Exposing the Truth

Inside the room, silence hung heavy in the air.

Everyone was shocked by Peter's words.

Ross narrowed his eyes with his voice cold and firm.

"I suggest you mind your words, son. You're talking to the Secretary of State."

Peter didn't flinch. Instead, he crossed his arms and his gaze unwavering.

"And I'm the King of a planet. Maybe it's you who should mind how to talk to me."

A brief silence followed.

Steve frowned, "Peter, you shouldn't talk to someone like that."

Natasha who is also standing nearby, sighed, "I think that's enough."

Peter who is already on his feet, ignored them.

He slowly walked toward the main screen, his eyes scanning the room before finally landing on Ross. "Since you want to emotionally manipulate them… let me do you one better."

The screen flickered to life, displaying footage from the Battle of New York.

Peter's voice was even, but there was an edge of steel behind his words. "You keep talking about death and destruction, right? About how the Avengers caused so much damage? Fine. Let's rewind a little. Why did the battle even start in the first place?"

The footage shifted, now displaying the classified files of Project regarding Tessaract.

"Isn't it because your people decided to mess with the Tesseract? You wanted to create weapons of mass destruction, and instead, you got an alien invasion."

Ross opened his mouth to respond, but Peter didn't let him. "Ah-ah. This is where you zip it."

Before Ross could react, he found himself seated with a cloth wrapped around his mouth, muffling his words.

His eyes widened in rage as he struggled against the invisible force keeping him in place.

Steve immediately stood up with tensed expression.

Sam and Wanda followed, their concern clear.

"Peter, that's enough," Steve warned.

Peter barely glanced at him. "Please, Cap. I haven't even started."

The footage changed again.

A missile appeared on the screen, carried by Iron Man as he soared toward the portal.

Peter turned back to Ross, his voice sharp. "That's your solution to every problem, isn't it? Nuke the damn city—civilians be damned."

Ross tried to speak, but the cloth tightened, keeping him silent.

Peter's eyes burned with intensity. "If Stark hadn't redirected that nuke into the portal, how many lives would you and your government have sacrificed?"

The footage on the screen shifted to the destruction of the three helicarriers.

Peter turned to the screen, shaking his head. "You seriously wanted to bring this up, didn't you?"

The images changed again, revealing the identities of Hydra executives—people who had been secretly pulling the strings from within influential positions.

Peter turned to Ross. "If Cap hadn't blown them up, you and everyone else would be at the mercy of Hydra. Or wait… maybe you actually prefer that over destruction, don't you? Then what was the point of fighting in the Battle of New York? You might as well have bowed your head to Loki and become his slaves. Maybe he would've let you keep some governing rights over his people."

Ross was fuming with anger and his face turning red. Around the room, eyes widened in shock. No one had expected Peter to say all of this so bluntly.

The footage changed once more, now showing Sokovia—a floating island in the sky. Peter stopped talking and looked around the room.

This was a sensitive matter. His eyes briefly met Wanda's, and he saw the concern on her face.

He sighed. "It's true. Ultron was a mistake. But the intention behind him was genuine."

Peter turned to Stark, who had been silent this whole time with his head slightly lowered. The screen now displayed footage of the Avengers evacuating civilians from Sokovia.

Then, the entire island disappeared into the Mirror Dimension.

Peter gestured to the footage. "By sending the island to the Mirror Dimension, I reduced the casualties. And ever since that incident, Tony Stark has been doing everything he can to make things right."

Ross remained silent, but Peter wasn't done yet.

He turned to him again. "The guilt is consuming him slowly. But that hasn't stopped him from doing the right thing."

The footage shifted once more, showing Tony's humanitarian efforts after Sokovia—the aid programs, infrastructure rebuilding, and charity work.

Silence filled the room as everyone watched.

Peter sat on the edge of the table, his voice calm. "He always learns from his mistakes. And he wanted to make peace… but it didn't work out in the end."

The footage ended, leaving the room in stunned silence.

Peter turned, addressing the Avengers in the room. "And now, after all this, you want the Avengers—people who actually save lives—to answer to those people?"

His gaze locked onto Ross one last time. "Give me a break."

Peter turned back to the screen with his expression softening slightly. "The Avengers aren't perfect," he said, his voice quieter now. "But they've saved this world more times than I can count. Instead of trying to control them, maybe you should be thanking them. But one thing is true..." He paused and looked around, "This world needs the Avengers."

Peter stood up and walked toward Ross. "Now, regarding Lagos. I admit what Wanda did was unexpected. But she was trying to save the people below from being blown up by a bomb."

Wanda lowered her head and guilt is evident in her face.

Peter's tone softened. "It was an accident. And if you want to talk about casualties… well, all the people are fine now."

That statement sent shockwaves through the room.

Steve frowned. "What do you mean?"

Peter smiled slightly then turned to Wanda. "I mean, no one died. Or stayed that way. All the people are now back in their own homes. You can check if you don't believe me."

Wanda's eyes widened in disbelief.

Peter took her hand and began walking toward the door. Just before leaving, he paused and glanced back.

Ross, now slowly standing with Rhodey's help, had the cloth over his mouth vanish. He was clearly struggling to process everything that had just happened.

Peter smirked. "Just a friendly reminder—if you ever think about dropping a nuke on me… please don't. I'm a nuke myself."

With that, he smiled and walked out, leaving the room in stunned silence.

Steve immediately followed after Peter and stopped him. "Peter, we get what you're trying to say. But this isn't the way to handle things."

Peter sighed, "Maybe not, But someone had to say it."

Back in the room, The room remained silent, the tension slowly dissipating as the Avengers processed Peter's words.

Ross, still seething, stood up and straightened his suit. "This isn't over," he said, his voice low and threatening.

.....

Inside an empty coffee shop, Nick Fury sat at a corner table, eating his sandwich.

The atmosphere was calm with the occasional clatter of dishes in the background.

Maria Hill walked in, her steps firm and purposeful. She sat across from him, placing a tablet on the table.

"I got it, sir," she said.

Fury didn't stop eating. "Got what?"

Hill tapped on the screen, bringing up an article. "What Peter did… the thing that's been making you so wary of him."

Fury finally paused, his gaze flickering to the tablet. He wiped his mouth before taking a look. The headline was simple but eerie:

"The Great Mosquito Disappearance—A Global Phenomenon Ignored?"

Hill folded her arms. "He wiped out every single mosquito on Earth. And almost no one noticed, except for a few obscure articles."

Fury let out a small, knowing smirk. "I knew you'd find it, Hill."

Then his expression turned serious. "You're right. He erased every mosquito from the face of the Earth. Now imagine what he could do if he ever decided to go rogue."

Hill leaned back in her chair, exhaling. "But… the ecosystem didn't change much. There's barely any impact." She rubbed her temples. "I don't even know what we're dealing with anymore, sir."

Fury's gaze darkened. "Neither do I. But I can tell you one thing… he's extremely dangerous."

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A/n: Hi, I'm back guys.

The reason why I didn't upload for the past week is because of health issues.

Damn, I'm frequently getting sick now.

Now I'm recovering slowly. I'll try to keep uploading regularly, but no promises.