Chapter 13

"Wait, Fury's going to come here?! Well…. Now that I think about it, I fired a huge laser into the atmosphere. Wasn't the brightest idea I guess. Hey, it's only been like half a day since I got into this world. I'm still assimilating with both Artoria's memories and feelings. Give it a day and I probably won't be myself anymore. Not that that's a bad thing, it's just that I wanted to experience all this while I'm still her or me."

As I lay back into the grass I look up into the sky, wondering how exactly I am going to interact with S.H.I.E.L.D and the World Security Organization. It won't be too hard, all I have to do is talk with Fury and try to not interact that much with the World Security Organization since Hydra has yet to be outed. 

"Is there a way to out Hydra early? What do you think Raphael?" 

[ The outing of the organization Hydra would be quite difficult to accomplish. Hydra was extremely secretive, using deception and manipulation to maintain their cover within S.H.I.E.L.D. With the evidence you have now it would be difficult to fully expose them quickly. Even with information about Arnim Zola, waiting until Project Insight after the battle of New York might be the best opportunity to expose them. With Arnim Zola's algorithm. ]

That does make the most sense for when I would have the most evidence to out Hydra. With not only S.H.I.E.L.D. starting to investigate them. But things like the "GH-325" serum being created, I could plant seeds of doubt and get S.H.I.E.L.D. to realize Hydra is still around.

"But there has to be a way to expose them even earlier right? With the mentioning of Arnim Zola, the Winter Soldier Program, and Camp Lehigh, could that be enough? But talking about them now with no connections to S.H.I.E.L.D will just make them suspicious of me. Nick wouldn't trust me if I started talking about secret programs with no background."

[ I could be able to help with that. If I was able to have access to any S.H.I.E.L.D. databases I would be able to find all of the Hydra agents and send anonymous tips to Fury and his trusted agents to convince him to investigate.] My eyes widened at that. 

"You can do that? Oh, right, you are basically the most advanced AI ever. Probably even more advanced than that. You think once I become friends with the Avengers I could get Tony Stark to make you a body like Visions? That would be neat….. Wake me when Camelot is built, I'm going to take a nap. " 

I close my eyes, falling asleep. The surrounding tree's limbs sway in the comforting breeze. The warmth of the sun shining on me feels like a warm blanket. The animals around me are singing and curious. It's the perfect day to fall asleep too.

[ Yes, that would be neat. ] 

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Nick Fury's POV

Nick Fury sat at his desk, staring down at the Mountain of paperwork stacked before him. The single eye, that had stared down alien invasions and secret world wars, now glared at a budget report titled, Quarterly Expenditures for Strategic Defense. Somewhere in the cosmos, Fury was certain, the gods were laughing at him.

He flipped the page with all the enthusiasm of a man folding laundry. "$43 million on jets we blew up in a week. Great. That's my legacy." He muttered, picking up another report. "And what genius requisitioned $10,000 worth of coffee pods? We're supposed to be protecting the planet, not caffeinating it."

The door creaked open, and Phil Coulson stepped in, looking every bit as calm and professional as ever, holding his ever-present tablet. Fury didn't even glance up.

"Unless you're here to tell me Tony Stark finally stopped being a pain in my ass, Coulson, make it quick."

"Sorry, sir. Stark's still Stark," Coulson replied, closing the door behind him. "But I thought you'd want to know—we've had some reports of… unusual activity in the United kingdom."

Fury set the papers down and leaned back in his chair, folding his hands. "Unusual like Bigfoot, or unusual like 'the last time we ignored something in a blockbuster, a supposedly Kree tourist threw her glowing hands into a Skrull's face'?"

"Closer to the Glowing Hands," Coulson admitted, stepping forward and placing the tablet on Fury's desk. On it was a grainy photo of an armored figure standing on the side of the road. Another was of what looks like a grave in some ruined church, flowers of all colors on top of it, and a sign talking about King Arthur being buried there. "Locals are calling it a mythological being. Some are claiming it's a god. And before you ask—no, it's not aliens."

Fury raised an eyebrow, leaning forward to study the photo. "We've been down this road before, Coulson. If it's not Aliens, it's mutants. If it's not mutants, it's some wannabe maniac with a glow stick and an ego."

Coulson allowed himself a small smile. "I thought that too. But this… doesn't fit the usual profile. There's no portal, no magic cube, and so far, no one's dead. Just an armored being, and a lot of confused Britain's."

Fury rubbed the bridge of his nose. "So what you're telling me is we've got a glowing mystery on our hands, and I'm supposed to drop everything and deal with it."

"Well, sir," Coulson replied, his tone deadpan. "You could always delegate. Maybe give the paperwork to someone who isn't the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Fury shot him a look. "You volunteering, Coulson?"

Coulson's expression didn't waver. "Not even a little."

Fury sighed, rising from his chair. He grabbed his leather trench coat from the back of his chair, throwing it over his shoulders like a reluctant superhero heading into battle. "Fine. Let's go see what's going on in the middle of nowhere. But if this turns out to be some idiot with some armor and a lot of gardening expertise, you're doing my paperwork for a month."

"Deal," Coulson said without hesitation. "But if it's a god, I get to take the lead on the briefing."

"You just want to meet a god."

Coulson smiled faintly. "Wouldn't you?"

Fury stopped by the door, glancing back at the stack of paperwork on his desk with distaste. "If I don't come back, burn all of that. Tell them it was Hydra."

And with that, Fury strode out, Coulson following close behind.

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Artoria's POV

[ Oh No, all of your save data for Fate Grand Order was just deleted. All of your waifus are disappearing. ]

My body jolts awake, eyes shooting open. "NO, STOP, don't leave me!" I realize that I am not in my old room. Remembering where I am, that must have been Raphael.

"Why did you do that to me Raphael, you almost gave me a heart attack! Why didn't you wake me up like normal?" I sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

[ I tried waking you up 37 different ways before I had to resort to that method. But you stayed asleep for 30 more minutes after Camelot was complete. ]

My still half tired eyes move to look at the completed Camelot. The white of the city looks like it's glowing from the sun shining on it. "It's beautiful, it looks even better than the one that I remember from my time as King." 

As I stand, I pick up Rhongomyniad next to me. I then let it spiritualize next to me as I look on to my Kingdom with a small smile. "Let's go home, Raphael"