Chapter 381 Decision-making within and outside the Alliance

The morning sun shines through the gaps in the leaves and onto the ground, and the air is filled with the fresh scent of grass. Steve Rogers and Clint Barton stand in front of Wanda Maximoff's house, with a hint of nervousness and embarrassment in their expressions. The two glance at each other, and Clint is the first to break the silence.

"Captain, do we really have to disturb her so early?" Clint said in a low voice, with a hint of helplessness and uncertainty in his eyes.

Steve shrugged, a wry smile on his face, "We don't have much choice, Clint. We need her help, especially her and her brother's support."

Clint nodded, a hint of hesitation in his eyes, "To be honest, Wanda doesn't like us superheroes, especially you. How do you think she will react?"

Steve thought for a moment, trying to find the right words, "We could try to start off on a friendly note and try not to mention anything about superheroes. What do you think?"

Clint gave a wry smile, "In a friendly way? You mean, like last time you tried to teach her how to make American pancakes?"

Steve smiled awkwardly, "That time it was a bit of a failure. But this time, we just need her to open the door and listen to us."

Clint nodded and reached out to knock on the door, "Okay, Captain, let's try."

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind the door, and then the door slowly opened. Wanda stood at the door, her brows slightly furrowed, with a hint of impatience in her eyes. She was wearing a simple nightgown, her hair was slightly messy, but it still couldn't hide her beauty and charm.

Clint gave him a quick friendly smile, trying to lighten the mood, "Good morning, Wanda. We just wanted to check on you and Pietro. We hope we didn't disturb you."

Steve also smiled and nodded, "Yes, Wanda. We have something we want to talk to you about, especially about your "brother"."

Wanda's eyes flashed with a hint of vigilance and dissatisfaction, but she still opened the door and said, "Come in, but you'd better have a good reason."

Steve and Clint looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the reason of "brother" was indeed the first step to open the door and enter. The two followed Wanda into the house. Clint muttered in a low voice, "It seems that we are still alive."

Steve couldn't help but laugh and patted Clint's shoulder gently, "Relax, man. We'll get this done."

The two walked into the living room and saw Pietro Maximoff sitting on the sofa with a magazine in his hand. Seeing Steve and Clint, he gave a warm smile and stood up to greet them.

"Hey, old friends, what's the matter with you coming to see us so early?" Pietro's voice was full of curiosity and anticipation.

Steve smiled and said, "Pietro, we have something we want to talk to you about. It's about superheroes."

Pietro nodded and motioned for the two to sit down, his eyes flashing with excitement and curiosity. Wanda stood aside, her hands crossed in front of her chest, her face still showing a hint of displeasure, but she didn't say anything else.

Clint secretly breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to Steve, "Captain, it looks like we have hope."

Steve smiled and nodded, "Yeah, Clint. We can always find a way."

Wanda looked at Steve and Clint coldly, with a sarcastic smile on her lips, "Don't think that we will listen to you just because you rescued Pietro and me from the Hydra base. Don't forget, we also contributed a lot in that process." Her voice was as cold as ice, and her eyes flashed with disdain.

She slowly walked towards Steve and Clint, crossed her arms over her chest, and continued, "We are not your pawns to be manipulated as you please."

Pietro stood aside and saw that his sister was a little emotional. He patted her shoulder gently and said in a gentle tone, "Wanda, calm down. Let them speak their mind."

Steve nodded to the two of them, with a hint of apology and seriousness on his face, "Wanda, Pietro, we are here today to talk to you about the Superhero and Artificial Intelligence Regulation Act sponsored by Tony. This bill aims to regulate the behavior of superheroes and ensure that we do not abuse our abilities when protecting the public..."

Before she finished her words, Wanda's face suddenly became even colder, and she said angrily, "Are you here to persuade us to join and sign a contract? This is ridiculous! We don't need this kind of restraint at all!" Her voice was full of anger and resistance, her eyes revealed firm opposition, and a hint of chaos magic emanated from her body.

Steve and Clint were startled by Wanda's anger, but they did not show any displeasure, instead they seemed a little excited. Pietro watched the two of them from the side and couldn't help but think to himself, 'These two are so serious, are they masochists?'

A picture suddenly emerged in Pietro's mind: Wanda was wearing a black queen's outfit, and the tight leather outlined her perfect curves. Her high heels were slender and tall, her hair was tied up high, revealing her slender neck, and her eyes were filled with cold majesty. She held a long whip in her hand and looked at Steve and Clint coldly. The whip drew an arc in the air and made a "snap" sound.

