Nicholas Joseph Fury (furious_nick) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2010-05-17 17:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !complete, z: om1: character: nick fury, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: location: shield headquarters, z: om1: past character: justin hammer |
Sitting in your chair-
Characters: Nick Fury, Justin Hammer
Setting: Nick's office
Content: Nick Fury
Summary: An opportunistic salesman comes a-calling.
Helluva fucking day, that's what today was. Just one thing after another and the world was in chaos and he'd been tied up all day in meetings and on the phone and trying to figure out what the fuck had happened. What went wrong? And how responsible for it was he. Pretty damned responsible. Of course Nick could handle a bad day. Nick could handle the apocalypse, really. It wasn't like you could get this job if you let a little stress throw you off. But this was still numbering in one of the "worst days" categories of his life. They still couldn't trace the fucking signal- it could have been from space, it could have been from Earth, it could have been from anywhere. It was a headache. It was panic and Nick had to keep control and stomach the accusations and save the fucking world. So when you had the entire planet to fucking save, the last thing you expected when you walked into your office in the evening at the end of a long day was someone sitting in your chair, with his feet on your desk and a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Jesus wept," Nick muttered aloud, a scowl on his face. Justin motherfucking Hammer. That smarmy brown-nosing cocksucker. Blood in the water, and here was a shark sniffing around. Fury couldn't even begin to imagine what sort of opportunistic self-aggrandizing bull shit Hammer was here to spew at him. Who had even let him in? Sheila wasn't at her desk. Nick could only imagine; he'd probably charmed someone downstairs and strolled in like he owned the goddamned place. Justin Hammer. Nick sighed. "What the fuck do you want, Hammer?"