#mcu self-insert

When I’d first arrived at the Avengers headquarters, I’d been unconscious and bleeding from gut-shot that had torn up my side. Apparently I was lucky I hadn’t lost a kidney (although apparently one of my intestines had required stitches).

Once I was up and moving, there needed to be a room for me to stay in. However, new additions hadn’t really been planned. So I was given the living room.

Although it was less of a living room and more a section of the common room quarters that had the games table and kitchen area, that had a series of large couches and chairs.

There was, like, 360-degree window view from my seat though. So although I had to deal with ridiculously early wake-ups from the resident soldiers before they went off to do training, as well as people passing through whilst I attempted to nap or socialise over a laptop, I couldn’t have asked for a better room.

“We need to be kept in line.”

“We should to be able to help those who need it, regardless of charge.”

“So you want to be able to charge in all gung-ho? Cause another Lagos scene?”

“Tony, now is not the time-”

The temptation to plug headphones into my laptop and turn the volume up on some Alestorm began to gnaw at my temple.

It wasn’t that I had no interest in these politics. If these Sokovia Accords were to pass, they would impact me as well as the Avengers. I may not have signed up as one of the various Inhumans or super-soldiers that agreed to form the Avengers, but if I was going to keep living here and taking missions, I may as well get used to the damned title.

I didn’t like it, but still.

I continued to tap away at the keyboard, taking pause every now and again. Social websites were marvellous for keeping up-to-date with global events when you spent 80% of your time in a glass box. It also allowed me to inform those people in my past life that I was still Not Dead Yet.

As I closed down another chat-log, the voices from the meeting table continued, but they seemed to be ebbing, the arguments tailing off.

A bone muzzle nudged into my arm, and I traced my hand over Dog’s head in response.

This is causing you unrest is it not?

“Yeah, not much I can do about it”, I mumbled in reply. “This is adult business after all.”

But you are an adult too.

This encouraged a snort of amusement from myself. “Legally, yep. That’s about it.”

Dog let out a snuffle noise, and levered her head under my arm fully, so I was half leaning on the couch and half draped over her neck. I didn’t complain – she was warm and comfortable.

“You haven’t touched your tea.” Vision’s voice broke through whatever train of thought I had going.

“Oh? Uh.” Indeed, there was a mug on the coffee table, just within arm’s reach. I couldn’t quite remember when I’d brewed it, or if someone else had put that there for me. Still, I put aside the laptop and grabbed the mug. Lukewarm, but better than cold.

“Thanks”, I mumbled over the lip of the mug and giving Vision a small smile, one that he returned.

“What do you think of these accords?”, he asked me, taking a seat nearby. A small rumble echoed in Dog’s throat, a warning. Indeed, my cheeriness faded abruptly.

“I….I honestly don’t know”, I sighed. “They might be useful but they might also be liable to loopholes and corruption and worse. These are government folks we’re talking about after all, politicians and the such.” I paused to inhale, then let out an aggravated sigh. “There’s a reason people don’t like ‘em.”

“And yet they continue to retain positions of significance”, Vision replied. “I cannot see why they would be so disliked and still remain in power, unless they are capable of carrying out their roles and duties.”

“Hun, you’ve been alive for what. 5 months?”

“That is the period of time I’ve had corporeal form, however the amount of information I have amassed is significantly greater than your 20 years.”

I opened my mouth to retort, closed it, huffed, then folded my arms.

“I noticed Mr Stark didn’t pop by to say hi.”

“I feel he was disappointed by the events in Lagos.”

“No shit.”

Letting out a grumbling noise, Dog stood. With my arm still hooked over her neck, I was lifted to my feet.

“I’m gonna go. T’ talk to Wanda.”

Vision was silent as I left. I think he might have been disappointed as well.

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“Twelve.”

“I know. But it could’ve been a lot worse.”

“That’s what everyone keeps saying. It’s those who stay quiet that I feel worst about.” I wrapped an arm around Wanda, pulled her close in a hug. She continued softly, “They can’t even tell me how they feel. Like they’re too scared to say anything.”

“Tell me about it”, I mumbled. Dog crooned from the side of the bed we were sat on, in Wanda’s room. This prompted at least a small smile from Wanda – she was one of the few that liked having Dog around, and often treated her as a pet as opposed than a tool.

“What do you think? About what’s going to happen?”, she asked.