A long time ago, we used to be friends- Characters: Nick, Contessa Setting: Some island in the Caribbean. Content: Nick Fury Summary: Nick has finally completed his super secret mission and tracked down the Contessa.
Madam Hydra was a bitch to track down, but she was pretty much a bitch in everything, so Nick wasn't exactly surprised that it'd taken him this long to locate his old flame. He'd found out fairly early on that she was behind all this shit and so finding her became his first priority. Actually, finding a cure was his first priority and he'd left the rest of the world in the charge of what he hoped were Stark's capable LMD prototypes. Which, from what he heard, kept fucking getting destroyed in spectacular ways but he guessed it was necessary artificial casualty. He couldn't go back, not until he'd found the Contessa.
Fury located the laboratory where the monsters were born and found everyone there already dead. Someone had had the foresight to wipe all the computers, too, so he was left with nothing to take back to the S.H.I.E.L.D. laboratories. He couldn't be much help there, he'd have to leave it to the scientists and geniuses and lab geeks like that fuckup Pym or Stark (actually, he was kind of wishing at the moment that they hadn't sent Banner out into space, but what could you do?) Fury didn't know the science, he just knew how to kill a man. It was a skill set that had come in handy more than once. Hopefully it would come in handy enough to convince Valentina to give him the information he needed short of having to actually use it but he'd been trying- and failing- to kill the bitch for years so he at least had to give the devil her due.
When he did finally find the shedevil, it was on a secluded and abandoned island resort in the Caribbean. There were no infected around, the place had a generator and a stock of food and fuck if she wasn't an opportunist. Nick was too, though, he couldn't have survived so long if he wasn't. At the moment he saw an opportunity to catch her off guard and damned if he wasn't going to take it. Once he arrived she was surprisingly easy to locate. He got his boat anchored in a cove and set out northeast, coming up to a cliff edge where he stopped and surveyed the scene.
There she was not far below him on the beach, stretched out on a deck chair in two piece getting some sun as if the whole world weren't going to shit around her. He might've laughed if it wouldn't have given him away. Nick made his way down and around to the beach, the sound of his boots muffled by the sand.
"Hey there baby," he said, cocking the pistol against the back of her head when he reached her. "You always did look good in a bikini."