A/N: So I finally watched 13 Going On 30 (I'm late, I know) and Jennifer Garner and Mark were sooooo cuteeeeee. Mark really fits the role of the cute awkward type and honestly I miss movies like that where there's no big dramas and perfect happy endings. The 2000's were really something else :,) and the 2010's sucked for the most part.

Anyway, I need to rant real quick. Just skip to the next paragraph if you don't wanna hear it.

*rant starts*

Okay so college. I thought it sucked but then it started to suck even more? So I signed up for this Intro to Networking class cause why not. Btw I've never taken any computer classes before so my knowledge bar is like at 0. Anyway, then I buy the online access code for the homework which was crazy expensive and non-refundable btw and I start the first video in the moule and what does it say?
"You should have nine months of networking experience and basic hardware knowledge."
LIKE WTF? WHY WOULD YOU CALL IT "INTRO" IF I NEEDED PRIOR EXPERIENCE? Ughhhhh.
So anyway, college has started and in case y'all were wondering, I had a mental breakdown on my first day back. Yay me. I think I might start keeping track of how many breakdowns I have this semester like a tally or something. Idk.

Update: I took some good pictures today (as a non-photogenic person, this is a high achievement) and suddenly my life is better again. 

*rant over*

Anyway, the more I watch Civil War, the more I realize that I am team Steve. Sorry, Tony, still love you tho. You will get to see which side Adie will be on butttt it's gonna become a whole lot more complicated than sides pretty soon. ;)

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"Mission report. December 16, 1991."

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"Five years ago, I had a heart attack and dropped right in the middle of my backswing. Turned out it was the best round of my life because after 13 hours of surgery and a triple bypass...I found something that 40 years in the army never taught me. Perspective."

The Avengers were not entertained.

They were sitting around the conference table, at the compound, while Ross lectured them like a class full of students who had misbehaved during recess. Adelaide was sitting on the sofa, away from all of them, on her phone, pretending she wasn't listening.

Peter, please call me back.
We can talk this over.
Please give me another chance.
I'm so sorry for what I did.
I know you don't want to talk
to me but, please just give
me a chance to explain.
Please don't do this.
I can't lose you.
I don't know what to do.
Can we please work this out?
At least give me a chance
to explain why I did
what I did.

Adelaide sighed, looking up from her phone. That was only a few of the million messages she had sent him. Not to mention the million voicemails that she had filled his voicemail box with.

"Peter, I know you probably hate me and never want to talk to me again. And I-I know messed up, but can't we move on from this? I don't know what to do without you. You're my best friend. And I'm a pretty shitty friend for what I did to you but I don't know what else to do than say sorry. If it makes you feel any better, if I could go back in time, I wouldn't have stopped you. I know I deserve this for what I did, but...I miss you, Peter. Please talk to me...Please."

Not that he had responded to anything. She knew that she deserved it, but she was selfish enough to want him to forgive her. She wasn't even sure if half of what she was saying was true. If she could go back in time, would she really not stop him from killing a man? She didn't care about what she was saying, in truth, she only wanted him to forgive her. What would her life be like without Peter?

"The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt," the secretary of state continued, pulling the teenager out of her thoughts, "You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives...but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some, who would prefer the word...vigilantes."

"And what word would you use, Mr. Secretary?" Natasha asked politely in a way that only she could.

"How about 'dangerous'?" Ross said, "What would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals, who routinely ignore sovereign borders, and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?

The silence was overbearing.

Adelaide tried to catch Tony's eye across the room, but he wasn't looking at her. There was something about his expression that didn't settle with her. However, Steve caught her eye and offered her a reassuring smile which she returned.

Ross started to play a clip on the hologram.

"New York," he said as if they couldn't tell. Adelaide couldn't remember where she had seen the footage before, but she knew had seen it.

"Washington D.C.," he said, changing the clip. Adelaide glanced at Sam who was wincing and she bit her lip. Why was Ross showing this? What the hell did he want from them?

"Sokovia," Ross said and she felt a pang in her chest as the sound of screams filled the room. Adelaide covered her mouth, rubbing her face. Her mouth suddenly felt dry as she remembered all the times she had visited that country in her nightmares. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't. Thankfully, Ross changed it again.

"Lagos," he said and Adelaide saw some of the same footage she had seen on the news. She swallowed, looking away.

"Okay," Steve said, glancing at Wanda, "That's enough."

