Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Tri-Wing Building, inside SHIELD base.

Fury sat behind the desk, sorting and approving piles of documents, feeling very upset and angry.

Frankly speaking, although Fury is almost omnipotent and the strongest agent, he has always hated civilian work.

Although Fury is a very old man, sometimes he really misses the days of doing field work, but there is no way. As the actual biggest boss of SHIELD, there are some things that Fury must do.

Especially when he, as the person with the most actual power, faces the person with the most power in name.

Alexander Pierce…

Putting down the paper document in his hand, Fury pinched his fingers and sighed softly.

This is a habit he has developed over the years, or in other words, a habit he has deliberately controlled.

The Director of SHIELD cannot easily sigh in front of his subordinates. The Director of SHIELD must always be calm and composed. The Director of SHIELD must always anticipate the enemy's opportunities. The Director of SHIELD must...

He had shaped his own myth with his own hands, and now he was trapped in that shackles, unable to move.

Sighing should be done secretly.

But Fury does have a headache. There are too many things that give him headaches.

Such as Pierce, such as Hydra, such as the screening work, such as the matter between Captain America and Tony Stark, such as Roland who has been disappearing...

Dangdang~

There was a gentle knock on the door, and Fury looked at the screen on the table. Standing outside the door was none other than Alexander Pierce.

"come in."

"Fury, what the hell are you doing?"

Pierce looked angry as soon as he came in: "No matter how much money I apply for you, you will always be able to spend it all in the same time?

What did you do with all that money?

Can't I even know where the money is going? "

Pierce was indeed a little angry, and he wasn't pretending.

Fury complained to him about poverty almost every month, but no matter how much money came to him, it was guaranteed to be broken into pieces in minutes, flowing like water into the various messy departments of SHIELD, and disintegrating. Make all sorts of strange expenditures.

Normally, there must be no problem with the money and it can be checked, but can Pierce not know the problem here? He knew who Fury was when he and Fury partnered, let alone the cooperation over the years. Come down, some of Fury's "crafts" were basically taught by him.

"Easy, Whiskey?"

"Fury, I'm not blaming you, I... thank you."

Taking the wine glass handed over by Fury, Pierce's accountability was half resolved this time. He looked at Fury helplessly, and when he was about to speak, Fury preempted him.

"You know that some money cannot be spent openly. It can even only exist on paper or in someone's head."

As he spoke, Fury pointed to his bald head: "If you know a secret, you must protect it. The fewer people know about it, the safer the secret is.

Of course, if you really want to share the risk for me, I'd love to see it happen.

Regardless, you have the right.

SHIELD has no defense against you. "

Fury's words were not complicated, but he intuitively put the key to the problem in Pierce's hands for him to solve.

Pierce also knew that Fury was right.

Many of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s projects are not simply a question of whether they are legal or not. The responsibility is too great and unimaginable.

Of course Pierce doesn't want to share the blame with Fury, whether it's on the surface or in his heart. He just wanted to express his dissatisfaction today and strengthen his character.

You see, how much I care about SHIELD, how much I worry about the world.

"Well, I don't really want to know. It's better to keep those problems and troubles in your mind."

Lifting his finger, Pierce said dryly: "Next time, never do this next time."

Fury smiled and raised the wine glass in his hand.

Pierce nodded and left.

And this is still the persona he maintains: Look how strong I am on the outside, how easy it is to deceive, how easy to get rid of, and how willing I am to help you work.

This is me, Pierce, the hard-working Pierce.

…………

After watching Pierce open the office door and slowly leave, Fury drank all the remaining wine in the glass with cold eyes.

Fury likes to drink, but as the director of SHIELD, he rarely has the opportunity to drink.

Because at any time, he needs a relatively clear mind.

For example, right now, Fury is considering and weighing Pierce's intentions, recalling his expressions and movements, and judging whether he has discovered something or whether he is here to pry out some information...

no. He knows nothing.

It's still safe.

After Fury came to this conclusion, he sighed softly.

"The job of Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. is really not for normal people."

"……Ah."

After a simple response sounded in the slightly empty office, Fury froze for a moment. If he had hair, he would have turned into a hedgehog just now.

What is this place? The Director's Office at S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters! A place where even Pierce had to knock on the door to get in!

After only being stiff for a moment, Fury regained his composure, put the wine glass on the table, and sat back behind his desk as he usually did. Then he pulled the chair and pulled out two parts from under the armrest of the chair to spell out the A weird pistol comes out!

No one knows about putting this gun here. Although Fury himself feels that this is a bit too exaggerated and too insecure, he knows that it is necessary.

Isn’t this useful today?

Instead of shooting rashly, Fury just raised the gun coldly, pointed it in the direction where his back was turned, and kept it raised.

After three minutes, Fury saw a strange change.

His green plants moved on their own.

The finger on the trigger moved, and Fury believed he was right.

Just think I'm crazy, Fury thought, and pulled the trigger.

With a soft bang, the green plant was smashed, and a red and green monster "ran" out of the air next to it!

Wang Defa...

Just as he was about to continue shooting, the thing spoke!

"I am the chief! Chief, don't shoot!"

Roland? ! ! !

"Damn it...are you seriously ill! Roland!!"

"Hey hey hey..."

Familiar laughter came from under the group of things with extremely strange visual effects. Roland stretched out his head and raised his hand: "Hi~!"

Snapped!

Fury slapped the gun on the table, his temples beating wildly.

"How did you get in...Wang Defa!!"

Fury was about to step forward to take a closer look at what was on Roland's body. As he took two steps closer, his attention was focused on the group of things that were constantly changing colors. There was a sudden color change, and another thing stuck out from the side. A head.

It's also Roland's head.

"You, you...this is your true body!?"

"Hahahahahaha, I'm laughing so hard... You did that just now, hahaha... How did you get into Wang Defa! Hahahahaha!"

Within S.H.I.E.L.D., Roland's laughter echoed throughout the valley, echoing endlessly.

There's no way, who told him to have two heads? He has an echo of his own.

"Ouch, my stomach hurts. Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Here, here it is."

Roland ripped off the weird-looking thing on his body and threw it on Fury's table.

"What's this?"

"This is a gift."

"Gift?"

"Yes, a gift."

Fury immediately became alert.

Oops.

No way, something big happened again! !