"You two idiots, how dare you persuade me to sign the contract?" Wanda said coldly, with a mocking smile on her lips. The whip passed through the air and hit Steve and Clint heavily. The two of them immediately showed painful and excited expressions, and responded intermittently, "I'm sorry, Queen, we were wrong."

Pietro was startled by his own imagination and suddenly came to his senses. He looked at Steve and Clint and saw that they were looking at Wanda intently, with a hint of excitement and anticipation in their expressions.

"Uh, Captain, Hawkeye, are you guys okay?" Pietro asked tentatively, trying to break the awkward atmosphere.

Steve and Clint then realized their own gaffe, and quickly adjusted their expressions, smiling awkwardly, "Sorry, I was a little distracted just now."

Steve smiled slightly, with a hint of ease and sincerity in his tone, "Wanda, actually Clint and I are both against the Superhero and Artificial Intelligence Regulation Act. We are relieved by your refusal because we hope you can stand on the same front with us. We need to unite to protect our freedom and beliefs."

When Wanda heard this, the anger in her eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a hint of doubt and thought. Her expression softened a little, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense nerves relaxed a little.

She sighed softly and looked at Steve with a complicated look in her eyes, "So, you are also against this bill? Your purpose is not to make us sign it?"

Seeing that his sister's attitude had softened, Pietro gently held her hand, with a hint of tenderness and concern in his eyes. "Wanda, from what they said, maybe they really are on our side. What do you think? What do you really think?"

Wanda lowered her head in thought for a moment, then raised her head with a determined light in her eyes, "If you really oppose this bill, then we can work together to resist this unfair treaty. Our power should not be restrained, and we have the right to choose our own path."

There was firmness and determination in her voice, and a hint of a proud smile on her face, "We are willing to fight with you to protect our freedom."

Steve and Clint looked at each other with relieved smiles on their faces, as if they had found like-minded comrades. Steve nodded and stretched out his hand, "Then let us fight together for our freedom and beliefs."

Wanda held Steve's hand proudly: "Well, let's go together."

......

Scott Lang was squatting in the shadow of a run-down apartment building, his eyes fixed on the man he nicknamed "Poop Man" not far away. This man looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, wearing an old jacket and carrying a worn briefcase. However, Scott had already discovered that this man was actually an experienced thief, and the briefcase in his hand was always full of his stolen property.

Scott adjusted his equipment and confirmed that everything was correct. He approached the target quietly. The poop man was buying something at a convenience store on the corner of the street, completely unaware of the danger behind him. Scott acted quickly. He used the micro laser cutter on his wrist to easily cut the lock of the briefcase and quickly put the valuables in the bag into his backpack.

Scott completed the theft with a clean and neat move, almost silently. The poop man was still shopping in the store, unaware of what had happened. Scott smiled smugly, turned around quickly, and disappeared into the shadows of the street.

He trotted along, passing through several streets and alleys, and finally entered a dim alley. Scott leaned against the wall, panting, with an excited look on his face. He opened his backpack, carefully checked the loot, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Hey, Scott, you're awesome!" he said to himself, looking very proud. "This guy has no idea what was stolen from him, haha! What an easy win."

He packed his backpack and walked forward happily, ready to leave the alley. At this moment, two familiar voices came from behind, causing Scott to stop abruptly.

"Scott Lang, what are you doing?"

Scott turned around in astonishment and saw Steve Rogers and Clint Barton standing at the entrance of the alley, with their arms crossed over their chests and a serious expression on their faces.

"Uh, hi, Captain, Hawkeye," Scott smiled awkwardly, trying to hide his embarrassment, "Why are you here? Do I need the Avengers to arrest me for what I did? And..." Then he said with a dead horse face, "Well, the Avengers really care about a nobody like me."

Steve frowned slightly and glanced sharply at Scott's backpack. "We just happened to pass by and saw you doing something suspicious. Scott, you know that what you did is wrong, right?"

Clint shrugged and gave a teasing smile, "Scott, you're really wasting your talent. You're a superhero, you shouldn't be playing tricks like this on the street."

Scott smiled bitterly and scratched his head. "Okay, okay, you're right. I just... uh, I'm addicted to stealing."

Steve took a few steps closer and patted Scott on the shoulder. "We have also found out the details of the other party. Let's forget about it this time. Now we should talk about business. About the Superhero and Artificial Intelligence Regulation Act."

Scott continued with a bitter face: "Uh...but Hank Pym, he made me sign it."