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113 Forgiveness
🕑 Added 2025-08-11 18:15:01 +0000 UTCThe Avengers were suited up but not in their battle wear. They were here in their formal wear, getting ready to speak in front of the world. Currently, they waited in the green room adjacent to the grand chamber of the United Nations General Assembly, where world leaders had gathered for the final and most anticipated address of the day. Every camera, every diplomat, every nation had their attention fixed on this moment.
The boys were dressed in sharp tuxedos. Tony’s was tailored with slim lapels holding a subtle shine, and a pocket square that probably cost more than a small car. Steve’s was a classic design based on the 1940s. Bruce looked uncomfortable in his, already tugging at the collar, while Thor’s Asgardian height and broad shoulders turned the simple black suit into something that demanded space. Clint’s was the plainest of them all, but he wore it confidently. Harry’s tux was black with a midnight-blue underglow. There was a subtle shimmer that caught the light like starlight on water.
And then there was Natasha. She wore an off-white silk dress, the kind that didn’t need sparkle or embroidery to demand attention. It flowed like moonlight, sleeveless and backless, with a slit up the side.
They were the last speakers on the schedule by their request. The Hydra war was over, the Triskelion had been rebuilt, and for the first time in years, the world wasn’t under immediate threat. And yet… the Avengers knew that peace came at a cost. The battle may have ended, but the consequences of acting as global vigilantes hadn’t. Now it was the time to ask for forgiveness for their actions.
Steve turned to Harry, adjusting the cuff of his tux. “Are you sure you don’t want to be the spokesperson today?”
Harry looked up from who had been absentmindedly ogling Natasha with the class of an English Gentleman. “Positive.”
Steve studied him for a beat. “You are the soul of this team, Harry. Without you, we wouldn’t be where we are today.”
“And you’re Captain America,” Harry cut in smoothly. “The world sees you as the conscience of the team. I’m a wild card. You're the symbol.”
Tony raised an eyebrow from the corner. “I’d argue I’m the symbol, but I have retired from the spotlight for now.”
“That’s because your version of the limelight generally ends up in TMZ than CNN,” Clint quipped, earning a light chuckle from the group.
Steve stayed focused on Harry. “Still. You're good with words when you want to be.”
Harry gave a small smile. “Maybe. But this isn’t just about words. It’s about reassurance. You’re the one who carries that. You talk about doing the right thing like it’s a compass everyone can hold. The world trusts you, Steve. And right now, trust is more important than charisma.”
Bruce, adjusting his glasses, nodded in agreement. “And let’s be honest… if Harry speaks, half the world’s going to think he just used magic to brainwash everyone into liking us.”
Harry shrugged. “Not an invalid concern.”
Steve exhaled slowly. “Alright. I’ll do it.”
Harry gave him a firm nod. “We’ll be behind you.”
Tony clapped Steve on the shoulder. “And don’t worry, Cap. If you screw it up, I’ll hack the global broadcast and fix it in post.”
The edge of Steve’s mouth curled upward at that.
“And remember, we don’t want a line of people signing up for the Avengers program after your speech,” Natasha said, as she gave Steve a pointed look. “Emphasize that we’re protectors, not soldiers of fortune. The world needs to feel safe with us, not pressured to join us.”
Steve nodded. “I know. Hill’s told me the same thing. Multiple times.”
“And she’s right,” Bruce added. “We’re not here to build an army. We’re here to stop wars, not start new ones.”
Tony, arched a brow. “Speak for yourselves. I could use a few interns for the Iron Legion.”
Clint rolled his eyes. “Yeah, nothing says 'we come in peace' like a battalion of walking drones.”
Natasha ignored the jabs and focused on Steve. “They need to hear 'we don’t serve any one country'. That we’re not above the law. Make sure they know we fight for people, not power.”
Harry added quietly, “Tell them we’re not here to rule the world... just to make sure no one else does.”
Steve looked around at his team “I’ve got it,” he said at last. “This won’t be a war cry.”
As Steve gave a final nod, Thor wore a smug expression that didn’t quite reach his eyes. The pride was there but it was thinner than usual. Beneath it lay something closer to relief.
