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"I am Iron Man? You really think…"
The figure scoffed, voice laced with amusement and something else—something unreadable.
Before he could finish, another voice cut in, smooth yet laced with quiet confidence.
"You really think you're the only superhero in the world?"
It was Lemu, standing beside Tony, his expression unreadable as he continued the stranger's sentence for him.
The shadowed figure finally turned around, though his features remained obscured by the dim lighting. He let out a short, derisive huff.
"A man with no past. No records. No history."
"Six months ago, you appeared out of nowhere in Afghanistan."
"Before that? You didn't exist."
His voice carried weight—an undeniable authority.
And in that moment, Tony Stark had a feeling that this night was about to become very, very interesting.
"A few days ago, you and Stark personally entered a war zone in Afghanistan. Yesterday, you killed Obadiah and caused a large-scale explosion…"
"Don't try to provoke us. The only reason I haven't arrested you on the spot is because of my generosity."
The voice was cold, dripping with condescension and arrogance, as if offering a favor from a position of absolute authority.
"And who the hell are you?"
Stark reached out, instinctively pulling Lemu slightly behind him. Then, he stepped forward, placing himself directly between Lemu and the intruder. His posture was tense, ready to call his Mark Armor into action at a moment's notice.
The room crackled with the unspoken promise of an impending fight.
The dark figure stepped forward, revealing himself bit by bit. First, the glint of a polished, bald head. Then, a long black leather trench coat. And finally, a face half-covered by a sleek black eyepatch, exuding an air of absolute authority.
"I am Nick Fury. Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."
Lemu raised an eyebrow, then let out an exaggerated "Oh!" as if just remembering something. His voice carried a hint of playful mischief.
"So… did Coulson tell you about me?" He stroked his chin. "Wait, are you here to pay the copyright fees? I hope you brought cash. Anything less than a million, and I'm not interested."
Fury's brow furrowed. "This is nonsense. S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't paying you a single cent."
Lemu waved a hand dismissively. "That's fine. I'd actually love to be S.H.I.E.L.D.'s creditor. Imagine telling people—'Nick Fury owes me a million bucks!' Sounds pretty cool, don't you think?"
Of course, money wasn't the point. Lemu had just found it amusing to mess with Coulson earlier, and now he was running with it, seeing if he could throw Fury off his game.
Fury, meanwhile, was not amused. He had carefully crafted his dramatic entrance, built up his intimidating aura—and now this was what they were discussing?
His patience wore thin. "Enough. I'm not here to joke around."
With an exhale through his nose, his single eye shifted from Stark to Lemu, studying him like a snake sizing up its prey.
"Stark, I originally came to talk to you about the 'Avengers Initiative.'"
Stark blinked. "The what now? Some kind of boys' club?"
Fury ignored the remark and continued as if Stark hadn't spoken.
"But instead, I find out your idea of 'heroism' is letting a teenager pilot a war machine?"
His gaze snapped back to Lemu, sharp as a knife.
"And you—Lemu Echeverría. Where exactly did you come from?"
"Don't tell me you just crawled out of the center of the Earth."
The tension in the room tightened like a coiled spring. The three of them stood in a deadlock, none willing to break the silence.
Then, Lemu casually walked over to the couch, plopped down, and leaned back.
"No rush. Let's sit down first."
Lemu was the one to break the deadlock. He gestured toward Fury in an inviting manner before tugging at Tony Stark's sleeve.
"Relax, there's no danger. He's just a friendly, mild-mannered, and incredibly good-natured agent chief. Came all this way just to have a chat with us. The least we can do is offer him a drink."
As he spoke, he casually settled himself onto the couch.
The dimly lit living room fell into a momentary silence. The distant sound of waves crashing against the cliffs outside filtered through the glass walls, adding a subtle undercurrent of tension.
Nick Fury, for his part, seemed willing to play along. He wasn't here to pick a fight—at least, not directly. And even if he were, being alone in unfamiliar territory wasn't exactly in his favor.
Lemu poured himself a glass of water and took a slow sip. In the dark, his expression remained unreadable, his voice light but deliberate.
"Can I ask you a personal question?"
Without waiting for a response, he continued.
"Did something happen to your eye?"
Fury's lone eye studied him carefully, the silence between them stretching just long enough to be uncomfortable. Then, in a voice deep and laced with implication, he replied.
"Yes. I lost it during a mission… because I put too much trust in an immature teammate."
…Was that supposed to be a jab?
Lemu almost scoffed. No matter where Fury went, he never missed a chance to lecture someone. He did the same thing with Steve Rogers. Classic Fury.
If the man went on to say something ridiculous like "A single eye is a symbol of a man's resolve," then things would really take a turn for the bizarre—no, they'd take a turn for the disastrous.
On the surface, Lemu showed no reaction. His expression remained calm, as if he hadn't picked up on the subtext at all.
"Mhm. But actually, I wasn't asking about your eye."
He took another sip of water, then spoke with an air of casual interest.
"I was asking about a certain adorable cat. Word is, you own a big orange tabby. I like cats. Any chance I could meet it someday?"
Fury's brows twitched ever so slightly. His fingers, which had been resting on the armrest, flexed just a fraction. His tone took on a subtle edge.
"Where did you hear that?"
Why mention the cat? Could he possibly know that his eye was clawed out by a Flerken?
No, that shouldn't be possible.
The air grew tense.
Meanwhile, Stark, completely left out of whatever psychological battle was unfolding, sighed dramatically before throwing in his own two cents.
"You never told me you liked cats. If you do, I could get you a hundred of them. Every color, one of each. Maybe even a cheetah. I'm very generous, you know—I never owe anyone money, and I certainly wouldn't hesitate to give away a few pets."
A long silence followed.
Neither Lemu nor Fury reacted. They were too busy analyzing each other, weighing each word and gesture for hidden meaning.
For all his usual wit, Stark was very much not a part of this conversation.
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