Civil War. · Y/n story by @mrswalker

The conference room at Avengers Compound hummed with tension thick enough to taste. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the sleek, modern table around which the team was gathered.

Tony Stark

taps a stack of documents on the table Let's not pretend this is a choice. It's a necessity. After Lagos... after Sokovia... the world isn't asking anymore. They're telling.

Steve Rogers

sitting straight, hands folded They're telling us to hand over our right to choose. To wait for a committee to decide if people need saving.

Natasha Romanoff

It's not that simple, Steve. Public opinion is a weapon, and right now, it's aimed at us. This... she gestures to the documents... is a shield.

Wanda sat slightly apart, her fingers tracing patterns on the table's surface. Sam leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Vision stood silently by the window, a golden sentinel. All eyes drifted to you, waiting.

Tony Stark

We need to present a united front. Everyone has to pick a side. So, Y/n. Where do you stand?