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"Who are you?" Stark discovered that the person in front of him wasn't someone he knew. He asked with a somewhat serious tone.
At the same time, his right hand rested behind his back as he urgently activated J.A.R.V.I.S. through his phone.
Nick Fury noticed his subtle move but paid no attention to it.
He signaled to Daisy with his eyes, implying that as a subordinate, she should step forward and introduce both parties.
Daisy tilted her head to the other side, pretending not to notice. She was busy assessing the security measures of Stark's mansion. Unlike Iron Man 3, where there seemed to be nothing here and it casually exploded. However, the current situation, just after an attempted kidnapping, could be described as heavily guarded.
How did the Nick Fury from the original timeline enter? She couldn't quite figure it out. Did he climb up from the cliff by the sea just to show off? For the sake of showing off, he certainly goes all out...
Unable to bear Daisy's absent-mindedness, Nick Fury introduced himself, "I'm Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. I came here hoping you'll participate in the establishment..."
He was cut off by Stark before he could finish, "I have nothing to say to you and you...," pointing at Daisy, he continued, and she waved her hand, indicating that she and Fury were not together.
"I have nothing to discuss with you. S.H.I.E.L.D. can't afford me; leave my house."
Fury didn't turn around; he knew Daisy would pretend not to see if he did. "Agent Johnson, give him a demonstration."
Giving a direct order, Daisy couldn't play it cool anymore. She was a bit annoyed, "What happened to the principle of confidentiality? Is it okay to expose my identity like this? What am I supposed to demonstrate..."
"Anything."
Fury's gaze was fixed on Stark, who, in turn, looked at Daisy, curious about what she would "demonstrate."
Daisy looked around; a sofa was a big target, but cutting a sofa wouldn't showcase her abilities well. She opted for plan B and popped out her nails, cutting the nearby coffee table.
"Crack, crack," the table was shattered by her nail attack. Daisy blew away the dust, as if she had done something trivial, and looked at Stark with a calm expression.
"Is that a high-speed cutting machine?" Stark carefully examined. The table wasn't made of sturdy metal, but being cut silently and effortlessly made him believe Daisy must have used some advanced tool.
Fury was somewhat dissatisfied with Daisy's performance, staring at her with his one eye, shaking his head twice. It seemed like he was saying, You should have demonstrated that earthquake ability or the flame eruption during the fight with Storm is also good. Cutting a table isn't impressive; even street performers can do that.
Daisy gave him an annoyed look, and made the universal gesture for money, indicating, "The mansion is damaged, you pay for it!"
Fury immediately woke up from the showing off. Money matters could be settled later; the mansion was on a cliff, and if it shook too much, they might end up chatting in the Pacific Ocean.
Stark didn't catch the exchange between the two. After studying for a while, as a top mechanical engineering expert, he didn't see any cutting marks, but he knew about adamantium alloy.
Stark arrogantly deciphered their little tricks, "Is it adamantium alloy? This metal can indeed achieve this effect."
Fury glanced at Daisy, meaning, Your previous performance wasn't good enough; show him another trick.
Daisy sighed; she should have just gone back if she knew she needed to perform. Controlling gravity, she bent her left leg, stretched out her right leg, clenched her fists with both arms slightly bent, adopting the standard pose of a female superhero, floating in mid-air.
Flight had always been a human dream; being able to fly without any external force was proof enough.
Stark looked at his roof; it didn't seem like there were wires holding her up. He believed about 50-60 %.
Suddenly, an acquaintance claimed to have superpowers, and always having had them, made Stark, who held himself in high regard, a bit uncomfortable.
He asked somewhat casually, "How fast can you fly?"
Daisy glanced at Fury, who nodded, indicating she should tell the truth.
"Going all out, close to Mach 1," she replied.
Stark found his confidence, "My armor can go up to Mach 2. How high can you fly?"
Daisy chuckled. Despite his full beard, he seemed childish. "I know your armor can reach 10,000 meters, or even higher. But my limit is probably around 3000 meters; flying higher consumes too much energy."
By intentionally using the term "armor," she reminded him that one relied on machinery while the other relied on her own abilities, making them incomparable.
Proud as Stark was, he understood this logic but refused to admit it.
Seeing Stark's arrogance subdued, Nick Fury revealed a self-acknowledged kind smile, "Our world needs every bit of power to protect it. It's not just you who wants to save the world; there are many others."
"Think about what I said; we'll meet again," he added, signaling to Daisy that it was time to leave.
Daisy regretted her decision more now. She should have left earlier. Watching Fury show off with her powers was irritating, especially considering that if she wasn't present, he would have to walk back on his own!
Remembering Stark's mansion was built on the edge of a cliff, surrounded by his private land. Taxis or private cars would not pass by, Nick Fury leaving the mansion meant he might have to walk for an hour before finding transportation.
She sighed, opened a teleportation portal, and, pulling Fury with her, left Stark's mansion.
After three consecutive teleports back to headquarters, Fury massaged his old waist, looking pained. Daisy, expressionless, found Dumpling, who was still playing outside, grabbed the big cat's tail, and went home to sleep.
The timeline shifted to February 2008.
The heat of the presidential election enveloped every corner of the country. With Obama leading in the polls, Daisy received further praise within S.H.I.E.L.D.
McCain's lagging behind made Victoria Hand lose some face.
At this time, various unexpected events began to surface.
Daisy rushed to the ALS specialized hospital after receiving a call. The hospital's head informed her that a prototype drug had gone missing, and there were signs of a breach in the hospital's database.
Knowing about her remarkable background, the hospital head refrained from alerting the authorities until she arrived and could explain the incident.
In fact, there wasn't much to explain. The intruders boldly stormed into the hospital, took the serum, duplicated the computer data, and left without bothering to conceal their actions.
Everything was clearly captured on surveillance cameras, and there was no attempt at hiding their identities.
"What do you think?" the hospital head cautiously asked.
Daisy found it tricky. The captured people on the surveillance footage were not one or two but twelve. Armed with automatic weapons, they moved in an orderly and well-coordinated manner, clearly displaying trained professionalism.
The twelve individuals split into two teams, working quietly with clear division of labor. One team took the prototype serum, and the other duplicated her computer data. It seemed like a trivial act, and the leader even waved at the surveillance camera as if saying goodbye.
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