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It was during a war. One of the wars in the Middle East. A young man around his thirties was fighting against the Taskmaster. He was Nick Fury Jr. He was on the edge almost about to give up to Taskmaster. That was until Captain America was there standing in front of him fighting off the Taskmaster. The young man watched Captain America fight of the Taskmaster. Fury was slowly losing consciousness when Captain finished off Taskmaster.
When Fury woke up, he saw a few people staying around him all in white. There was one person who stood out from the small crowd. He has dirty blond hair and was wearing a light blue shirt and a pair of beaten up jeans three sizes too big. The blond man smiled and said, “Ah, you have waken.”
Nick sat up a bit and looked at the blond. He seemed familiar. Then after a few moments of staring at the man, he noticed it was Captain America, the man who saved him. “Yes, I’m awake. Thank you Captain.” He saluted to the Captain. He grinned his teeth from the pain of lifting his hand up from the bed.
“There there solider. You fought hard. No need to thank me, I was just doing what needed to be done.” He smiled.
Nick nodded agreeing to the Captain. He sat completely up on the bed. They two talked for a while until an older man came up to Nick holding out a cream color file with a few coffee stains on the back. The man was wearing a black jumpsuit like outfit. There was a silvery belt around his waist. Attached to the belt was a gun, a pair of hand-cuffs, a wallet like object, and a case with extra bullets. He walked up to Nick’s bed and placed the folder on Nick’s lap. Then he walked away without saying a word.
Nick looked down at the folder then back up at the man walking away. Captain America looked at the folder and grinned. He knew that would soon appear in his lap. Nick looked up and looked at Captain’s glare. He followed his eyes to the folder and asked, “What is this?” He looked up at Captain holding up the folder.
“That...That soldier is a folder.” He took the folder from Nick and opened it up. The top page had a large symbol of a bird with it’s wings spread apart. “A folder for a government agency for you to join. Trust me soldier, if I was you I would sign myself up for it.” He handed the folder back to Nick. “It’s nothing bad.”
The wounded man took back his folder and opened it up. He began to read the files inside. Every paper was handwritten in ink, stamped with the bird symbol, and signed. The last page was a questionnaire like form. There was questions about the other papers and personal information. The man skimmed through the papers and grabbed a pen from the small brown end table next to his bed and started to answer the questions. It took him about thirty to forty to finish the questionnaire. He put the pen down on the end table and placed the papers next the pen.
After a few moments of waiting, Nick Fury had another visitor. It wasn't the man who dropped off the folder nor it was Captain America. It was a doctor with a folder. The doctor smiled and said, “You are discharged. You may go back to your troop.” He looked down at his clipboard as he talked. He walked over the end table and picked up the bundle of paper and the pen. “Have a great day, Soldier.” He walked out of the room carrying the papers, the pen, and his clipboard.
Nick threw on the clean clothes that were sitting on the chair across the room. He changed from the hospital like gown to the black jumpsuit outfit. After he finished getting dressed he noticed there was a symbol that matched the same symbol that was on the folder he was given. He ran his fingers on the eagle symbol and grinned. Whatever he signed up for he just joined. He was spacing out in the room wondering if the papers was the same thing as the suit he was wearing.
There was a soft knock on the door. “Fury? It’s Agent Ross. Can I come in?” There was some silence before Nick went to open the door for this man whom he has never seen. He had the same outfit as Nick had on. “I’m your...I guess I’m your ride to S.H.I.E.L.D. I will tell you later what everything you need to know, sir.”
Nick looked at Agent Ross but didn't say anything. He just followed him outside and saw a black car with the same logo as on his outfit. "This is legit?" Nick asked.
Ross nodded and got in the car. "Yes, Sir." He replied waiting for Nick to get in the car. As Nick did Ross started the engine and headed to downtown New York. "S.H.I.E.L.D is not just a government agency it is an agency that controls and organizes the "super heroes" in the world. Saving people, making sure everyone is alive. No weird alien attacks."
Nick laughed. “Aliens? This isn't no Twilight Zone episode.” He turned to Ross, but stopped when he noticed Ross wasn't laughing. “Right, you were serious.” He looked out the window of the car. “Where are we going?”
Ross looked at Nick then back at the road. “SHIELD headquarters. You filled out the paperwork, which I find really silly. Why do we have to fill out papers to join SHIELD if we were asked you know? Next Director, I hope he or she gets rid of the paperwork. Everyone would love that.”
After the thirty minute drive to the headquarters. He parked the car and got out. “Alright Fury, here it is. SHIELD headquarters.” He said looking up at the rundown building.
Nick looked at Agent Ross then at the building. ‘For a somewhat government agency, they really need an update.’ Nick thought. He followed Ross inside the building. It seemed better inside than the outside. He let his eyes wander around from the walls to the ceilings and the paintings hung up. The paintings had past directors and agents. There wasn't many since SHIELD has just at it’s beginning.
Sure, it took years for Fury to become where he is now. With many other agents helping him get too where he is now. Without those agents he wouldn’t be there being a director.