“Tomorrow,” Thor said pointedly, “I take the sceptre back to Asgard. No questions asked. Yes?”
Tony let out an exaggerated sigh. “Yes, yes. I know. As agreed, I won't say another word about it.”
“Good,” Thor replied, though the tension in his shoulders didn’t ease. “It does not belong in Midgard’s hands. I should have taken it to Asgard after the Battle of New York.”
Clint gave Tony a glance, not of angry, not accusatory, just one of disappointment. “I got to say,” he murmured, “I’m disappointed in you, Tony.”
Tony raised an eyebrow. “Gee, thanks, Barton. Great pep talk.”
Clint shook his head slowly. “Of all the people on this planet… I thought you’d be the one to do the impossible. Make something that could stop the next invasion before it starts.” He shrugged. “Guess it was a long shot.”
Tony didn’t answer right away. For once, there was no quip, no deflection. Just a faint scowl as he looked away, jaw tight.
“So,” Thor asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes, “how close were you? Would you have made your so-called ‘Ultron’ if I had given you more time?”
Tony leaned back with a shrug, dodging. “Maybe. Can’t say. Progress is nonlinear. Sometimes you're one all-nighter away from a breakthrough.”
But Bruce, ever the honest one, cut in. “We weren’t even close.”
Tony shot him a betrayed look. “Wow. No hesitation, huh?”
Bruce gave a sheepish shrug. “Just calling it like it is. We couldn’t even make a stable interface, let alone run anything.”
Thor frowned in confusion. “An interface? Were you trying to… give the thing a face?”
“Not a face, you hammer-wielding space Viking,” Tony said dryly. “A neural interface. Like… a synthetic brain.”
“What he means,” Clint interjected, clearly enjoying this, “is that they couldn’t even poke the code inside the scepter, let alone understand it. It was out of their league.”
“Completely beyond us,” Bruce admitted. “The structure is too advanced. Decades away, maybe more.”
Thor let out a loud, satisfied exhale—like someone who’d just dodged an incoming meteor.
“Excellent,” he declared. “My worries were for nought.”
“Wow, thanks,” Tony said flatly. “Glad my humiliating failure brings you inner peace.”
“Oh, it does,” Thor replied with a grin. “In fact, it sings to me. Like the choirs of Valhalla after a long battle.”
“Must be nice,” Bruce muttered.
Clint snorted. “You two really crashed and burned, huh? I mean, you had all the toys and still got nothing.”
“Can we not hold a press conference for our failure?” Tony grumbled. “I’d like to salvage some dignity before we go in front of the actual world stage.”
“Now!” Thor declared, clapping his hands together with booming enthusiasm. “Let us leave these dull talks behind. I hear there is a grand celebration planned after this assembly!”
“That we do,” Clint said, grinning. “And I hear Potter’s been cooking something good for tonight.”
“With the scepter soon returning to Asgard and Hydra scattered like dust,” Thor announced, chest puffed with pride, “this victory must be honoured with revels! Mead! Music! Meat cooked over an open flame! The gods themselves shall envy our feast!”
Tony chuckled. “Who doesn’t love revels? What say you, Captain?”
Steve smirked faintly. “Well, if this really marks the end of everything we’ve been cleaning up since SHIELD went down... yeah. Revels.”
“See?” Tony nudged Bruce. “Even Captain America said yes. Now it’s a party.”
Bruce smiled. “I’ll try not to Hulk out during dessert, by the way, who all’s coming?” he added.
“I think Hill and Coulson are joining us,” Clint said.
“Rhodey too,” Tony added. “You know he can’t resist showing off the War Machine stories once he's two drinks in.”
“What about the girls?” Natasha asked, glancing at Harry.
Harry shook his head. “Pepper and Jane couldn’t make it. Sent messages earlier, Pepper’s stuck in Shanghai, Jane’s knee-deep in some gravitational anomaly experiment in Scandinavia.”
“Bah!” Thor waved dismissively. “Then we shall drink for them in their absence! And eat for them as well! Tell me, Harry what have you conjured for our feast?”
