Chapter 143: Avengers VIII
The potion worked wonders on Fury, restoring him to perfect health—even healing his injured eye. The unexpected recovery left Fury amazed at the effectiveness of the medicine Dave had provided.
"You have a lot of things that could help a lot of people," Fury said as he approached Dave, who was watching Captain America and Hawkeye spar with their newfound powers.
"Or cause nations to wage war against each other," Dave replied calmly, his gaze fixed on the sparring session. Fury remained silent for a moment, acknowledging the truth in Dave's words with a nod.
"You're a dangerous man, Dave Garcia," Fury said, shifting his attention to the display of powers being tested before them.
Dave smirked, unbothered by the remark. "Dangerous to those who deserve it, maybe," he said with a chuckle.
Fury folded his arms, his tone serious. "You possess things that could easily make you a tyrant. History is full of people who couldn't resist that temptation after getting a taste of power."
Dave turned to him, his expression unchanging. "I'm no tyrant, Fury. I'm just a curious man fascinated by magic and eager to explore many worlds."
Fury studied him closely but remained unconvinced. "Still—"
Before Fury could finish, Dave interrupted, his voice sharp but not aggressive. "I know. Your paranoia won't stop you from having a contingency plan in place in case I go astray."
Fury raised an eyebrow, impressed but wary. "I didn't know you could read minds."
Dave chuckled again. "I didn't read your mind. It was just the obvious thing you were going to say."