Chapter 236: Parallel World II
Dave walked through the corridors of the Helicarrier with the kind of swagger that would've made even Tony Stark raise an eyebrow. Though cloaked in invisibility, he moved like he owned the place—hands in his pockets, a faint smirk on his lips, boots making no sound on the metallic floor. His presence was hidden, but his attitude radiated.
Steel walls hummed with energy as agents walked past him unknowingly. He weaved between them casually, scanning doors and rooms with flicks of his eyes. SHIELD's tech may have been advanced, but none of it could detect him under his multi-layered magic.
"Hmm... Command Room should be this way," he muttered under his breath, turning down a hallway that curved toward a restricted access zone.
As he passed through the final blast door—phasing through it effortlessly—he stopped.
There she was.
Sitting confidently in the command chair at the heart of the Helicarrier bridge was a woman wearing an eyepatch, short tactical hair, and a long black coat. Her presence radiated control and authority.
Lady Fury.
She was casually giving orders to agents, her voice sharp, composed, and commanding. Dave couldn't help but grin.
"Female Fury. Damn, she wears it better," he whispered to himself.
But before he could get closer, something twitched in the air.
A soft thud echoed behind him.