Ross nodded and turned it off. Adelaide let out a quiet breath of relief.

"For the past four years you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision," Ross started and Adelaide had a feeling they weren't going to like where this was going, "That's an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate. But I think we have a solution."

The dark-skinned man standing beside Ross handed him a fat white book.

"The Sokovia Accords," he said, handing it to Wanda, "Approved by 117 countries. It states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel only when and if that panel deems it necessary."

Something about the UN having a power complex.

And it suddenly made sense. The UN wanted to control the Avengers. No more hear the sirens and go running.

The earth's mightiest heroes only when and if the panel deemed it necessary.

It was almost laughable, but 117 countries seemed to believe otherwise. Sokovia crumbling to pieces flashed in her mind and she found her mind reeling, trying to decide how she felt about this.

"The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place," Steve argued, "I feel we've done that."

"Tell me Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now?" Ross asked, "If I misplaced a of 30 megaton nukes, you can bet there'd be consequences. Compromise. Reassurance. That's how the world works. Believe me, this is the middle ground."

"So, there are contingencies?" Rhodey asked.

"Three days from now, the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the accords," Ross said. She tried to catch Tony's eye again but he was looking at Steve. Adelaide couldn't figure out what either of the two were thinking.

"Talk it over," Ross said and the words hung in the air like a death sentence as he left the room.

"And if we come to a decision you don't like?" Natasha asked, stopping him. She had read the teenager's mind. Ross looked at the assassin with a small smile.

"Then you retire," he said simply.

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CLEVELAND, OHIO

It started with an accidental car crash in someone's front lawn.

"Hello?" the driver said, looking at the crash scene. He glanced at the house to see if the owner was home. "Is this your car out front?"

"I jumped the curb," he explained, walking up to the door, "Maybe we could take care of it ourselves. If you wanna call the cops, that's okay too, I guess."

"No," the man inside the house said. He could see a silhouette of someone standing outside his door and he glanced at the gun resting on a pile of newspapers on the floor. "No cops."

"Thank you," came his reply. Hesitantly, the man undid the locks, opening the door.

Instantly, someone punched him in the face, knocking him unconscious.

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"You've kept your looks, Colonel," Zemo said as he flipped through all the files and folders Karpov had hidden in his house, "Congratulations."

Karpov was hanging upside down, the top of his head just barely dipping in water. There was a steady stream of water coming from a small faucet beside him.

"Mission report. December 16, 1991," Zemo said.

"Who are you?" Karpov said.

"My name is Zemo," he answered. It didn't matter if a dead man knew his name. "I will repeat my question. Mission report, December 16, 1991,"

"How did you find me?" Karpov asked.

"When SHIELD fell," Zemo started, "Black Widow released HYDRA files to the public. Millions of pages. Much of it encrypted, not easy to decipher. But, I have experience...and patience. A man can do anything if he has those."

"What do you want?"

Zemo gritted his teeth. "Mission report. December 16, 1991."

"Go...to...hell!" Karpov shouted. Zemo walked over to the man hanging upside down and leaned over him. He turned the faucet off.

"HYDRA deserves its place on the ash heap," he said, "So your death would not bother me. But I'd have to use this book and other bloodier methods to find what I need. I don't look forward to that. You'd only be dying for...your pride."

Karpov said nothing.

Nodding in understanding, Zemo reached over and turned on the little faucet of water that fed a steady stream to the bucket under the agent.

"Hail HYDRA."

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"Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal Of Honor," Rhodey said to Sam, "Which is one more than you have."

When Ross had said talk it over, Adelaide had known it wouldn't end well. But this was only giving her a massive headache. Tony was laying down on a chaise lounge, covering his face with his hand as if that would drown the voices out. Vision and Wanda were sitting on the other chaise lounge. Adelaide was sharing a sofa with Nat while Sam and Rhodey argued behind the one seater Steve was sitting in, actually taking the effort to read the accords.

"So let's say we agree to this thing," Sam said and Adelaide sighed, "How long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?"

"117 countries wanna sign this," Rhodey argued, "117 Sam, and you're just like 'No that's cool. We got it.'"

Adelaide shared a look with Natasha.

"How long are you gonna play both sides?" Sam asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I have an equation," Vision interrupted loudly.

"Oh here we go," Adelaide muttered under her breath, pinching the bridge of her nose and Natasha smirked at her.

