Whispering like it's a secret- Characters: Nick and Jessica Setting: SHIELD HQ then Central Park Content: Nick Fury. Sad Nick Fury :c Summary: FEELINGS. Which are foreign to Nick, honestly. Feeeeelings.
Just like a ripping off a band aid. That was a stupid ass saying and right now Nick hated it. He'd been rolling it around in his head, muttering it to himself all day, like trying to steel him up for something. Quick, easy, walk away. Like ripping off a band aid. He had to get this done sooner rather than later because he knew it it would only get worse the longer they waited and it had been weighing on him since the Museum of Modern Art. Maybe even before that. The more his sense of foreboding grew, the more he'd got distance, although it had been unintentional. Now he actually realized it and alcknowledged it but it wasn't making it any easier to deal with. Not when he had a thousand other things to deal with and this one shouldn't have even taken precedence. His personal shit shouldn't have been important, he was Nick Fury, he shouldn't have even had personal shit. Best just get it done and leave it at that. Like ripping off a bandaid, it'd be that easy, he figured.
Until she walked into his office. Until he had to look her in the face, Jesus Christ. "Hey baby," he greeted Jessica and it sounded hollow. He tried to think if they'd even talked since she'd walked out on him in the museum. Maybe not. That was all the more reason to do this, he had to do this. He couldn't do this. Eight- fucking years of life and more near death experiences than he could count and facing motherfucking Nazis and Nick Fury couldn't handle this one woman. Afraid, more like, but not afraid of her just. Afraid, maybe of losing her. How the fuck was he supposed to end this? Nick sighed and rose from his desk, avoiding her gaze. The office suddenly felt small and stuffy, the whole building felt like it was closing in. He'd been in this office for days, practically living out of it because lord knew he wasn't going home to his apartment with his Caterpillar team camping out there. He suddenly just needed to get out. "Wanna go for a walk?" he asked. Maybe a change of scenery, some fresh air, would get up his courage. He looked up at her again and frowned. Not likely.