Shield

'It's been so long since I have truly been outside the sanctuary, but it looks like nothing has changed,' I think as I walk down the street. As I pick up a newspaper from a stand. I am greeted with the sight of Tony Stark's face and, next to it, the Jericho missile. 'So he has already been captured. That gives me a rough timeframe of what is to come. However, I am facing a problem. I have no legal identity. I asked the Ancient One to try and find my identity, but she came up empty. If she can't find my identity, no one can. But this may be a good thing. I have a fresh start, although it will attract some problems later on, so I should find someone to back me up.'

Sitting down on a nearby bench, it didn't take long for Magnus to find the person he needed: Nick Fury. 'He is my best bet. He will keep me confidential if I tell him the truth, and I can pose as a normal agent to Hydra. I just need to play my cards right.' With my mind made up, I walk towards the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.

As I approach the building, I rethink my plan. 'I'll ask to see the Director. I will probably get redirected to someone lower, but knowing Fury, he will take notice of my lack of records and meet with me directly.' Walking inside, I am greeted by the large eagle logo on the wall and a clean interior filled with people heading in different directions. Navigating through the bustling crowd, I make my way to the reception. As I approach the desk, I am greeted by a woman sitting behind a computer who looks up at me. "Hello, sir. How may I help you?" she asks. "Hi, I would like an appointment with Nick Fury," I reply. "Nick Fury? The Director?" she confirms. "Yes, him." "Okay... sir, just give me a moment," the receptionist says as she types into the computer and secretly presses a button under the desk. After about a minute, I see four men dressed in SWAT uniforms walking toward me. "Hello, sir. Would you kindly leave the building?" one of them asks. "What about my appointment?" I question, hoping Fury takes the bait.

In a floating airship, a man with an eyepatch over his left eye is seen in a control room, watching from the window down onto New York. "Sir, we have a bit of a disturbance in the S.H.I.E.L.D. building in New York," one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. members reports. "What is it?" responds Nick Fury. "Well, a man wants to meet you," the employee says. "And why is this important to me?" Nick Fury replies, prepared to fire the man for wasting his time. 'How did this man get this far if he is making scenes like this?' he thinks. The employee adds, "Well, sir, I wouldn't have said anything if not for the fact that this man has no public records. Also, it seems we can't track how he got into New York. He seems to have appeared on 177A Bleecker Street." 'Interesting, no records,' Fury ponders. "Bring him in," he orders. "Yes, sir," the employee responds.

As I am dragged to the front door, I notice that the team leading me out suddenly stops. 'It seems they have just got new orders.' One of the members turns to me and says, "Things have, "Things have changed. The Director will see you now." I raise an eyebrow in surprise but play along. As we walk back into the building, I can't help but feel a sense of curiosity mixed with apprehension.

We make our way through the corridors until we reach a secure elevator. The doors slide open, revealing a sleek interior with advanced technology. I step inside, accompanied by the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. The elevator ascends, but not for long before I am led to a helipad and swept up to the carrier. The Agents lead me off the carrier's top, taking me down as my anticipation grows with each passing floor.

Finally, the doors open, and I find myself in a high-tech command center. Various screens display real-time data and surveillance feeds. And there, at the center of it all, stands Nick Fury himself. He is a commanding figure, exuding authority and intensity.

Fury looks at me with his one piercing eye, his expression unreadable. "So, you're the one causing a stir in my building," he says gravelly. "No records, no trace of your arrival. That's impressive."

I meet his gaze, trying to convey sincerity and determination. "Director Fury, I have information that could be crucial to S.H.I.E.L.D. and the security of this world."

Fury narrows his eye, studying me intently. "You have my attention. lets talk in my office."

After some more navigating, I find myself in his office. Nick closes the door to his office and sits in his chair as he stares at me. "Speak."

Taking a deep breath, I explain my situation, carefully revealing only what I deem necessary. My mysterious appearance in New York and my encounter with Hydra. Fury's expression remains stoic as I speak, but I catch a flicker of intrigue in his eye. He listens intently, weighing my words. When I finish, there is a brief pause before he finally speaks.

"It seems you were dealt a bad hand Magnus, but what are you doing here?" Fury says, crossing his arms. "I want to work with Sheild to bring down Hydra," I respond, matching his gaze.

Fury nods, his expression serious. "We'll see. Until then, you'll be assigned temporary quarters and a handler. If what your saying about S.H.I.E.L.D being compromised then we will need you, and trained. Agent Hill will oversee you." As I'm escorted to my temporary quarters, I can't help but feel a mix of relief and uncertainty.