Darkness is a harsh term don't you think? Characters: Nick and Alex Setting: The Cocoon Content: Nick Fury Summary: Nick needs a fortune teller
Fury had a bad feeling. It was a vague foreboding and he couldn't explain it, but it'd been getting worse lately. Nick decided he need to try and do something about it. He wasn't just paranoid; even though he didn't have any special fucking fortune-telling power, his hunches usually proved to be right. Luckily for him, Nick had access to someone who did have a precognitive ability.
Alex said his powers only showed him glimpses of the future but Nick had always been suspicious that the kid knew more than he was letting on. Even suspecting this, it kind of went without saying between the two of them that Nick would never ask. The kid could tell him whatever he wanted on his own, sure, but Fury had never gone looking for any future freebies. Until now.
He ducked into the hangar of the Cocoon, keeping his eye out for that goddamned pterodactyl. It liked to swoop down at him from the dark and even though it never really scared him, Nick didn't appreciate how hilarious his Caterpillars seemed to think the spectacle was. Assholes. He'd grudgingly let them keep the thing, but he sure as hell didn't have to like it. Now he kind of wished they'd stolen a dog instead, at least a dog couldn't dive bomb him from the rafters.
Neither Alex or the winged terror were in the hangar, so Nick headed for the gym. He hadn't found the kid in his bedroom and he'd been surprised when Alex hadn't been in the rec room attached to the t.v. and his x-box, either.
"Alex?" he called out, stepping into the gym. If the kid had left hte Cocoon, Nick would be beyond pissed off. Other than missions, Alex was supposed to be under house arrest for another week. It was punishment for the great fucking Dino heist of 2011. He'd grounded a kid for stealing a dinosaur, christ, Nick was starting to feel more and more like a parent to these kids every day.