As Gojo In Marvel (MCU)

(Attendance please…)

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The next day arrived, bringing with it the weight of a meeting that would, in some way or another, change everything for the Avengers.

It was the day they would decide their future careers, or more accurately, if they even wanted to keep their incredibly dangerous, world-saving jobs.

Yesterday, after Tony's visit, any other hero or person invited to such a game-changing, important meeting would have been a wreck.

They would have been super nervous, stressing over what to wear as if it were a wedding, agonizing over whether they should speak their opinion or if it was even allowed.

They would have replayed every possible scenario in their heads. And so on, and so forth, into a spiral of anxiety.

Gojo, however, did what Gojo always does. He spent the day lazily slouched on his couch, binge-watching a new anime.

He took Mochi for a long, meandering walk in the park. He ordered an obscene amount of sweets for dinner.

And all the while, the news played in the background, a constant hum about the upcoming meeting, about countries from around the world coming together, about the need to put a "leash" on the Avengers.

Of course, Gojo didn't really care. It was just another Tuesday for him, and that was the honest truth.

The Avengers as an organization had nothing to do with him, not really. If you had to push it, the only things that truly connected him to them were the facts that he was ridiculously handsome and, by a significant margin, the strongest person on their unofficial roster.

And, guess what? In a world with superheroes, there were also online power-scaling videos.

There were literally thousands of them now: "Gojo Satoru vs. The Avengers," "Gojo vs. The Hulk - FULL FIGHT ANALYSIS," "Could Gojo Beat Thor?" Most people who had seen the viral, if blurry, video of him erasing Sokovia from the sky a year ago knew there wasn't even a real competition.

But a surprising number of people online dismissed that video as some kind of CGI hoax, arguing that it couldn't have been Gojo, that the footage was too unclear to be believed.

The sheer scale of what was shown was, for many, simply too impossible to accept as real even though they have seen aliens pouring through the wormhole in the sky.

And so, the morning of the new day arrived. Gojo started his, as he often did, with some not-so-great, overly-brewed coffee and a plate of exceptionally great, sugary pastries, eating them together in a questionable but satisfying breakfast combination.

He had been invited to a meeting that, in his opinion, had very little to do with him.

But his overwhelming power was, in itself, a reason for him to be there, to present his point of view if he felt like it, to share his opinion, even though Tony and probably everyone else already had a pretty good idea of what his answer to the "Accords" would be.

And… of course to put a leash on him too…!

After finishing his breakfast, Gojo stretched, a long, cat-like movement, and let out a sigh for some unknown, existential reason. He then called for Mochi. He had decided that a change of scenery, a bigger one, would be good for her. And also, he wanted to see the drama unfold in person.

"Heiiya, Mochi!" he called out. "Come on, or I'm going to leave you behind!" As you can guess, Mochi wasn't exactly a trained dog.

Gojo had only taught her the basics: "hello" (which was just him saying hello to her), "sit" (which she sometimes did), and "come here" when he called.

That last one didn't exactly work completely, unless he had something for her to eat, and the distinct crinkle of a plastic wrapper as proof that he did, in fact, have treats and was not just fooling her.

Crinkle, crinkle.

Hearing the sound of the treat wrapper, Mochi came skittering out from the bedroom, her tail wagging furiously. Gojo grinned, gave her a treat, then gently scooped her up.

"Woof! Woof!"

With Mochi tucked securely in his arms, he warped.

One moment, he was in his apartment.

The next, he was floating high in the sky directly above the sprawling, modern architecture of the new Avengers Compound in upstate New York.

He took a moment to appreciate the view, then, with another silent, instantaneous warp, he landed softly right in front of the main entrance gate. He was here.

The new Avengers Compound, sprawling and modern, looked somewhat futuristic version. For Captain America and his new team aka avengers, this was now their home.

Gojo strolled through the automatic glass doors, Mochi trotting beside him. The main atrium was vast and empty, no one in sight.

