Chapter 20: Fury
Natasha continued leading Dave and his group through the SHIELD facility, her mind drifting back to when she kicked him square in the face. "He didn't even budge... like I kicked a wall or something," she thought, glancing at him discreetly. Dave walked calmly, seemingly unaffected, while a few SHIELD agents followed close behind, keeping an eye on him.
After the earlier confrontation, Fury had ordered his people to stay on Dave, even though Natasha knew it wouldn't matter. She understood that Trish, the girl with him, could take down the entire team in seconds if she wanted to.
Natasha stole another glance at Dave, her curiosity piqued. What is he? The man had just threatened to kill everyone on board, and she couldn't forget how easily he had handled her, as if it was nothing.
They arrived at a heavily secured door. Natasha stopped in front of it, her expression composed again. "We're here," she said, gesturing toward the entrance.
Natasha placed her hands on the scanner, and the door slid open, allowing Dave and his group inside. As Dave stepped in, his eyes were immediately drawn to the armed agents, all holding weapons that were clearly not ordinary. His lips curled into a smirk.
"I really wonder what those toys can do," Dave mused, his gaze locking onto the one-eyed man standing in the middle of the room—Nick Fury, hands behind his back, exuding his usual air of authority.
"Mr. Garcia," Fury began, his tone measured. "It seems you've had some... unpleasant encounters with us. Hopefully, we can smooth things out here," he added dryly.
Dave chuckled, eyes still scanning the advanced tech in the room. "I depend on you for that, Fury."
Dave's thoughts wandered as he took in the sight of the weapons, instantly recognizing them. "These are the same ones Coulson used to blast Loki... Already deploying those, huh?" he thought, recalling where he had seen those cyberpunk-looking guns before.