen threat.
As the scene unfolded, like a collage of fleeting moments, Karito's consciousness became the canvas upon which the past and present converged. In a wave of realization, the jigsaw puzzle of memory clicked into place, and the enigma that had eluded him unraveled with pristine clarity. Within the sanctuary of his mind, a resurfaced memory breathed life into this very moment, rekindling a sense of purpose and direction.
(Karito and T'Challa) "EVERYBODY GET DOWN!"
Amidst the grandeur of the assembly, where the air itself seemed to hold its breath in anticipation, a cataclysmic event unfolded, ushering chaos into the realm of serenity. T'Challa, embodying the embodiment of royal grace, sprinted with uncanny swiftness toward his father, the revered King of Wakanda. Beside him, Karito, the intrepid hero, found his heart laden with an internal tempest of remorse for having overlooked this crucial juncture, an oversight that now bore immense consequences.
The urgency of the moment propelled the assembly into a dance of compliance, like shadows seeking shelter under the sanctuary of their tables. Karito and T'Challa, with determination etched upon their faces, were determined to thwart the impending threat and protect the King at all costs.
In a desperate bid to secure the monarch's safety, they stretched their limits, reaching out with valiant resolve to grab hold of their esteemed ruler. Yet, the hands of fate seemed to conspire against them, as a colossal explosion, a force of devastation, engulfed the building's side with unforgiving might. The blast hurled them back with unrelenting force, testing their resilience and determination.
As the debris settled and the aftermath unfolded, Karito, bearing the brunt of the explosion, rose with unyielding determination, grunting in both pain and frustration. Blood trickled from his lips, the physical manifestation of the inner turmoil he now faced. Amidst his introspection, he rushed to find the King, burdened by a cascade of self-recrimination.
In this delicate moment of reckoning, Karito's internal lament echoed with the weight of guilt, a tempest of emotions that threatened to engulf him entirely. The cacophony of thoughts, the pressure of responsibility, and the relentless pursuit of saving others intermingled like a symphony of discord, testing the bounds of his resilience.
His search for the King yielded a heart-wrenching revelation - the monarch, once the beacon of hope and wisdom, now lay motionless on the floor. In the depths of his soul, Karito knew that he had failed, that he had let the kingdom down. The clenching of his teeth, stained with blood, mirrored the crushing burden of responsibility that now rested upon his shoulders.
Beside him, the Prince, witnessing the hero's anguish, acted with unyielding valor, drawing strength from his resolve. Despite his own injuries, he crawled toward Karito, recognizing the unwavering commitment that the hero displayed, carrying the fallen King on his shoulders.
(T'Challa) "Spider-Man! How's my father?!"
(Karito) "He... he's dead..."
(T'Challa) In shock "N-No... That's not possible!" Pushes Karito to the side "Move!"
(Karito) Gets pushed to the side "I already checked! He..."
(T'Challa) "No... No... NO!" Starts breaking down
(Karito) Places both his hands on his head "I'm so... so sorry..."
In the midst of this somber tableau, a poignant moment unfolded, etched with profound emotion. Karito, bearing witness to the heart-wrenching scene, beheld the Prince, who, amidst his anguish, carried the weight of his fallen father upon his shoulders. The Prince's tears flowed like a river of sorrow, leaving an indelible scar destined to endure throughout the course of his life.
In the aftermath of the tragedy, the hands of time gently ebbed away, like a river's current carrying memories downstream. Meanwhile, in a separate realm of existence, Sharon made her way into the lobby of a hotel, her presence commanding the attention of Steve, who engaged in a dialogue with her.
(Sharon) "My mom tried to talk me out of enlisting, but not Aunt Peggy. She bought me my first holster."
(Steve) "Very practical."
(Sharon) "And stylish."
In the elegant milieu of the hotel lobby, Sharon, with an air of grace and composure, approached the regal elevator.
(Steve) "CIA has you stationed over here now?"
(Sharon) "Berlin. Joint Terrorism Task Force."
(Steve) "Right. Right. Sounds fun."
(Sharon) "I know, right?"
Amidst the sacred embrace of silence, where unspoken words linger like ephemeral wisps of thought, Steve, a maestro of conversation, dauntlessly orchestrates the ongoing dialogue. The air itself seems to hold its breath, as if reverent to the exchanges that transpire between these two souls.
(Steve) "I've been meaning to ask you. When you were spying on me from across the hall..."
(Sharon) "You mean when I was doing my job."
(Steve) "Did Peggy know?"
(Sharon) "She kept so many secrets. I didn't want her to have one from you." Elevator bell dings "Thanks for walking me back."
(Steve) "Sure."
In a masterstroke of timing and presence, Sam materializes into the scene, his voice resonating with an air of authority and discernment, as he gracefully beckons Steve into attention
(Sam) "Steve. There's something you gotta see."
In the aftermath of their encounter, Sam and the Steve retreated to their respective rooms. Sam, seeking solace, turned on the TV and tuned into the news channel.