"Oh," Sam breathed sarcastically, "Oh this will clear it up."

Vision ignored him.

"In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. During the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate."

Steve looked up from the accords, "Are you saying it's our fault?"

"I'm saying there may be a causality," Vision said, "Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict...breeds catastrophe. Oversight... Oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand."

"Boom," Rhodey told Sam and Adelaide glanced at him.

"Tony," Natasha said, looking at the billionaire, "You are being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal." She had once again read the teenager's mind.

"It's because he's already made up his mind," Steve noted.

"Boy, you know me so well," Tony grunted as he sat up, rubbing the back of his neck, "Actually, I'm nursing an electromagnetic headache."

Everyone watched him as he walked into the kitchen to make coffee as if their conference with Ross had never happened and they were enjoying each other's company over a tea party.

"That's what's going on, Cap. It's just pain. It's discomfort. Who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?" he asked, turning to face them again. He placed his phone in the fruit basket and tapped it, causing a hologram to appear for all of them to see.

"Oh, that's Charles Spencer, by the way," he said, "He's a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA...Had a floor level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind a desk. See the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didn't want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do. He didn't go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where. Sokovia."

"He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. I mean, we won't know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass," he spat, popping a pill into his mouth. Adelaide swallowed, looking away. The room was silent, no one was arguing anymore.

"There's no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, if we're boundary-less, we're no better than the bad guys."

Tony was right. She wasn't a part of the Avengers, but she had been there, in Sokovia. What was she doing when Charlie Spencer died? Was she running for her own life? Had she killed someone without knowing it that day?

"Tony," Steve started, "someone dies on your watch, you don't give up."

"Who said we're giving up?"

"We are if we're not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blames," Steve argued. Adelaide pulled her lips in, staring at the floor.

"I'm sorry. Steve," Rhodey started, "That...That is dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations we're talking about. It's not the World Security Council, it's not SHIELD, it's not HYDRA."

"No, but it's run by people with agendas, and agendas change," he argued.

"That's good," Tony said, walking over to them again, "That's why I'm here. When I realized what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stop manufacturing." Adelaide looked to Natasha to see what she was thinking but she couldn't read the expression on her face.

"Tony, you chose to do that," Steve said, "If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose. What if this panel sends us somewhere we don't think we should go? What if there is somewhere we need to go, and they don't let us? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own."

Were they really? Adelaide didn't think that Charlie Spencer's parents would think the same. There were 117 countries that believed otherwise. Was Steve right or were they just being arrogant? Adelaide looked to the hologram again. There it was – proof that they weren't as safe as they believed themselves to be.

"If we don't do this now, it's gonna be done to us later. That's the fact. That won't be pretty," Tony said.

"You're saying they'll come for me," Wanda spoke up.

"We would protect you," Vision replied, as if it would be that easy. If only there was a hard right and wrong here.

"Maybe Tony's right," Natasha suddenly said and everyone looked at her in surprise, "If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. If we take it off -"

"Aren't you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?" Sam interrupted.

"I'm just...I'm reading the terrain. We have made...some very public mistakes. We need to win their trust back," she said.

"Focus up. I'm sorry, did I just...mishear you or did you agree with me?" Tony said, leaning on the armrest behind the teenager. Natasha shared a look with the teenager.

"Oh, I want to take it back now," she said, shaking her head.

"No, no, no. You can't retract it. Thank you. Unprecedented. Okay, case closed - I win," Tony said, standing upright again.

"I have to go," Steve suddenly said, standing up and everyone silently watched him as he marched out of the room without any explanation.

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A/N: Civil is in fulllllll speed now. Things will happen. People will be hated (mostly me lol). Plot twists will happen.

So since college started, I'm already crazy busy and I haven't been able to write in days (it feels like weeks *cries*) BUT lucky for you guys I have it written out all the way to Chapter 58 and you have 5 weeks until I run out of material or until I find time to write another chapter. Most of you know how my updates get once college starts so...yeah, just be aware of that cause it's gonna happen soon unfortunately :((

Btw, don't hate on Adie for feeling guilty about the Peter thing just yet. Just keep your faith in me, I won't let y'all down ;)

Question: Team Cap or Team Tony?

ALSO. THREE MORE WEEKS UNTIL ALL YOU EVER WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT ADIE WILL BE REVEALEDDDDDDDDD