Chapter 12: Chapter 10

While we were busy fighting crime, the term ended, and with it our freshman year.

Everything was going well if we don't think about the new anti-heroic sentiment that the Lagos accident has incited.

Between that and the damage caused by Ultron in Sokovia, a constant sentiment of dissatisfaction was rising against the avengers.

Luckily for us neighborhood heroes, the press was more supportive, as many of the people we helped in these months were grateful and the collateral damage we did was minimal.

Today, on our patrol, we were able to stop a robber outside a minimarket, two car-stealers, and a mugger. Making it a medium workday, not having done nor too much nor too little.

Ending our night work, we leave our patrol, returning to Peter's house, where we will stay tonight, as his aunt is out of town.

Throwing ourselves on the couch with a pair of pizzas, we switch on the TV, finding a debate over the importance of the avengers.

"Pete, what do you think?" I ask, pointing to the speakers.

"About the desire to put the avengers under the NATO?" He asks, unsure of what I was referring to.

"Yep, I don't like the newsreader's reasoning, but it's unquestionable how much collateral damage they do with every fight," I replied, uncomfortable with the words of the speaker.

"That's true, but I doubt they will be able to do anything if they are shackled by bureaucracy," Peter says, preoccupied with the consequences.

"True, but they should be partially responsible for the damage," I say.

"That may be true. But if we think about possible collateral damages before taking action, we will never save people again." Peter replies, uncomfortable with the idea of something stopping him from doing what it's right.

"You are right too. What a difficult subject..." I say, uncertain on my own stance of the soon-to-be-published Sokovia accords.

"Why are you so curious?" Peter asks, not knowing what will be going to happen soon.
"I have the feeling we this protests will gain in importance, and laws on the subject will be created," I answer with a tense look on my face.

"What kind of laws?" Peter asks, preoccupied after seeing my expression.

Pondering for a couple of seconds, I answer, "The kind that will require special people to reveal themselves and be registered."

"That will be bad." He concurs, thinking of the possible reaction of his aunt after discovering his secret.

"Indeed, that's a slippery slope. I don't want to see our society return to the times of the witch hunts," I reply, scared of what the masses could do after discovering that the people around them lied to them.

"Sig, aren't you a bit too pessimistic?" Asks my companion, more inclined to believe in the goodness of the people than me.

"I doubt it, people are human, and so they always do stupid things. Even more, if they are used to be in power, and now they feel powerless," I answer, don't believe in the people's ability to accept the diversity.

"Not all of them are bad," Peter says in all his optimistic goodness.

"Most of the politicians and military are assholes. They were used to be on top of the world, but now they know that superhumans do exist and that whatever they do, they will never be the top dog again." I reply, trusting power-hungry people only to desire more power.

"Not everyone is a power-hungry bastard, you know? A lot of people are good fellows." Peter says, disagreeing with my cynical view on reality.

"A lot of people are, but to move forward to the top you need to be ruthless and ambitious. And that's not considering that even a single man or woman with enough credentials can destroy countless lives publishing a list contains the names of the superheroes." I keep explaining to him my view, already knowing how this law will fail.

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"Will it really destroy their lives?" Peter asks, doubting it will be so problematic.

"Pete, do you ever heard of police officer's families being killed as retaliation? Or kidnapping the family of crucial witnesses to prevent them from testifying?" I answer, painting a terrible image to my friend.

"Oh." He says while going pale.

"I don't trust the government. In the best case, they are a complex machine prone to malfunctioning, in the worse, they are a bunch of corrupted people viewing for their interests." I say, embracing my anti-authoritarian tendencies.

"That's..." Peter replies, uncomfortable with my words.

"And we have seen how the things with SHIELD and Hydra ended." I keep ranting, trying to prove words.

After pondering on my words for a minute or so, Peter finally replies to my rants. "I can't say you are wrong, even if I still believe that you are a bit too pessimistic."

"Maybe I am, but better be ready for when the shit hit the fan," I say with a grin.

"That's true," he convenes, knowing that being prepared is the key to solve most of the problems.

Deciding that our conversation had taken a too depressing tone, I decide to change the topic.

"Shall we go to bed?" I ask with a sultry voice.

"You will sleep on the couch," Peter replies while maintaining a deadpan expression, already used to my antics.

"Oh, come on, it's impossible to sleep on it. it's comfortless!" I tell him, decided on getting what o want.

"I don't care. If I let you sleep with me, you will end up hugging me all night," he says, having already experienced this situation several times.

"But I need to recharge my P energy. I haven't hugged you in days," I reply with fake tears in my eyes.

Peter scoffs at my antics before saying, "You hugged me last time we had a hero night, three days ago."

"See, three DAYS ago, too many," I reply, keeping my childish act on, knowing that in the end, I will get what I want.

"I still say no. My bed is too small for two people," replies Peter trying to appeal to my commonsense, not understanding that is something stupid to do.

"Last week it wasn't a problem," I say while moving to his room.

"Last week you accepted to sleep on the couch only to sneak on my bed when I fell asleep." He replies, still upset by when last weak I went against my word to hug him.

"And I will do I again if you force me to sleep on the couch," I say, fully committed to refilling my P energy with a night of hugging.

Peter can only accept his defeat, sighing for a couple of seconds before murmuring, "Sig, I really don't know what I shall do with you..."

"Love my adorableness?" I answer before taking his hand and pulling him to the bed, "Come on, let's go to bed, I have a human pillow to hug."

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