(News Anchor) "A bomb was hidden in a news van... ripped through the UN building in Vienna. More than 70 people have been injured. At least 12 are dead, including Wakanda's King T'Chaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect who they have identified as James Buchanan Barners... the Winter Soldier. The infamous HYDRA agent was linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations. "
(Sharon) "I have to go to work."
Small time skip
Within the aftermath of the explosion, the scene unfolds like a tableau of organized chaos. The site, a theater of calamity and compassion, plays host to small medic camps where skilled hands tend to the injured with a delicate sense of urgency. A symphony of sirens and voices fills the air, intermingling with the resolute determination of firemen, who deftly wield hoses to quell the remnants of flames that dance upon the building's facade.
(Sharon) "Call MI6, see if we can get Micro Forensics to hurry this up. We need the whole team here in two hours or it's not worth it."
Amidst the labyrinthine aftermath of the explosion, where chaos and stillness coalesce like a symphony of contrasts, a solitary figure graces a lonely bench. The Prince of Wakanda, adorned with the mantle of stoic composure, finds himself ensnared in a state of shock, his noble countenance concealing the tempest of emotions that surge beneath the surface. The remnants of the explosion have left their mark.
Beside him, like a comforting serenade amidst the chaos, Natasha, the enigmatic soul, takes her place on the bench. With the grace of a confidante, she sits with a profound understanding of the Prince's unspoken turmoil.
(Natasha) "I'm very sorry."
(T'Challa) Looks and stares at a ring "In my culture... death is not the end. It's more of a stepping-off point. You reach out with both hands and Bast and Sekhmet, they lead you into the green veldt... where you can run forever."
(Natasha) "That sounds very peaceful."
(T'Challa) "My father thought so." He puts on the ring "I am not my father."
(Natasha) "T'Challa... Task Force will decide who brings in Barnes."
Amidst the debris-strewn ground, a poignant tableau of courage and compassion unfolds. Karito, a resolute figure, lands gracefully, burdened not only by the weight of his own injuries but also by the wounded souls he carries upon his shoulders. With a valiant sense of duty, he gently places the injured in the embrace of medic tents, where skilled hands tend to their needs with precision and care.
In the midst of this symphony of aid and recovery, Karito's perceptive gaze locks onto Natasha, who stands amidst the tumultuous aftermath with the grace of a guardian angel. Her presence, like a beacon amidst the chaos, radiates a quiet strength and unwavering determination.
And there, amidst the labyrinth of emotions, T'Challa rises, embodying the spirit of resilience that defines the Wakandan legacy. His regal demeanor speaks volumes, as he stands tall amidst the ruins.
(T'Challa) "Don't bother, Ms. Romanoff. I'll kill him myself." Leaves
(Natasha) Sighs
(Karito) "He's making a mistake."
(Natasha) Jumps "Jesus! You scared me."
(Karito) "Nat, he's making a mistake."
(Natasha) "What do you mean?"
(Karito) "Bucky wouldn't do this, at least not willingly."
(Natasha) Cell phone rings "Yeah?"
(Steve) On the phone "You all right?"
(Natasha) "Uh, yeah, thanks. I got lucky."
(Steve) "I'm guessing Karito is fine?"
(Natasha) "He took that in the face and is still fine."
(Steve) "Yup, sounds like him."
(Natasha) "Look, Steve. I know how much Barnes means to you. I really do. Stay home. You'll only make this worse. For all of us. Please."
(Steve) "Are you saying you'll arrest me?"
(Natasha) "No... Someone will. If you interfere. That's how it works now."
(Steve) "If he's this far gone, Nat, I should be the one to bring him in."
(Natasha) "Why?"
(Steve) "Because I'm the one least likely to die trying." Was gonna hang up
(Karito) Takes Natasha's phone "Steve!"
(Steve) "Karito?"
(Karito) "You know he wouldn't do this unless he's being forced to."
(Steve) "I'll keep that in mind, Karito. Thanks." Hangs up
With the weight of the call still lingering in his mind, Steve, a study in contemplation and composure, stepped into the inviting ambiance of a quaint restaurant. Amidst the genteel hum of diners and the aroma of delectable cuisine, he found himself drawn to a familiar figure. Sam, embodying the essence of contentment, sat serenely, partaking in a culinary indulgence.
(Sam) "She told you to stay out of it?"
(Steve) Nods
(Sam) "Might have a point."
(Steve) "He'd do it for me."
(Sam) "1945, maybe. I just want to make sure we consider all our options. The people that shoot at you usually wind up shooting at me."
(Sharon) "Tips have been pouring in since that footage went public. Everybody thinks the Winter Solider goes to their gym. Most of it it's noise. Except for this." Passes a folder to Steve "My boss expects a briefing, pretty much now... so that's all the head start you're gonna get."
(Steve) "Thank you."
(Sharon) "You're gonna have to hurry. We have orders to shoot on sight."
To Be Continued...