Harry grinned. “Well, for starters: seared beef medallions, fire-roasted pork ribs, and chocolate souffle for dessert.”
“And I asked Heimdal to deliver mead to the tower,” Thor added proudly. “From the cellars of Vanaheim itself. It will make even Stark weep into his goblet.”
Tony placed a hand over his heart. “I weep for no alcohol.”
“We’ll see,” Thor said with a booming laugh.
The light-hearted banter faded the moment a staffer entered the room with a clipboard in hand.
“They’re ready for you.”
The mood shifted instantly. Jokes vanished. Posture straightened. Expressions hardened not out of fear, but because they all understood the weight of what came next.
The Avengers moved as one.
They stepped through the private entrance and emerged onto the stage from the right side, their silhouettes framed by the gilded interior of the United Nations General Assembly Hall. For the first time in history, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes were not standing before a battlefield but a world united in anticipation.
The Assembly Hall itself was magnificent an architectural marvel of diplomatic power. A shallow U-shape, it seated nearly two thousand delegates under its towering 75-foot ceiling. But today, it overflowed. Every seat was filled. The aisles were lined with standing guests. Additional screens had been set up in the atrium, on the lawns outside, even across cities worldwide to simulcast the event.
Leaders from every nation sat shoulder to shoulder Presidents, Prime Ministers, Kings, Generals, Secretaries of Defense and Foreign Affairs. Some whispered behind folders, others sat frozen, watching every movement. The media were gathered like hawks in the balcony, cameras trained, pens still.
For the world, this was history in the making.
In homes, offices, classrooms, and town squares around the world, everything came to a halt. Traffic stopped. TVs glowed in store windows. Children were hushed by their parents. For the first time since the Battle of New York, the world was collectively holding its breath.
Because the Avengers were speaking.
They didn’t enter like politicians. They didn’t wave. They didn’t smile for the cameras. They walked with purpose—Steve at the front, Harry and Natasha flanking him, the others in formation behind. All of them held a powerful aura that was unshakable and unforced. A presence no one could deny.
Steve stepped up to the speaker’s podium, the Avengers lined up behind him like the living embodiment of a new world order.
Billion’s of eyes watched. A thousand cameras clicked.
And then Steve rested his hands on either side of the podium, looked across the sea of humanity before him, and prepared to speak.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the Assembly… my name is Steve Rogers. I was born in Brooklyn in 1918. I grew up in a world that was at war, in a country still learning what justice meant. I grew up watching my neighbors line up at soup kitchens, then watched those same men line up at recruitment offices when the storm came.
I desperately wanted to enlist myself in the army because I believed, maybe foolishly, in something simple: that the strong should protect the weak. That freedom—real freedom—is the right of every person, no matter their flag, their faith, or their past. That freedom isn’t the privilege of the powerful, but the birthright of every child drawing breath on this earth.
However, I was a sickly kid in a loud world. Too weak to enlist, too stubborn to sit still. So I volunteered for the super soldier program. I didn’t do it because I was brave. I did it because I was angry. Because I thought if I could just be strong enough, I could protect the people who couldn’t protect themselves.
And I’ve spent most of my life since then watching my ideals get tested again... and again... and again.”
He griped the podium and the wood creaked under his fingers
“SHIELD was built on ideals I believed in by people that I knew intimately. Howard Stark, Peggy Carter and Chester Phillips were people I respected the most in the world and they too believed what I believed in. To know that they started SHIELD to protect the world, makes me admire them even more. Their mission was noble: to stand guard while the world slept. To be the shield that let humanity wake up safer than it had the night before. SHIELD was born from the ashes of war, formed by people who believed in peace through vigilance. People who thought, that if you could stop threats before they began, you could stop the fighting altogether. That if another Hitler rose to power, we would be there to stop him before he even conquered Germany.
But somewhere along the way, that vigilance turned into fear. And that fear turned into control..
And in our desire to protect the world... we forgot to trust it. We traded sunlight for shadows. We told ourselves the calculus was simple that if we could stop ten wars by breaking one law, the math justified itself. And in those shadows, Hydra grew. Not because they were stronger. Not because they were smarter. But because we stopped asking the most dangerous question of all: Who watches the watchers?”
