Great. Just great. Nick fuckin Fury. Oh this was the last person he wanted to see. As soon as the General stepped into the room Clint glanced over at the lamp set up in the corner of the room. Anything was better than eyeing Fury. Every time he looked at him he could see the gun in his hand. His mind was still mesh but he could still remember that day. He’d never forget it. He had to admit though, he was pretty damn curious about what the hell was going on here.