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When Danny heard a knock at his apartment door one late evening after time spent at the cafe, he was surprised. He didn’t know who would be at the door. His family and friends were states away. And, while he did make friends in New York, such as Peter Parker, he knew that they didn’t know where he lived. He supposed it could be a solicitor, but who would go five floors up in an apartment building to do so?
Danny knew he should just answer the door, so he paused his YouTube video and walked over to the entranceway. Honestly, he should have used the peephole, that way he wouldn’t have been so surprised. But, he didn’t, so when Danny opened the door to reveal a man with a black eyepatch, long black coat, and black attire with a serious expression, he was not sure how to respond. He discreetly was prepared to defend himself if needed, and he hoped it didn’t come to that. “Hello?” Danny said to the imposing stranger.
“Daniel Fenton. I’m Director Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D.,” He flashed some sort of identification card, “and I am here to gather you to ask some questions.”
S.H.I.E.L.D.? Danny thought, This better not be something like the G.I.W. Why do they even need to ask me questions? Danny, of course, knew the possibility of why but he just chose to ignore it. “What type of questions?” Danny asked warily with an underlying guarded tone. “And, what does S.H.I.E.L.D. even stand for?” he added.
“Don’t worry, you're not in any trouble. We just need to clarify some things.” Way to be evasive. “And, S.H.I.E.L.D. stands for Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.” That didn’t really clear up much for Danny, but he was glad the name didn’t have to do anything with “ghosts”, “capture”, and “experiment”. It was also then that Danny realized he didn’t have much of a choice than to go and answer the questions — he couldn’t really say no to the government at that point. And a few questions couldn’t hurt, right?
Danny sighed, “Alright. So, how do we do this?”
“We will need to go to a S.H.I.E.L.D. questioning sector and then ask the questions. It is very simple.”
“So we can’t do it here?” Danny didn’t want to give the agency the upper hand in case they turned out to be as bad as the G.I.W.
“Sorry to disappoint.”
“Two things before we go,” Danny said, “It’s Danny. And, I get my Miranda Rights, right?”
“Of course, Danny. Now, follow me.”
Danny reluctantly followed the Director down the elevator and to a car. It wasn’t the most discrete ride, per se, with all of its blackened windows and such, but it did get its job done.
They soon arrived in an underground parking garage somewhere in Manhattan. (At least that’s what Danny presumed from the shortness of the ride. It wasn’t like he could see out the blackened windows and his optimal position where he could see nothing.) Danny just wished that the ride wasn’t so awkward. He almost wiped out some puns and jokes, but from what he saw of the Director’s demeanor, he wasn’t sure if it would slide well. Once the car was parked, they walked through what seemed like a back entrance that led into some sort of underground facility.
Director Fury led him straight to a questioning room, where he was told to sit down at a chair in front of a table. The room wasn’t particularly welcoming, but it was certainly better than Danny would have imagined and has seen on TV. As the Director sat down across from Danny, Danny said, “So, Mr. Pirate, how does this start?”
When the agent scowled, Danny realized that probably wasn’t the best thing to say. But, the tension and silence were just too much.
Director Nick Fury then got straight to the point, “So, Danny, can you care to explain how someone can be dead and alive at the same time?”
“Shit.”