Post by Bishop on May 10, 2006 21:09:45 GMT -5
Nicky Fury stands looking out at a set of moutains that travel far into the sun. Exhaling after a long intake of a cigar several coughs interrupt his gazing-or rather his ploting. "I should quit these damn things," he says snuffing one out with the back of his hand. It's then a newer modeled cell phone rings a bland ring.
"Renolds here," says Fury pulling out another cigar. "You're secure right. Yeah, I heard about Stamford. What did they expect. A bunch of suits hire z level heroes for a reality television show and expect them not to eventually cross some hard hitting types. They did what? Basically an ultimatum. Captain America. Quite possibly the dumbest and smartest thing they could have done for their little agenda. Ironman-this isn't going to be good. They have the biggest influence in the superhero community-if those two aren't seeing eye and eye...right...it's about to hit the fans. Superheroes don't need to be in the middle of the politics. Well, keep me posted."
Fury inhales the cigar and lets out a large cloud of smoke. For a moment, he stares into the fire in the cigar and losses himself in the dancing ashes falling from its end.
Captain America and Ironman. That'll spilt the Avengers down the middle. And the Avengers are supposed to be the elite. This is the worst part about America-everything gets divided into two chooses. Abortion rights. Gay rights. The War in Iraq. And now how a superpowered individual should be held accountable. Which they should be-but it's not that simple. If we spent all our time playing by the system...I don't suppose America would even exist.
Fury turns his back to the endless moutains and picks up his bag, and opens his phone. "I'm gonna need a lift."
"Renolds here," says Fury pulling out another cigar. "You're secure right. Yeah, I heard about Stamford. What did they expect. A bunch of suits hire z level heroes for a reality television show and expect them not to eventually cross some hard hitting types. They did what? Basically an ultimatum. Captain America. Quite possibly the dumbest and smartest thing they could have done for their little agenda. Ironman-this isn't going to be good. They have the biggest influence in the superhero community-if those two aren't seeing eye and eye...right...it's about to hit the fans. Superheroes don't need to be in the middle of the politics. Well, keep me posted."
Fury inhales the cigar and lets out a large cloud of smoke. For a moment, he stares into the fire in the cigar and losses himself in the dancing ashes falling from its end.
Captain America and Ironman. That'll spilt the Avengers down the middle. And the Avengers are supposed to be the elite. This is the worst part about America-everything gets divided into two chooses. Abortion rights. Gay rights. The War in Iraq. And now how a superpowered individual should be held accountable. Which they should be-but it's not that simple. If we spent all our time playing by the system...I don't suppose America would even exist.
Fury turns his back to the endless moutains and picks up his bag, and opens his phone. "I'm gonna need a lift."