Nick Fury

The was no need to study Marvel information, Daisy obviously knew him, it's Nick Fury, the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D. "How did this guy find me?"

"Could it be that I've been too active recently and caught the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D.?" She didn't think so.

Subconsciously, she made a defensive move, her seismic powers already poised to strike.

Fury acted as if he hadn't noticed her wariness, gesturing to a house nearby. "That guy inside has taken eleven lives. Can someone like that be trusted?"

Daisy was a bit unsure of his intentions now, and she also didn't know if Fury had heard her conversation with the other two. If he had, he'd know about her abilities; if not, he wouldn't...

Does he actually know or not? She wanted to observe Fury's expression, but all she saw was a face so dark it blended into the night, making it impossible to read!

Daisy didn't directly answer the question. She believed Fury had his own judgment and countered, "Who are you? What do you want with me?"

"I'm Nick Fury, from S.H.I.E.L.D. I've come to find you because you're talented and shouldn't be wasting yourself in this place."

Daisy humorously gestured towards James's house, teasing, "Sounds a lot like the lines I used to persuade that guy earlier. Can't you come up with something different?"

Nick Fury didn't fall for it. He neither asked what was said before nor denied anything. He smoothly changed the subject, "We are a global organisation, and we have news about your parents."

Daisy was utterly uninterested in her parents. That's how she felt, and that's what she said. "Not interested."

Fury wasn't surprised by her refusal. Even an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, let alone a man in his thirties like Tony Stark, would look disdainful when it came to parents.

Even though they cared in their hearts, all they showed on the surface was defiance and resentment. Embracing the path their parents took was seen as being soft and submissive, while scorn for parents was considered the behaviour of a true man. It had become a social issue for a whole generation, and Fury thought Daisy might be in the same situation.

"We have some information about your parents. You're talented. You should receive more education instead of diving into the business world prematurely. That would erode your potential."

Fury's words made Daisy ponder. It didn't seem like they wanted her to become an Avenger or an agent. Instead, they seemed to be suggesting she should go to school.

She didn't mind learning more. Her brain had been enhanced, and her learning abilities had greatly improved. She had already self-studied a bit of quantum mechanics in her dizzy state, and if someone taught her, she would grasp it even faster.

"I know you're at that age—rebellious, proud, looking down on academia. But as an elder, I must advise you, gaining more knowledge is beneficial." Nick Fury continued to persuade.

Daisy scratched her head. "Are you suggesting I go to a certain university?"

Nick Fury shook his head first, then nodded. "S.H.I.E.L.D. has its own academy where you can learn anything you want. However, it won't be publicly acknowledged. I assume you're not planning on going out and job hunting, are you?"

Daisy agreed with this notion. Working a regular job wasn't feasible! The diploma from S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't be recognised. When the original timeline's Maria Hill faced unemployment after S.H.I.E.L.D.'s dissolution, she had to rely on connections in Stark's Human Resources department. This situation was indicative of the reality.

Just like how she treated James earlier, Fury handed her a magnetic card. "Your identity information is in here. If you're interested, you can apply within a month. As for the specific location of the academy, you'll need to find that yourself."

A clear attempt to provoke her, it seemed that Fury believed young people would fall for this tactic, making them more willing to bite.

Still, Daisy accepted the card. She examined it front and back, but there were no instructions, no specialised card reader needed. Even if she lost it, it wouldn't be a major loss.

"Just for studying? No spy work?" she tentatively asked.

Fury snorted. "We don't just train spies. Maintaining world peace involves many aspects. Your concerns are unnecessary."

Daisy was a bit skeptical, but after observing him for a while, the dark of the night coupled with Fury's black face made it impossible to discern any expression. The inner world of the King of Spies remained as steady as solid steel; it was beyond what her half-baked probing could perceive.

After thinking for a moment, she asked an awkward question, "About tuition fees...?"

Fury stared at her with his lone eye, taking a good while to understand her meaning. He wordlessly nodded in confirmation, "Tuition will be waived."

Daisy was elated. University tuition was expensive, and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s expenses were undoubtedly even higher. Despite her attempts to hype up James earlier, she still doubted her own sales ability. Even if you had amazing data, it was pointless if no one used it.

In truth, she was quite impoverished.

She intended to ask if room and board were also covered. Her current food expenses were a source of concern.

But her body was like a bottomless pit, absorbing whatever she ate. Ever since gaining her powers, she hadn't felt truly full. It was a shame for a transmigrator.

Seeing her embarrassment, Fury added another incentive, "Room, board, firearms, protective gear—everything will be provided for free. The most professional training methods, the most authoritative scientific guidance, and we can even give you a car."

Daisy's eyes brightened. She looked at her worn-out Ford; if they provided a new car, could she sell this one?

However, she didn't abandon her sense of caution. "With all these benefits, what do you need me to do?"

"When the time comes, you'll serve S.H.I.E.L.D."

"What exactly does that involve? How long do I need to serve?"

"All sorts of tasks—providing intelligence, personnel cover, gathering information, analysis, first aid, and more. Serve until you believe you've repaid what S.H.I.E.L.D. has given, and then you can leave."

The two exchanged a few quick sentences. This condition was quite flexible, with no obligatory tasks and no fixed time limit.

"First aid?..." Daisy quickly caught on. "Oh, so that's what it's about. Frank and you talked about me, right? I think I treated him once."

Fury nodded. "He's my comrade. From a personal standpoint, I'm grateful you saved him."

"Are you really good friends?" Daisy asked curiously.

"Comrades and friends—those you can entrust your life to."

Daisy clenched her fist against her palm. "That's great. I spent some money on treating him earlier and left some money for his recovery. Do you think this money...?"

Fury was dumbfounded. He truly had no idea how much money Daisy had spent on treating Frank. As for the supposed "sum of money" left behind, as someone who dealt with billions or even tens of billions on a daily basis, the numbers he could think of were all quite substantial.