The contents of the Sokovia Accords were actually quite simple and straightforward, much like what Peter had understood from the television previously.
The Accords stipulated that the Avengers would no longer be a private organization. All actions of its members would be supervised by the LHG Special Group, and they could only act when the Special Group deemed it necessary.
"This agreement is pretty good. But, I mean, if, if there's something the Special Group wants me to do, but I don't want to, do I have the right to refuse?" Peter looked at Tony and asked a question.
Tony paused, then shrugged, "Of course, no problem. The Special Group only has supervisory power, preventing us from acting on our own, but they can't order us to do things we don't want to."
Peter nodded.
"I understand. I agree to this agreement."
Signing this agreement meant he would lose some things. For example, his information would be recorded in the files, and he might even be frequently monitored.
But it was really nothing.
Because these things had already been in place since they found out about his true identity.
Even someone as powerful as Thor, who isn't even from Earth, had records.
Compared to these, Peter valued autonomy more.
This would allow him to act on his own accord when he felt something was wrong, to do what he wanted.
Instead of becoming someone else's blade, being used by them.
In fact, the Sokovia Accords were just a set of laws specifically for super-powered individuals.
Ordinary laws restricted ordinary people, and super-powered laws restricted super-powered individuals.
This was reasonable.
Peter also wanted to protect his Aunt May.
If all the super-powered individuals could sign the Sokovia Accords, not abuse their powers, and even use them to benefit others, then his Aunt May wouldn't have been hurt by those kinds of people.
Of course, he also knew that this was just a vision.
The world would never lack ambitious opportunists.
No matter what kind of world it was, no matter what the background of the era, it was always the same.
And what Peter could do was to protect the people he cared about as much as possible.
Hearing Peter's affirmative answer, Tony also showed a smile on his face: "Good, kid, I didn't misjudge you."
"So, Tony, can you tell me what you need me to help with?" Peter asked.
Tony flipped his phone around and put it away, then said seriously, "I need you to come with me to bring back an old friend."
"Captain?"
"Yes."
"When do we leave?"
"We, uh... You don't seem surprised at all?"
"Why would I be surprised?" Peter shrugged.
"You're really smart, just like I was when I was a kid." Tony looked around Peter's room, trying to analyze him based on the furnishings.
"Did the famous Mr. Stark also go to the junkyard to scavenge for equipment when he was a kid?" Peter ignored Tony's actions. He thought Tony was being a little naive to think he could figure him out just by looking at his room.
"You know, I actually did! When I was twelve, I wanted to build a cluster gun, the kind that shoots lasers, and then BOOM!" Tony made an exaggerated gesture, pushing his already short hair up a bit.
Peter could already picture Tony, his face as black as a thundercloud, with a smoking, exploded hairstyle to top it off.
"Hahaha!"
After a bit of casual chat, they quickly closed the distance.
"Alright, let me tell you what happened," Tony began, organizing his thoughts. "Some guy, for some nefarious plot, deliberately caused an explosion at the Sokovia Accords signing in Vienna, using the world's seven billion people to find the Winter Soldier."
Then, he managed to activate the Winter Soldier, turning him back into a Hydra killing machine.
Captain America, wanting to help his best friend, secretly helped him escape.
"Falcon" also slipped away with them.
Because of their "defection", the council wanted to send in a special forces team to kill the three of them.
But Iron Man convinced the Secretary of State.
However, the Secretary of State only gave him 36 hours. He needed to bring back Captain America, Winter Soldier, and Falcon within 36 hours.
As for the question of right or wrong, Iron Man hadn't considered it.
He made this decision purely from a friend's perspective.
He didn't want Captain America to be killed by the special forces. He wanted to bring him back first, let him calm down, and then slowly persuade him.
So, he needed Peter's help.
After all, the other side had a lot of people.
"Alright, since you also think it's no problem, let's go!" Tony made the final decision.
Peter lightly jumped, using his hand to push open a ceiling panel. A folded set of clothes immediately fell out.
That's right, it was his suit.
A suit made by modifying old clothes and performance costumes from his school plays.
Peter used to be quite satisfied with it. Although it was a bit ugly, it was his baby!
However, after seeing Shadow Spider-Man's suit, he suddenly felt that the suit in his hands wasn't so great anymore.
Shadow Spider-Man's suit was also made from old clothes.
But his old clothes were his Uncle Ben's pilot uniform from when he participated in World War I. The performance and other aspects were very good, and it also had some bulletproof effects.
The most important thing was that it was very cool.
Putting on a cool black cape over the suit, in the mind of young Peter, this was simply the epitome of coolness!
Peter's daze made Tony think he was hesitating.
He quickly threw out a lure: "Peter, I'm serious about the September Foundation."
"September Foundation? What's that?" Peter asked, puzzled.
Tony said, "Simply put, it's an aid fund established for superpowered people like you. With this fund, you can get technical, financial, and other support."
Then he pointed at the baby-sleepwear-style suit in Peter's hand and said, "For example, this thing, I think it can be upgraded for you. You deserve better."
"There's such a good thing!" Peter was a little surprised. "What are the conditions? The fund isn't free, right?"
Tony nodded: "With rights come obligations, of course. As a price, you need to join the Avengers and become a reserve Avenger to fight evil."
"Why did it suddenly become so middle school-ish?" Peter complained.
Tony said, "I'm sorry, but I'm a businessman. I'm not good at using ideals to bind others. I prefer to talk about benefits."
"If someone sacrifices their own interests for the sake of so-called ideals, I'd just think they're a fool."
Tony shrugged and continued, "Actually, you don't need to think too much, Captain, Natasha, Banner... they all have their livelihoods secured."
Peter nodded, accepting it readily.