Of course, "no one in sight" was a relative term for Gojo. With his Six Eyes, seeing through walls and across vast distances was as easy as taking candy from a newborn baby perhaps even easier, as babies could sometimes have a surprisingly strong grip. He got an instant, simultaneous snapshot of everyone's location.

In one of the residential rooms, Wanda Maximoff was staring out a large window, her expression distant, as if she were reminiscing about something painful.

On the bed behind her, her brother Pietro sat watching her, a quiet, supportive presence, clearly doing his duty as a brother, trying to help his sister navigate a difficult time where she might be tempted to make a bad choice.

If someone was trying to recruit a powerful witch for some grand evil plan that started with chaos and ended with a twisted idea of 'world peace,' Gojo mused idly, now would be the perfect time to show her some curated videos of global corruption and inept governments.

Boom, she'd be on your side, walking the path of evil for the 'greater good.' The first step in any "How to Recruit a Broken Ally" guide is to choose someone who will rely on you, and only you… unless, of course, the power of friendship intervenes and takes them back. Cliched, but effective.

In another designated room, Steve Rogers was on his phone, scrolling through news articles and comment sections about the Lagos incident.

The sheer volume of public opinion, the anger, the grief… it was all there in digital print.

Gojo didn't pry into the specifics of what Steve was reading; even he had a vague sense of privacy, and besides, he already knew the gist.

You can't really expect privacy in a digital world, my friend. You just can't.

Elsewhere, Sam Wilson, also known as the "bird wings," was practicing a speech in front of a mirror. He was clearly on Steve's side, no matter what. Maybe Steve is his secret crush, or his idol, Gojo thought.

Like one of those guys who dreamed about serving Captain America in his teenage years, like he was royalty or something. What can I say? Teenage hormones are a powerful thing.

Sam was probably trying to get his lines right for the meeting, likely having already gotten a heads-up about the Accords from his own friends and favors within the government.

And then there was Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow. Well, let's not get too deep into the personal life of a woman, it never ends well, Gojo thought, though he couldn't help but "see" her anyway.

It wasn't his fault; it was just what his eyes did. Woallah. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, taking a few slow, deep, centering breaths.

Then, with a resolute expression, she stood up and exited her room.

Gojo had already made his way far past the entrance, Mochi now off her leash, sniffing curiously at the expensive-looking furniture and polished floors. He saw Natasha coming down the hallway towards him.

"Didn't know pets were allowed in the big, important government meetings," she said, a small, genuine smile on her face as she saw Gojo and the trotting dog.

Gojo looked at her, his own smile easy and charming. "Well, no one said they weren't allowed, did they?"

"I for sure thought you wouldn't come," Natasha admitted, her tone a mixture of surprise and relief. "Especially to a meeting where the main topic is the government telling you what to do. Though, I'm happy to see you here, Satoru. How have you been? You didn't call, not even once." She gave a soft whistle. Mochi, excited to meet a new person, came running over, her tail wagging furiously. Natasha bent down to pet her.

"What is…," she gently lifted Mochi to check her gender, "…her name?"

"Mochi," Gojo replied.

The two of them began to walk down the long, sunlit corridor towards the main conference room where the meeting would be held. As they walked, Natasha asked, "So, who convinced you to come? I didn't think anyone could."

Gojo shrugged, a picture of nonchalance. "Oh, Tony came over yesterday, started saying something about the world, and responsibility, and a bunch of other serious stuff I didn't really listen to. Then, at the end, he asked, 'So, will you come?'"

Gojo sighed, but then he continued like not wanting Natasha to stay on a cliff hanger.

"I hadn't heard a single thing he said before that, and not to sound like a prick, I just said, 'Yeah, sure, I'll come, just text me the address later.' And then, boom. Here I am. Mostly for the government drama."

Gojo finished, like giving up and saying what else could he or anyone would have said at that time.

But of course he was just making this up1.

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