He paused, letting the words settle across a billion listening minds.
“And by the time we opened our eyes... it was too late. We traded transparency for efficiency, fear for safety, and gave up our principles to win battles in the dark. We let ourselves believe that the ends justified the means. That was our mistake.”
He looked out over the sea of leaders, some of whom had funded SHIELD, empowered it, believed in it. But he offered no blame, just truth.
When the truth came out, when we saw the monstrosity we’d incubated in our own ranks, we did what soldiers always do. We fought. Not for flags. Not for orders. But because it was right. Not just the Avengers. Everyone who still believed that doing the right thing was worth it, even when it’s hard.
The Avengers and our allies burned Hydra out of every hole they’d crawled into. We tore apart their labs, their banks, their sleeper cells. We did it without jurisdiction. Without permission. And yes—[he meets the eyes of the Chinese delegation]—without apology. Because when a house is on fire, you don’t ask the flames to wait while you draft a municipal permit.
But it came at a cost.
I won’t pretend that our war was clean. That our choices were perfect. I won’t deny the chaos we’ve left in our wake. Cities broken. Secrets revealed. People, innocent people, afraid.
So no, I’m not here to ask for your praise.
I’m here to ask for something harder.
I’m here to ask... for your forgiveness.”
The Russian ambassador scoffs audibly while a murmur rippled through the room.
“Because that’s what this is about, isn’t it? Trust.
That’s why we’re here.
The world fears us. I understand why. You see gods and monsters. Hulks and iron suits and a man who control the elements with a wave of his hand. You hear whispers of wands that rewrite reality and scepters that bend minds. You wonder if we’ve become the very things we swore to destroy.
So let me tell you what the Avengers are.
We are not kings. We are not gods. We are not above you, or outside your systems. We are not soldiers of any one nation, and we do not seek power over others.
We’re the Avengers. And our mission is simple: When the world is threatened by forces too large, too strange, or too dangerous for any one country to face alone we stand between that danger and the people who cannot fight it.
That’s it.
We don’t police the world. We don’t rewrite governments. We don’t pick sides in civil wars or play puppeteer behind closed doors. If we are anything, let us be a wall, not a weapon. Let us be a shield.
Steve’s voice grew quieter now.
“We know how powerful we look standing here. But behind the armor and the headlines, we’re still people. People with doubts. With limits. With pasts we’re trying to rise above. Every time we suit up, we carry those burdens with us because we know what happens when power becomes unchecked. We’ve seen it. We’ve been it. So today, we come before you not as conquerors, not as saviors but as citizens of this world.
But as citizens.
As your neighbors.
As fellow humans asking you not to be afraid of us. Not to idolize us. But to hold us to the ideals we claim to defend.
Believe in the good we’ve done, but more importantly... watch us. Hold us accountable. Make sure we never forget who we are meant to be.”
He looked around at his teammates behind him at Natasha, at Harry, at Bruce, Thor, Clint, Tony. The ones who’d fought and bled beside him. Then, he returned to the room.
My team… we are flawed. We are tired. We are men and women who’ve lost too much to ever confuse justice with vengeance again.
“The world is changing. Aliens, sorcerers, technology we don’t understand… It’s terrifying. I won’t pretend it isn’t. The future will demand more of us. The stars have already shown us their teeth.
But that fear should never divide us.
It should unite us. Remind us that we only have one Earth. One home.
And every day, in ways both great and small, it’s worth fighting for.”
Steve straightened.
“We will always be ready.
Not for conquest.
But for protection.
Not to control.
But to serve
For the nurse in Nairobi. For the fisherman in Jakarta. For every soul who still believes the strong have a duty to the weak.
We will be your shield. But we will never again be your secret.
And if you ever see us forget that then stand up. Look us in the eye. And remind us who we are.
Thank you.”
He stepped back from the podium. No applause followed. Not immediately. The hall was too stunned, too full. But then Then the Ghanaian ambassador rose. The French delegation followed. Then another. And another, within seconds, the entire chamber was on its feet in a solemn, unified ovation.
