If Nick Fury had a heart to be broken then Jessica Drew would've done a great job of it right about now. He didn't though, he'd made sure of that a long time ago when someone else had fucked him over too much to ever fall so far again. That's what he'd told himself, anyway, and the only way he was able to push away what she was making him feel right now with her exasperation and that plaintive look on her face. Fuck.
"'Course it would," he said and looked away from her face, glancing at the trees along the path, the overgrown grass rolling away to a wrought iron fence. "But, the thing I've got to fight it's not-" Nick paused and shrugged, almost helplessly. "It's not something I can fight, or you can fight, or anyone can fight. It's because of shit I've done, and you can't fight the past when it catches up to you." Jessica, of all people, knew that one. You just had to take what you got and survive through it, that was really all you could do, sometimes.