ViENNA - NADiA'S POiNT OF ViEW

I stand beside Natasha thinking over the funeral. Steve was deeply affected and all I did was touch his hand? Then I turned around and left? Rhodey, Tony, and Vision have already signed the accords. How an AI can sign something as a being is still lost to me. "Excuse me, Miss Romanoff, Miss Oakley?" We both look at the woman.

"Yes?" Nat asks.

"These need your signatures." Natasha takes the pen and signs, I grab it and scan the sheet quickly before signing.

"Thank you," I nod as a man walks over to us.

"I suppose neither of us is used to the spotlight," Nat smirks and nods, I point to the side and begin walking away, a hand stops me. "You do not have to leave. I am T'Challa, Prince of Wakanda." I shake his outstretched hand and give him a smile.

"Wakanda? As in..." Natasha nods at me. "I'm Nadia Oakley, aka Nocturnus."

He smiles and turns back to Nat, "You seem to be doing just fine, so far. Considering your last trip to Capitol Hill... I wouldn't think you would be comfortable here, in this company." Natasha shakes her head and I tap her wrist to stop her from clenching her fist so hard.

"Well, I'm not." Her smile seems forced but she remains ever composed.

I wish I had the ability to compose myself and not let a thing through. "Maybe if you didn't hesitate you wouldn't be in this closet, useless urchin!"

I flinch at the memory. "That alone makes me glad you're here." I like his voice, it's heavily accented but soothing.

"Do you not approve of this?" I ask T'Challa and he moves his eyes to mine.

"The Accords, yes. Politics? Not really. Two people in a room can get more done than a hundred."

Another man walks over before I have a chance to speak. "Unless you need to move a piano." He has a similar accent to T'Challa so I'm guessing he's also Wakandan.

"Father," T'Challa states with a smile and I envy him.

"Son. Miss Romanoff," He looks to me.

"Oakley, Nadia," I answer and he nods.

"King T'Chaka. Please, allow me to apologize for what happened in Nigeria." I am so glad I didn't stick my hand out to shake his.

"Thank you for agreeing to all this. Although, I am sad to hear that Captain Rogers won't be joining us." I bite my lip and look down at the floor, my stomach churns and I frown to myself.

I push my finger to the side of my glasses to do a body scan. Tony's upgraded the one's from the battle and they can act like regular lenses now. They look like normal glasses when I want them too and switch to the black ones when needed. Tony even gave me my own AI, I named it Henry. He has an Australian accent and I adore it. "There is nothing physically wrong Miss." Huh, weird.

"Mentally?" I'm walking away from the trio now.

"Everything is stable." I thank Henry and look out the window. The first time I'm in Vienna is the time I might be losing my rights... if only I hadn't shot the suit... where would I be now?

LATER

A man steps up to the podium and takes a deep breath, "Welcome to the United Nations Conference to hopefully ratify the Sokovia Accords." The man at the podium announces. "We have here today royalty, a few Avengers, and someone some would consider a criminal. The Bounty Howler." The crowd gasps as I turn my body around to find the woman.

The infamous Bounty Howler that I heard about in school. My eyes meet her's as I try to see into her mind, her brows furrow and I get a flash of the horrors in her mind then I quickly turn back away from her. Is she okay? "Miss?" The man at the podium speaks up.

"Yes?" She asks with the sound of a smile.

"What are your thoughts on the Accords?" He asks her.

"These Accords have pros and cons, as all things do. But, if I were an Avenger- and let me point out that I would never be- I wouldn't sign it even if a gun was at my head." Another gasp from the crowd and she chuckles. "I'm betting everyone is thinking 'Why should I listen to a Bounty Hunter?' and I know I am not the most credible source but I believe that all of the world governments- their state governments included- move far too slowly." The crowd seems uneasy.

"I know, I know, but think about it. What if there was a riot going on and the Avengers are sent to stop it, but they didn't think it was worth it since riots happen every day and somewhere, someplace there is something alien to us all; but not the Avengers and they were prohibited to go there and thousands of people die. Whereas the riot, nobody died, people may have been injured yes but was it worth the lives of thousands? No, it wasn't and the Avengers would be the ones to blame since they are Earth's heroes, our protectors, and you cannot limit things like them." The woman takes a deep breath.

"The only thing these Accords are going to do is limit them and risk more lives. The Avengers cannot be contained, it's like trying to stop a mine by burying it. Burying a mine just makes it someone else's problem and nobody wants to deal with something like what we saw in 2012." I clap my hands with a small smile, she is right, I agree with her. Even held at gunpoint, I wouldn't sign the Accords.

The man at the podium seems to have to compose himself before he begins, "And now, King T'Chaka, of Wakanda." I watch as the man lets the king up and look out of the window quietly.

"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." King T'Chaka is standing at the podium and once again I am reminded of Peggy's funeral. I mean sure, wearing the dress here is a reminder alone but everything seems to be one.

"We will not, however, let misfortune drive us back. We will fight to improve the world we wish to join. I am grateful to the Avengers for supporting this initiative." I stare out the window and cock my head to the side a little before it hits me. "Wakanda is proud to extend its hand in peace." I turn around.

"Everybody get down!" T'Challa is screaming it for me. I push a shield out of my hands and try to cover everyone but I'm thrown into the glass.

The explosion causes dust and debris to fly but I manage to stand up and push a shield around myself. "Natasha!?" I yell into the dust but get no reply. Using my last bit of energy I lift all of the debris I can and push it outside, from there I maneuver it onto the roof. Once the room is clear I see Natasha is unscathed but someone else isn't.

T'Challa is covered in dust and is cradling someone to his chest, his father. I put a hand to my mouth in surprise and gasp. Natasha pulls me away from the scene and we make our way to the ground floor. "Are you alright?"

I nod, "You?" My voice cracks, not only from seeing someone die but because I could have stopped it but my powers didn't work.

Nat pulls me into a hug. "I really tried to save him." I wheeze and she nods.

"I know sweetheart, I know." I cling onto her and let the tears flow.

A FEW MiNUTES LATER - AT A COFFEE SHOP iN ViENNA

I walk into the shop with my purse in hand and I know I look hit. And by that, I mean I looked like I had been crying. I had been, by the way. I order a muffin and hot cocoa and spy a familiar figure. I sit in the only seat that's not by any windows. "Hello, Sam." I think in his mind and see him flinch. He looks around the shop and doesn't stop when he sees me.

"The hell was that? You just thought... in my mind."

I nod to myself, "Yes. Why are you here? Where's Steve?" I know he feels weird right now but I need answers before my energy is depleted.

"You know why we're here. And Steve? I'm pretty sure he's talkin' to Natasha." He takes a swig of his drink as my order is set on my table. I thank 'Tyler' before taking a sip.

Sam thinks about the report and I see that Bucky is being blamed for the bombing. But it doesn't feel right... "You guys need to go. Steve will just make this worse..." Sam nods but I know it won't work. "Where do you guys need to go?" I ask and pick off a chocolate chip and pop it in my mouth.

"Barnes' apartment."

I nod, "Get me an address and we're done here." I warm my hands with the cup as my phone buzzes.

"Thank you, Nadia," I smirk while leaving a five-dollar bill for a tip on the table.

"No problem Sammy." I sling my purse on my shoulder and begin making my way out of the shop, my muffin in hand.