[DISCONTINUED] The Child of Hope (MCU x Male "Superman" Reader)

Project Insight

----- January 9th, 2014 - Triskelion, Washington D.C -----

"You just can't stop yourself from lying, can you?" 

Steve had barged into Fury's office. Fury was sitting in his chair, looking out the window.

"I didn't lie. Agent Romanoff had a different mission than yours," Fury admits, without turning.

"Which you didn't feel obliged to share."

Fury responds bluntly, "I'm not obliged to do anything."

Steve is now standing in front of a desk. Fury still facing the other way.

"Those hostages could have died, Nick." 

"I sent one of the greatest soldiers in history to make sure that didn't happen," Fury tells him, quickly turning to face him.

"Soldiers trust each other. That's what makes it an army. Not a bunch of guys running around shooting guns," argues Steve.

"Last time I trusted someone, I lost an eye," Fury mentions for nearly the fortieth time, he takes a stand before continuing, "Look, I didn't want you doing anything you weren't comfortable with.. Agent Romanoff is comfortable with everything."

"I can't lead a mission when the people I'm leading have missions of their own."

"It's called compartmentalization... Nobody spills the secrets, because nobody knows them all."

A sarcastic smirk forms on Steve's face, "...Except you."

"..You're wrong about me. I do share.. I'm nice like that."

Fury starts walking away. Steve follows behind him. They make their way to an elevator and hop on.

"Insight bay," Fury says.

An AI from the elevator can be heard replying, "Captain Rogers does not have clearance for Project Insight."

"Director override. Fury, Nicholas J." 

"Confirmed."

The elevator begins it's descent. Fury leans against a rail on the back wall, as Steve leans on the right. It's very quiet.

Steve breaks the silence, "You know, they used to play music."

"Yeah..," Fury lets out a chuckle, "My grandfather operated one of these things for 40 years. Granddad worked in a nice building. Got good tips. He'd walk home every night, a roll of ones stuffed in his lunch bag. He'd say, 'Hi.' People would say, 'Hi' back. Time went on, the neighborhood got rougher. He'd say, 'Hi.' They'd say, 'Keep on steppin.' Granddad got to gripping that lunch bag a little tighter."

"Did he ever get mugged?," Steve asks, genuinely curious.

Fury nods, "Every week some punk would say, 'What's in the bag?'" 

"What would he do?"

"He'd show them. Bunch of crumpled ones, and a loaded .22 Magnum," Fury tells him, "Yeah, Granddad loved people. But he didn't trust them very much."

Fury turns behind him as the Insight Bay can be seen through the glass, "Yeah, I know. They're a little bit bigger than a .22. This is Project Insight. Three next-generation helicarriers synced to a network of targeting satellites. Once we get them in the air, they never need to come down. Continuous sub-orbital flight, courtesy of our new repulsor engines."

The Helicarriers were massive. A bunch of people were running around the place working on them. Turret-like guns were placed along the underside of each one of them.