Chapter 1
Steve Rogers never back down from anything. While many would argue than that was a trait more annoying than charming, it was just the way he was wired. Even as a weak 100 lb ashmatic kid he was like that. It wasn't ideal, but this trait was what motivated him to stop being a chorus girl and fight in the trenches for his lost friend, taking down HYDRA in DC, go against Tony in "Avengers' Civil War" (as the press was dubbing the incident) etc.
He was sitting in his (inmensely) luxurious room in the Wakanda Palace. T'Challa has been such a gracious host, providing him and his team with everything they ever needed. Steve thanked him, while T'challa just stated that he was sorry for rushin' into believing than Bucky had killed his father and hunting him down. Sam later joked about that if wasn't for his father's death, he had been "100% Team Cap" since the very beginning, and Steve couldn't help but smile and agree. For a king, T'Challa sure didn't like red tapes and foreign goverment intrusiveness. He was a lot like Steve, in that sense.
Today had turned exactly 3 months since the Siberia incident. Steve feel terrible about how that ended. but he didn't regretted his decision. He had to protect Bucky. After three months, the public was as rabid than ever. No one knew what truly transpired behind the lukewarm replies of UN, about how the Sokovia Accords were made so regular citizens no longer feel threatened by superhumans/superheroes. Steve couldn't help but snort at that.
While 79% of the official press was against Steve and his rogue Avengers, since they were Public Enemies 1#, the regular folks opinions were more dividated. 48% agreed in the Sokovia Accords to keep superheroes/superhumans on check, but 52% (in the US, UK and Europe polls) keep saying that the goverments of the world were dying to get a piece for the raw power that the Avengers professed, and they weren't acting by the people's wellbeing but pursuing their own agendas. So Steve decided to come out of his metaphorical rock and face down the mediatic shitstorm. He didn't want any more faceless, nameless people giving opinions for him. T'Challa warned him that going out now may not be the best idea, that Steve should let things cool off, but he was determinated to do it. Luckily for him, everyone on his team decided to accompanied him to NY to give his conference press. The conference was taking palace in NY, in front of the UN embassy, but inside the Wakanda Embassy, so they wouldn't touch them there without T'Challa's permission, and since this was a surprise conference, they have nothing that could do to them, unless they force them out and risk a media meltdown.
So, while sitting in his bed and listening to the news, he made many calls, to the Press and the likes. Reunited his team, made contingency plans, and just like that, a date and a place for the conference was settled
"Wow" Peter Parker say while watching the TV. According to the world, King T'Challa was going to say the sordid details about the Civil War. So every major media was there, and according to Twitter, along 20 millions of people of the US was watching the conference on TV. another 30 million in Internet, and a unspecific number in the foreign territories. What nobody knew, however, was that Steve Rogers and his "rogues" were going to be there to clear things and give their versions of the story.
"What are you watching Peter?" Aunt May asked, returning from her shift in the hospital and leaving her keys in the bowl.
"The conference of the King of Wakanda about the Civil War."
Mmmm" she hummed, sitting next to her nephew and taking a soda can and a bowl of popcorn for herself.
"Hey, that was mine!" Peter mock- screamed "Too bad" May smirked taking a gulp of her stolen soda.
They settled in the couch for a few silent minutes, in the boring pre-conference question, polls of the general opinion etc. It was like watching the President's inauguration rather than a "simple" press conference.
"What do you think?" Peter asked breaking the silence
"What do I think about what?"
"You know, this whole superheroes squarrel"
"Both of them have valid opinions honey"
"Yeah, but... Don't you think that they should be accountable for the Law, or..." he trailed off. Peter admired Captain America, he was his favorite superhero ever, but he still was in the opinion that superheroes should be accountable for his actions, take responsability.
Aunt May closed her eyes. Peter has always been educated in the "With Great Power, comes great responsabilty" family motto. He obviously was in the opinion that people should take care of his actions, and he was correct. He was also young, and idealistic, thinking that the people should always side with the Law.
May had never smoked, never drinked and she didn't even have a speeding ticket. She was squeaky clean. But she wasn't young not idealistic. She knew that sometimes, the Law wasn't in the right, that sometimes you should follow your own moral compass. That's why she dropped her political science degree, her dreams to became a politician and became a nurse instead. That's why she cried when her sister commented how awful some of her missons with SHIELD were. When Captain America dismantled SHIELD as being a facade for HYDRA, she suddendly felt sick, those mission that her sister and her husband had performed, hadn't been SHIELD missions, but HYDRA missions.
And "SHIELD" used to be the Law...
"Persons aren't perfect Peter. Neither are goverments, Sometimes things are a little too complicated" she vaguely answered
Seeing her nephew's confused face, she smiled and kissed his forehead, telling that him he should tape the conference for her, becaue she was going to hit the sack.
Thankfully Peter was still a kid. Complicated matters weren't his concerns yet. Hopefully they would never be.
"You ready? " Natasha asked
"Always" Steve commented with a nervous smile
"Good luck" Clint commented with a very serious face
He was at just a few minutes for T'Challa to request him in the podium, and he was decided to make things right.
He faintly heard Sam say "Break a leg" while he was lifting the courtain and going right to the sharks' jaws.