It started when an alien device did what it did.
It stuck itself upon his wrist with secrets that it hid.
Now he's got super powers, and he's using them to fight alongside earth's mightiest hero's.
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On the S.H.I.E.L.D helicarrier, Nick Fury is standing on his podium in the main control center.
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On one of his holographic screens, he was looking over one of his old projects. A project labeled The AVENGERS Initiative. Within it, there was a small number of files containing information on different individuals. At the bottom of the list however, there was a file only labeled with question marks. Fury tapped on it, revealing a bunch of old pictures of what had to be aliens dating back four to seven years ago. Some of the aliens were the same as the ones seen just a few days prior.
Agent: Director.
Fury: Yes Agent Garrett?
Agent: I have a report, sir.
Not wasting time, Fury swiped on the screen, turning it off and approached one of his men sitting at his respective computer.
Fury: Have we gotten anything?
Agent: I'm sorry sir but I've tried everything. Our feed and satellites were corrupted by some sort of code near the end of the attack.
Fury: What about civilians? Some millennial must have been stupid enough to record the attack on their phone?
Agent: No, I've already done a complete sweep. Any recording devices within the area were scrambled by the same code.
Fury leaned in closer to get a better look at his agents computer, which revealed said code.
Fury: That looks... familiar...
Agent: I can get started on trying to trace it.
Nick stood back up.
Fury: That'll be unnecessary agent Garrett. I have a sneaking suspicion that the answers we're looking for will appear sooner than we think.
With that, Director Fury exits the room.
Currently he is now making his way towards the detention facility. Once inside, he immediately approached a containment cell revealing a restrained Psyphon, injured and stripped of his technology.
Psyphon: If you wish me to reveal the desires and whereabouts of my master, I'm afraid you will find no such luck human.
Fury: Trust me fin head, I believe you. I know your type, so unwilling to rat out your superior even when he beats your ass. But don't worry about a damn thing, we've got better uses of time here.
