The New Girl

Chapter 2

The Avengers sat around the living room discussing the accords. Raven sat back and watched as they argued. She had her earbuds in and couldn't hear a damn word any of them had to say because she didn't care what they said. She made up her mind, no one needs to persuade her one way or the other. As she watched them act like idiots, she played with a pencil nearby instead of working on her homework, raising it and dropping it over and over again.

For what it looked like, everyone else was arguing with one another. When she got bored with the pencil, Raven went on to doing her homework. No one paid her much attention which she was used to. For the first six years of her life she lived in the X-Mansion; a lot of people, a lot of space, easy way to hide. When her mom lost custody she moved to the tower, that was a year before Tony became Iron Man. Then the Avengers which added even more people to the tower which caused for an easy escape. Raven not only grew used to the silence, she craved it. Silence was the only think she grew to rely on. That and her father though she wouldn't admit to that one.

What brought her attention back to everyone was hearing the faintest comment that came from Natasha. "Tony. Raven. You're being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal." Raven paused her music, pulling out an earbud, and looked over.

"It's because they've already made up their minds." Steve told the redhead. A smirk spread across Raven's lips.

"Though that is true, that's not why I haven't said anything." She stated.

"Then what is?" Sam asked her. Raven shrugged, leaning back in her seat.

"I just don't care." Sam rolled his eyes at the raven.

"But boy do you know me so well." Tony remarked as he got up but winced. "Actually, I'm nursing an electromagnetic headache. That's what's going on, Cap. It's just pain. It's discomfort." Tony walked up to the sink and peered into it. "Who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?" He touched his phone and the photo of a smiling, young man appeared on a holographic screen. "Oh, that's Charles Spencer by the way. 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." The rest of the team looked shocked, except Raven. She didn't care where some honors student went on vacation. "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. Ray's right you know. We lost Pietro and caused the deaths of others but that's just what happened in Sokovia, and not adding in the people who were injured. Add in D.C and New York? What about what we've done not as a group?" He took a pill with some coffee, folded his arms and faced the others. "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, someone dies on your watch, you don't give up." Steve argued.

"Who said we're giving up?" Raven asked him. "Just because we're being forced to go someplace, to save people from that area, doesn't mean we're giving up, Captain."

"We are if we're not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blames." Raven rolled her eyes. If she didn't get along with anyone that was a part of the team, it was the golden boy her grandfather never shut up about. Just the fact that he was always placed on a higher pedestal irked her to the point of dislike.

"God forbid someone else takes the blame." Raven mocked. Steve rolled his eyes at her.

"What do you have against me?" He questioned.