“Nick Fury” Danny said with a smile, taking the general’s hand. “Great to see you again. You’re not really home until the man with the patch pays you a visit.” He quipped.
The last time he had spoken to Fury, Danny had turned down a request to join his new Avengers roster. Nick reacted a bit like Paris Hilton had, when Danny spurned her advances at an elite LA nightclub. But at least the general hadn’t tried to scratch his eyes out.
“I’m sorry about the way I left things…it wasn’t exactly my finest hour. Misty and I had a bad break-up, and I started having some health problems. So I figured the best solution was running away,” he lifted his beer and paused just before sipping “and it was, as it turns out.”
“I ended up back where I grew up…which is sort of in another dimension. Kind of redefines 'off the grid’.” He laughed. “But I’m back and in the best shape of my life, so it’s all good.” There was a short pause before Danny spoke again. His tone was softer, with an edge of concern. “Is it true what I’ve been reading about the Avengers? Because it sounds like they’re on the ropes...”