Devis shrugged and crossed his arms, looking mildly annoyed- offended, even that Fitz didn’t seem phased by his enthusiasm, “Yup, Hammer Industries. Justin’s not in charge, I guess you know all about that too……Better is a relative term, honestly, Fitz if you ask me. Uh…yeah, Hammer tried three or four times to cut this off, put me in a come the last time and when I came too, told me the only way it was coming off was if they killed me. Obviously not ideal, so, I bounced.”
He slowly resumed his pacing in front of the window at the agent continued speaking, frowning deeply at the mention of the new legislation. He’d heard of the Accords, of course, and the vigilante organisation rated low on his list of useful people. He couldn’t say it all sounded bad, there were certainly some nasty enhanced that needed to be put down or contained, but there were still plenty more that wanted nothing more then to just be left alone.
“Yeah, I saw the news…Safe, secured and controlled, right? If I’d been flying when shit went sideways in Leipzig, I know where I would have stood and it wasn’t in red.”
He shook his head and smiled nervously, “Sorry, the way things just appeared struck me as just weird and wrong, specially when the Avengers did a lot more good then bad in my opinion. But fine, if it lets me out of the box, I’ll sign your little leash-paper. You guys will pay me, right?”
Grinning, he rubs the back of his head again, “Uh…O'Dare, Devis O’Dare. Mom and Dad were off the boat, so…as irish as it comes, I guess.”
“Ehm, yes,” Fitz said in regard to Justin Hammer, currently in prison on multiple charges.
Fitz grimaced slightly at the term ‘cut off,’ but otherwise nodded, still taking notes, his fingers tapping rapidly on his tablet. When he’d entered the information, he looked up and said, “I’m an engineer and I’m very familiar with bio-mechanical engineerin’. I’d like to take a look if for no other reason than to study it. If you’d like me to look at the possibility of removin’ it, I can do that as well.”
Fitz frowned at the word ‘controlled’ but couldn’t really do more than nod. He hadn’t written the pamphlets. “So far, it’s about keepin’ everyone safe,” he said. “I’ve not seen any abuses of power when it comes to the accords. I do think they’re helpin’ people at this stage. With all the new inhumans rapidly goin’ through terregenesis, there’s a lot to be done. They need to learn how to control their powers, but we have to contain them first—so they don’t hurt anyone by mistake. So far, I’ve only seen good come from the Accords.”
He wasn’t sure if Devis picked up on it but Fitz, as was his custom, reserved final judgement. An organization with such power was obviously a force to be reckoned with and needed to be overseen by those who would keep its power from being abused.
“I don’t blame you,” Fitz said. “But after the tragedy in Lagos, the World Council wanted some standards to work from. They wanted a committee to assess the risks and benefits of intervention by the Avengers and other groups like them.”
“Pay you…to sign the Accords?” Fitz said, looking at Devis skeptically.
