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Avengers HQ. New York.
The quinjet arrives at the upstate New York Avengers HQ while Col. James Rhodes deals with the red tape in the holographic person of Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross.
"Still no word from Vision?" Questions the telegraphic image of Ross.
"Satellites lost him somewhere over Edinburgh." Replies Rhodes.
"On a stolen quinjet with four of the world's most wanted criminals." Sighs the bearded man, shaking his head.
"You know they're only criminals because you've chosen to call them that, right, sir?" Rhodey cocks a brow.
"My God, Rhodes, your talent for horseshit rivals my own." Spats the Secretary.
"If it weren't for those Accords, Vision would've been right here." Counteracts the dark-skinned man with a little fire in his tone.
"I remember your signature on those papers, Colonel." States Ross.
"That's right. And I'm pretty sure I've paid for that." Murmurs James, gesturing towards his leg braces that were a result of the Battle of Friends almost two years ago. He never really fully recovered.
"You have second thoughts?
"Not anymore."
Suddenly the fugitive Avengers enter the room, Vision supported by Falcon. Steve Rogers steps forward, a small, sly smirk plastered across his aged face. 
"Mr. Secretary."
"You got some nerve. I'll give you that." Ross replies harshly.
"You could use some of that right now." Retorts  Natasha.
"The world's on fire. And you think, all is forgiven?" The older man scoffs, shaking his head.
"I'm not looking for forgiveness. And I'm way past asking for permission. Earth just lost her best defender. So we're here to fight." Cap takes a step forward, his head held high, "And if you wanna stand in our way... we'll fight you, too."
Secretary Ross, turning towards Rhodey, commands: "Arrest them."
"All over it." The man then swiped off the hologram, the stern-faced, angry man disappearing, "That's a court-martial. It's great to see you, Cap."
Steve Rogers, a genuine small smile cascading across his lips, embraced his old friend, "You too, Rhodey."
"Well. You guys really look like crap. Must've been a rough couple of years." James notes, eyeing the tattered group with a grimace.
"Yeah, well, the hotels weren't exactly five star." Sam replies.
"Uh, I think you look great. Uh... heh... Yeah. I'm back." Bruce suddenly speaks up, his voice cracking.
"Hi, Bruce."
Bruce, nodding stiffly, replies, "Nat."
"This is awkward." Sam whispers to Captain America.
Natasha, Bruce, Steve, Rhodey, Wanda, and Vision are all gathered in the front room, discussing in low, anxious voices as the tension of Thanos and these stones finally set. James was the first to speak up, the one who seemed to be the most put together out of the group. 
"So we gotta assume they're coming back, right?" He was referring to the two alien creatures who mauled Wanda and Vision back in Switzerland.
"And they can clearly find us." The young girl adds.
"We need all hands on deck." Starts Banner. "Where's Clint?"
"After the whole Accords situation, he and Scott took a deal. It was too tough on their families, they're on house arrest." Black Widow sighs.
The curly-haired man, with his brows furrowed, asks, "who's Scott?"