Nicholas Joseph Fury (furious_nick) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2010-03-13 19:46:00 |
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A warning to the liar, the prophet, the honest.
Characters: Nick, Wanda, Cap, Tony, Clint
Setting: Avengers Tower
Content: Nick Fury
Summary: Chocobear comes bearing bad news. Wanda doesn't take it well.
Nick stopped the video and stepped back, surveying the room with a surprisingly stoic expression given the circumstances. He'd just shown the Avengers the security footage from the day before. Footage which showed Quicksilver in a rendezvous with his father, known mutant supremacist and Brotherhood leader Magneto. The video, coupled with evidence and reports he'd received in the past few days, was irrefutable. It was also a god damned shame, but Nick wasn't exactly surprised. Fury wasn't naive enough to believe that the ex-terrorist had fully disavowed his former beliefs. Even if he did not have faith in his father, he'd at least had faith in the ideals, and his recent behavior only proved that fact. Though he doubted the man, he was loyal to the cause.
Sometimes Nick wondered if Pietro really did doubt the man. It was twisted, the way the bastard manipulated his children. Berated and tortured them. Kept the loyalty of one and estranged the other. But Nick couldn't feel particularly sorry for Pietro at the moment. Not when he'd been involved in a riot. Not when he'd set a bomb meant to kill a proponent of registration and his family. Not when Quicksilver was now officially a terrorist once again. Nick had come here to make sure the Avengers weren't behind this, that they hadn't sent Pietro into Genosha as a spy. If that were the case, then it was under Cap's jurisdiction and Fury would obligingly get rid of all evidence of Pietro's defection. This became S.H.I.E.L.D.'s problem if Pietro really was working for the Brotherhood again and all ties of equanimity and past friendship aside, Fury would take down a mother fucking terrorist.
"So," Nick began, addressing the room at large. He was paused in his speech by a voice, low and obstinate. He swiveled around to meet Wanda's glare.
"No, it's not true," she said stubbornly. Nick dropped his shoulders and sighed. Of course she wasn't going to accept it. Of course she didn't want to believe that her brother had essentially abandoned her for that sick abusive motherfucker they called "father". He felt a pang of sympathy for her, but she needed to realize the honest facts. Nick hoped that her fellow Avengers were not so willful on the issue. Barton, Fury had never pegged as a very trusting guy in the first place and Cap had enough common sense to accept even a difficult truth. Stark was rational, when he had to be. Still, there was Wanda to contend with.
"Wanda-" he said, his tone firm but reasonable. "The evidence-" he froze when she stood and took a step towards him. Her eyes were wild. She looked sick, pale, unhinged. "Wanda," he began again, his voice a warning now.
"No!" she snapped savagely, "No! It's not true!" Wanda took another step towards Nick who held up his hands defensively. "Pietro wouldn't do this to me. Something is wrong. Something is really wrong with this. It could be anybody-"
"Wanda, it's your brother-" Nick interrupted but she shook her head, vehement. "You've done this to me before, with my son-"
"He's not your son!" Nick cut her off once more and Wanda raised a finger accusingly, pointing it at him. They were both startled when the window behind him shattered inwards, spraying the floor at his feet with glass. Nick couldn't help but note the look of surprise on her face as she stared from her glowing fingertip to the broken window. There were rumors that Wanda had somehow been responsible for the sentient Iron Man, but Nick had discredited them as someone covering for Tony's technodrug addiction. It looked as though there might be some credibility to it after all.
Wanda made an unconscious movement backwards, but not before Nick closed the gap between them, lunging forward and grabbing her wrists to hold them still. Her temper was nothing new to him, but that little slip of power was. Nick couldn't afford to end up spontaneously combusted, a spot of ash on the nice clean floor. So he held onto her hands, those perilous weapons, and he didn't care what the others thought. How could they blame him when she'd just shattered the god damn window. Nick's fingers clasped around her wrists in a grip like iron. She seemed too stunned to struggle and just stared at him, her eyes wide with anger and pain and defeat. A flicker of guilt assaulted him to see her gaze at him that way, but he couldn't loosen his hold when there was a risk of bodily harm.
"Wanda, honey, you've got to calm your ass down," he murmured and she responded weakly, "But Pietro wouldn't..." She looked so pitiful but Nick pressed his lips in a hard frown.
"But he did!" he retorted forcefully, "There's other proof, Wanda!" She was being mulish and Fury had not come here looking for a fight.
"No!" Wanda exclaimed with renewed fervor. "No! No! No! It's not true!" Goddammit, Fury didn't want to deal with this and he was losing his patience and any moment he could explode or be turned into a cat or any number of weird shit she might accidentally do in the heat of the moment. "He's a mother fucking terrorist! He was a mother fucking terrorist before and he's a motherfucking terrorist again!" Nick barked and Wanda stared at him as though he'd slapped her. When she wrenched her arms back he finally let her go and she fled out of the common room and up the stairs.
When she was gone Nick shook his head and fell heavily into the chair she'd just vacated. "I'm guessing he wasn't sent over as a spy, then," he mumbled and glanced at Cap before pressing his hand against his face. That certainly wasn't how this meeting was supposed to go.