vivid and chaotic. Fury found himself standing in the middle of a massive industrial factory, its steel walls vibrating as though an earthquake had struck. Before him, two colossal monsters were locked in combat.
The first was a dinosaur-like giant, towering above the factory's machinery, its powerful tail smashing through support beams like they were twigs. Its glowing green eyes burned with fury, and a circular emblem on its chest—a green hourglass-like symbol—pulsed with an otherworldly glow.
Opposing it was a grotesque, shadowy creature, its form shifting like smoke but striking with devastating physical force. The factory floor crumbled beneath their weight as they exchanged thunderous blows. Sparks and flames erupted around them as the factory's machinery exploded from the sheer force of their battle.
The scene shifted abruptly.
Gunfire crackled in the night, soldiers shouting orders as they fired relentlessly. Fury was among them, crouched behind cover, yelling for reinforcements. The shadowy creature loomed in the distance, tearing through the ranks like a force of nature. Fury felt a searing pain in his side and collapsed to the ground.
Another flash.
Someone—he couldn't see their face—was dragging him through the chaos, shouting something he couldn't quite make out. His vision blurred, his senses dulled by the intensity of the moment.
The final image struck like lightning.
The dinosaur-like giant, silhouetted against the backdrop of a fiery inferno, let out a deafening roar. The circular emblem on its chest glowed brightly, the light cutting through the smoke and darkness. The roar echoed, filling Fury's mind as everything faded to black.
Nick Fury shot upright in bed, his breaths quick and shallow. Beads of sweat ran down his face as he tried to steady himself. He looked around the darkened room, his heart racing.
"That dream again..." he muttered, his voice a mix of frustration and unease.
He reached for the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a small, weathered photo. He held it up to the dim light of his bedside lamp.
The photograph showed Howard Stark, his signature confident smirk firmly in place. Beside him stood a man dressed in futuristic, high-tech armor, sleek and radiant. The armor was painted in bold red and green tones, with glowing highlights. The figure's helmet, sharp and angular, concealed their face completely, (I will upload image here).
Fury stared at the picture, his brow furrowing. He tapped the high-tech figure lightly with his finger and whispered, "After so many years... that shapeshifter has been seen again."
He exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair as memories of the past began to surface.
"Howard Stark, my old friend," Fury said softly, his voice heavy with suspicion, "what things have you hidden from me? And why?"
He placed the photo on the table and looked out the window. The city skyline sparkled in the distance, but Fury's mind was far from the present.
The symbol, the roar, the giant shapeshifter—it was all connected, and Fury knew it.
"It's time to dig into the past," he said, his voice resolute. "And this time, I'm getting answers."