After Sokovia and the defeat of Ultron, the world did not become more peaceful because of the disappearance of monsters. Instead, it became even more chaotic.
Countless organizations waving the banner of justice appeared, some even directly hanging the name of a superhero.
As if it had been premeditated, incidents began erupting across the globe.
America.
In the Secretary of State's meeting room.
Summoned by Tony Stark, all the superheroes had gathered.
Wanda, Tony, Steve, Colonel Rhodes, Clint, and others.
Standing before them was the U.S. Secretary of State, the atmosphere tense and suffocating.
"You fight for us, but some people prefer to call you 'vigilantes'..."
The white-haired Secretary spoke.
"Then Mr. Secretary, what word do you use?"
Natasha asked.
"Dangerous. A group of superhumans living in America, who regularly disregard sovereign borders, impose their will wherever and on whomever they choose, without regard for consequences. What do you think people will call them?"
The Secretary questioned.
Just a few days ago, Natasha, Steve, and others had been pursuing remnants of Hydra, including Crossbones.
To protect Steve, Wanda used her chaos magic to hurl the self-detonating Crossbones into the air. The explosion destroyed a high-rise, causing massive casualties.
Heroes did not bring peace as expected. Instead, they instilled fear.
And what truly unnerved the U.S. high command—
Across the globe, multiple terrorist attacks were being carried out in the name of one man:
Saitama.
An organization led by Saitama.
Just the thought made military officials break into a cold sweat.
Dealing with Stark and the others was one thing—at least they had laws, restraint, and could be reasoned with.
But Saitama... even Stark, who knew him best, couldn't explain where exactly he came from.
An uncontrollable power beyond all limits.
Even justice itself became terrifying in his hands.
"New York."
The Secretary projected an image of the Chitauri invasion—heroes slaughtering enemies, but with civilian casualties and destruction everywhere.
"Washington."
The fall of the Helicarriers, triggering a tsunami.
"Sokovia."
The city lifted into the sky by Ultron, with countless lives lost.
"Lagos."
The chaos from Wanda's desperate attempt to contain Crossbones' explosion.
Image after image, showing the destruction heroes left behind.
Justice?
Or fear and chaos greater than terrorism itself?
"That's enough."
Steve finally spoke, his tone heavy.
The Secretary nodded and shut off the projection. His eyes swept across the heroes, his voice sharper than ever:
"Evidence shows that in acting without oversight or restraint, you have left the governments of the world unable to endure. There is one solution: the Sokovia Accords. Supported by 117 nations, this agreement places the Avengers under the supervision of a UN panel. You will only act when and where they permit."
Steve frowned.
"The Avengers were formed to make the world safer. I believe we've done that."
"Then Captain, tell me—where are Bruce Banner and Saitama right now? If I misplaced a 30-megaton or 100-megaton nuclear bomb, imagine the consequences."
The Secretary pressed.
"And if we refuse?"
Natasha asked with a smirk.
"Then you retire."
The Secretary's answer was firm.
Helplessness filled the room.
Even heroes like Stark and Steve were powerless before the machinery of nations.
They exchanged glances, sharing only bitter silence.
Meanwhile—
On the outskirts of an unknown rural area.
Colonel Lorado, a Hydra remnant, was bound to a wooden post, his head forced into a trough of water.
Standing before him was a cold, merciless man.
"Mission report. December 16, 1991..."
He repeated the question again and again.
This man was Baron Zemo.
But the colonel gritted his teeth, refusing to speak. Zemo got no answers.
No matter. He had time. And he had other sources.
At Stark's villa, the Avengers were locked in debate over the Sokovia Accords.
Perhaps it was because of a grieving Sokovian widow's words, but Stark, beneath his playboy façade, had chosen to support the agreement.
Natasha too voiced support.
But Steve and Sam rejected it.
Wanda remained silent, undecided.
For the first time, deep rifts appeared within the once-united Avengers.
Steve looked around.
"I have one question. If they tell us to fight Saitama—what then?"
"The government wouldn't be that stupid."
Stark waved dismissively.
Yet even he owed Saitama more than a few debts.
With his genetic enhancement serum and his endless Mark suits, Stark was nearly on par with Steve physically and arguably stronger.
But he bore the greatest sense of responsibility—and had sided with oversight.
"I said if."
Steve pressed.
"I'll call in sick. Patriotism isn't enough against Saitama."
Rhodey quipped.
"I won't let it come to that. And if it does, I'll break the Accords."
Stark shrugged.
Once again, eyes met.
Everyone understood.
Saitama was too strong.
Even if they all signed the Accords, unless Saitama himself agreed, no one could restrain him.
Meanwhile, in New York—
At the United Nations headquarters.
The King of Wakanda was delivering a passionate speech, urging the world to embrace the Sokovia Accords and pursue global peace.
His son, T'Challa—the hidden hero Black Panther—stood vigil outside.
Wakanda, rich in vibranium and rare among African nations, longed for peace.
T'Challa smiled faintly as he watched his father speak.
Then—
Chaos erupted below.
Armed guards shouted for evacuation.
A black SUV screeched to a halt outside.
Crowds scattered in panic.
"No!"
T'Challa's instincts screamed.
"Get down!"
He shouted to his father.
BOOM!
A thunderous explosion shook the ground.
The shockwave ripped through the building, shattering glass, engulfing the King of Wakanda and countless world leaders inside.
(End of Chapter)
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