As Steve stepped away from the podium, world leaders surged forward like a tide. A tsunami of handshakes, photographs, invitations to dinners and private talks. Tony welcomed the spotlight, spinning conversations into clever jabs and policy soundbites. Thor stood tall, unbothered, every inch a prince among mortals, nodding respectfully to dignitaries who barely knew what to make of him.
But not everyone was drawn to the center.
Away from the swirl of attention, Harry and Natasha lingered near the edge of the podium while Clint and Bruce had already left the hall. Natasha scanned the crowd out of habit. Harry had his hands clasped behind his back, content to let the storm pass before he rejoined it.
That’s when King T’Chaka of Wakanda approached them. He was dressed in dark robes embroidered with fine gold trim. At his side, a silent and poised figure of his son, T’Challa, followed. Unlike others who pushed toward the center, T’Chaka veered directly toward Harry and Natasha.
“Captain Potter. Miss Romanoff,” the King greeted calmly. “It is an honor to meet you.”
Natasha smiled slightly and bowed her head. “Your Majesty.”
Harry followed suit. “King T’Chaka. Again, I would like to apologise for the mess in the Sahara.”
T’Chaka offered a warm smile waving his hand to signal that the matter did not bother him too much. “That was a powerful speech from Captain Rogers. Honest. Stirring. The kind of message the world needed to hear.”
Natasha arched a brow, sensing a ‘but’ coming.
“But,” T’Chaka continued, “he spoke only of the Avengers. But what of the others? You are not the only ones in this world with power, Captain Potter. And more will rise. Some are already hiding in the shadows. My people have long kept to ourselves,” T’Chaka said quietly. “But we are not blind. We see what the world is becoming. People with abilities grow, weapons disguised as men. Some fight for good, yes. But what happens when one does not?”
Harry met his eyes, choosing his words carefully. “Then it becomes our responsibility to stop them.”
T’Chaka nodded slowly. “And who decides when to act? You? The Avengers? What happens when one country's hero becomes another's enemy? Or when vengeance hides behind the mask of justice?”
There was no accusation in his tone, only a warning.
Harry didn’t flinch. “The world is changing. You’re right. It’s only a matter of time before someone misuses their power on a scale we’ve never seen. But we’re not trying to claim authority, Your Majesty. We’re trying to be prepared. We’re trying to do better.”
“And yet,” T’Chaka murmured, “intent is no shield for consequence.”
That quiet sentence hung heavier than any applause in the Assembly Hall.
Natasha spoke for the first time. “What are you suggesting?”
T’Chaka considered her, then spoke with the conviction of a king and the weight of a father. “I am suggesting that we begin asking the harder question: who watches the ones with power? Who holds them to account when good intentions falter?”
He let the question linger before giving a graceful nod.
“My son and I have long believed that a global conversation must begin. Not just about your team but about all who walk the world with unchecked power. I hope… we can count on your support when that day comes.”
He turned to leave, T’Challa offering only a faint nod of acknowledgement before following.
Harry watched them go, thoughtful. Natasha folded her arms, already piecing together the implications.
Comments
Sky Pheonix
Author's Note: Oh what a struggle this speech was. I dont know for how many days, I stared at a black page on how to word it. But by the end of it all, I think it came out well. Also, having the Avengers address the UN instead of just having a party made so much more sense to me. I still dont understand why the party wasn't a more intimate affair. The revelry can happen with friends and family and not with random people.
Sky Pheonix
Thank you for the complement. I didn't want Civil war to just pop up out of the blue due to one incident. With these issues already being discussed, its more organic when shit hits the fan.
Eric Dettenrieder
I really like how you have planted the seeds for the accords in this story. The one big criticism I had of the MCU’s implementation of the accords and civil war in general is how quickly and out of thin air they were seemingly created after the Lagos incident with Brock Rumlow. It always felt like what happened with Shield being exposed as Hydra and then Ultron’s destruction of Sokovia should have been the catalysts for the accords being created.
