The Story Book

  Cont... The common room in the compound was, for the first time since Peter could remember, completely clean. The coffee table was actually shining. He resisted the urge to put his feet on it as he and Harley sat on the couch in nervous anticipation for the upcoming announcement.  Mr. Stark had made a moving speech two days ago to the UN, the remaining Accords Committee members, the Senate, Congress, and the Army. "Without balance, the world falls into chaos. Without balance, we fall. The heroes of this world do need oversight, I'll admit to that, but they don't need to be collared. Putting under the Accords as they stand now would chain down the ability of heroes to save the most potential number of people. Think about that, people dying because we aren't allowed to go help. The world needs heroes, whether we'd like to admit it or not. Whether they're good or bad got out civilizations, we cannot ignore the fact we now need them. We're in the age of neces

Cont... Everett watches as they put his boss into a hulk proof cage and has a sudden flashback to watching them put James Barnes in a similar restraint two years ago. He looks over at the man in question, watching it all happen from a few feet away, arms wrapped around his daughter. "How'd you know he had hulk genetics?" Everett asks, coming over.  Darling shrugs, "Something he said. I did some digging. There's a big mess left from the Queen incident. Just had to look hard enough."  Bucky smiled at his daughter's words, but Everett could see something was tampering it, "You good?" Everett asks casually without thinking.  Bucky sends him a surprised look before shrugging, "Glad it's not me this time." He nodded towards the cage, which is getting wheeled away to a cargo container so that there's no damaging evidence for the public.  Everett winced, "Yeah, sorry about that."  "Don't be. The past is the past. No

  Cont... Secretary Ross walked through his empty floor towards his personal office in the CIA Langley headquarters. The Accords had been good to him, and opposition was fading. Stark was still a problem. Stark was always a problem. Ross grit his teeth. Stark might need to be eliminated soon if he persisted in being a problem. Another thing he'd have to outsource to his brother. Ross sighed; working with his brother was getting riskier and riskier as his ambitions, his plans grew. They weren't kids stealing weapons for chum change any more. He had the greatest weapons manufacturer known to man at his fingertips now. He had all the heroes of the world in his control. And what did his brother have? A failed project of children assassins. A violent drug no one would buy. Failures. He had risen to power while his brother had failed to accomplish anything other than the luxuries of life. Useless. He, too, was becoming obsolete. Soon he would need to go. Ross steed into his office an

Cont...   Darling talked to Everett for four hours on the pier. Bucky watched from a safe distance as the two talked. Everett had a lot of questions. Darling had long answers, but by the end, Bucky felt it went well. Watching as Everett walked away and the crowd swallowed him up, Bucky came over to stand next to Darling.  "You think it went well?"  Darling hummed watch Everett disappear, "I think so." "Good. Hungry?"  "Starving."  Bucky laughed, "Clam Chowder?"  "Duh."  Bucky laughed harder. Putting his arm around her shoulders, they started walking into the restaurant area.  "What did you think?" Darling asked, leaning into him as they walked.  "What do you mean?" Bucky asked as they got in line for chowder.  "I know you were watching. What did you think? Do you think he's trustworthy?" Darling asked.  "I think he's one of those people that has a really annoying moral compass that do

Cont... Coney Island. Of all the places in the world, the girl in the recording wanted to meet at Coney Island. But if she was Barnes's daughter, it would make sense.  He had been informed that she would find him in the crowd. How he wasn't sure. But he trusted T'Challa, so he wandered around the pier watching for a girl to approach him. The pier was busy, full of families enjoying the joys of the amusement park. He stopped and watched the Cyclone fly by, clattering on its tracks loudly.  "You gonna ride it?" Someone asked, nudging him.  "No, never was one for coasters." Everett shook his head, watching the Cyclone throw a car through a corkscrew.  "I get that. My dad made my uncle go on one once. My uncle puked." The voice laughed.  Everett stopped, puking on the Cyclone, a well-known story about Steve Rogers when he was young. Everett whipped around to find a dark-haired girl standing next to him.  "Hopefully, he's not like that now,