DO NOT BE NICK FURY- A PSA brought to you by the City of New York.
Nick was well past the point when he probably should have stopped drinking. He'd been talking to some stranger for the past fifteen minutes and when he realized he had no idea what they'd been discussing he decided to show off his new arm. If a lack of self restraint was his first mistake, doing electrical parlor tricks was most certainly Fury's second. What should have been a lamp flickering on and off became much much more.
"Check it out, mother fucker!" Nick exclaimed before he pointed his fingers and popped his hand back as though he was shooting a gun. What followed was a mighty crackle of electricity, several screams, and a loud explosion as one hundred and thirty megavolts of concentrated power ripped a hole in the outer wall of Tony Stark's living room.
Nick stared at the gaping smoking gash in the wall, through which a warm sea breeze now blew, and downed the rest of his glass of bourbon. "Damn," he mumbled, shrugged, and then ambled over to the nearest bar to get a fresh drink.