Chapter 2: The Director || 1.25k

**WARNING THIS FANFIC HAS BEEN DROPPED AT 15 CHAPTERS**

|| Government conference room June 22, 21XX ||

"If we proceed with him, then in two years time I promise you we'll have a-"

"Alexandra, I think that's enough." The man was fed up.

They had been looking at prospective youths for days now and none of them had yet to fit the criterion.

He had a tall frame, a black eyepatch on his right eye and an M9 strapped to his belt.

Nick Fury was tired, and he was getting impatient.

"With all due respect, 'he' poses nothing but problems for us. I understand you see great potential in him, but all I see right now is a kid with subpar fighting skills and an above average intellect at best." The man spoke bluntly.

"But sir!" Alexandra attempted to argue.

"Dismissed."

"SIR!"

"General, get the fuck out of my goddamn conference room."

Nick got up as he spoke and walked towards Alexandra. The weight of his gaze alone made her feel nauseous.

"General. Can you help me understand what exactly you've been teaching these kids for the past three years?"

His words spat like venom as his patience grew thinner and thinner.

Taking a step closer he continued his rant.

"I pay you half a million dollars and you can't even teach a few kids how to use their quirks in a fight properly?"

Alexandra felt a surge of anger rising in her chest.

She had devoted her life to training these young heroes, and she knew they had what it took to become the next generation of legends.

She opened her mouth to defend them, but Nick cut her off.

"Don't bother. I've seen enough of your failures. You're no longer needed here." He turned to the door and began to make his way through the ship.

'Fuck, he's the last person I wanted to ask.' Nick thought as he walked past the rows of monitors showing the profiles of the candidates. He stopped as he arrived at the control center, where a young man seated at a nearby computer was typing furiously.

"Hey recruit." He called out to him.

The young man looked up and saw Nick Fury standing in front of him.

He felt a jolt of fear and respect. He quickly got up and saluted him.

"Sir!" He said nervously.

Nick looked at him with a stern expression. He was a skinny kid with glasses and blond hair. He wore a blue shirt with a U.Q.M.A logo on it. He was one of the tech experts that worked on the simulation program.

A well-dressed man operating on a computer stopped and looked at Nick.

"Yes sir!"

"Contact General Steele and tell him to meet me at my office, 1800."

"Right away sir!"

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Knocking on a large metal door, General Steele stood outside nonchalantly waiting for a response.

In one hand he held an overpriced cup of coffee with the word Nyck written on it, and in the other a file which read the words Q.U.E.S.T in large red letters.

"Come in." He heard a tired voice reply from inside.

Walking in, General Steele could see Nick Fury sitting behind a paper-covered table with five mugs scattered across it.

Each one was a deep black color annotated by white text spelling 'World's #1 Director'.

"Your coffee sir." General Steele spoke as he walked up to the table and handed Nick his coffee along with the file previously held in his hand. "

So how many have you got?" Nick asked as he opened the file while sipping his coffee with a loud slurp.

"His name is Logan." answered Steele.

"Just one? At least the others gave me options. What are you doing here, Steele?"

Nick couldn't hide the disappointment in his voice.

"Yes. Just one."

A smirk appeared on Steele's face.

"The only one we'll ever need."

General Steele pulled out a USB drive and tossed it onto Nick's table.

Sighing, Nick opened up the flash drive on his desktop, pulling up the file.

In front of him, hundreds of videos appeared on his monitor as he did so.

"What is this?" Nick asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Click on one." General Steele replied, unable to hide the smile on his face.

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Logan Howlett || 6 / 22 / 21XX || Search and rescue #015 ||

Gliding through the forest Logan was seen trying to look for a hostage placed somewhere in the surrounding area.

This was part of the training.

General Steele makes every cadet undergo a real search and rescue mission.

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# Police Report

## Incident: Missing Persons

## Date: 10/31/2023

## Time: 10:00 AM

## Location: West Virginia, Washington national forest

## Reporting Officer: Deputy James Carter

## Summary:

On 10/31/2023, at approximately 10:00 AM, I received a call from the washington natiol forest from Mr. Robert Smith, who reported that two screams could be heard in a campsite west of his staying. He said he was concerned for their safety and requested a welfare check.

I arrived at the campsite at 10:15 AM and met with Mr. Smith, who showed me the direction he heard the screams where the missing persons had stayed. He said they had checked in on 6/21/21XX and had paid for two nights. He said they were a young couple, a man and a woman, who had given their names as John and Jane Doe.

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'Just how big is this god damn forest. I've been following these footprints on the ground but they keep on appearing and reappearing'

The time limit for the mission was 72 hours and the forest measured to be a limited area measuring 6x8 km across. Logan was tasked with finding the hostage with barely any lead but these marks coming from the original campsite.

Logan did enjoy the forest. Birds were chirping in the sky with the perfect, and the air felt fresh on his hair, making it seem ever more relaxing.

Finally he reached the end of the trail, finding a cave entrance hidden inconspicuously between multiple Large Oak trees. Slowly approaching the entrance, Logan flexes his wrist to reveal metal claws on either side of his hand.

Inside Logan finds a man and a woman tied up both embracing each other in a somber slumber.

'Good, they match the report description, all thats left is getting them to safety and finding the perpetrator.'

Grabbing a walkie talkie from his belt, Logan pressed into it and spoke. "Logan to HQ, Ive located the 'lovebirds' tied in a cave northwest of main campsite with no signs of physical injury."

"Great job, return back to the campsite for pick up." a distorted voice replied.

"MMMM" two muffled screams entered Logan's ears as he turned back to the now awoken camper.

"Welcome back to the land of the living" Logan slowly crouched down and approached the 2 as he continued to speak.

"My name is logan, Ive been tasked with bringing you to safe-"

Hm..? whats wrong? Why were they still screaming?

Logan followed theyre eyes.

Behind me?

Turning around, Logan began inspecting the cave.

He could feel his instinct flaring up as he did so.

The cave was dark and damp, with stalactites hanging from the ceiling.

The air was thick with moisture and a faint smell of mutt.

The only sound was the dripping of water and his heavy breathing.

The walls, rough and uneven, with patches of moss and fungus growing in the crevices.

Yet to him only one thing stood out. 5 claw marks etched right near the entrance of the cave.

Taking a step closer Logan could see that they were fresh, still clean of any moss or natural corrosion.

And then it hit him, literally and metaphorically.

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Alexandra: "No YoU cAnT jUsT fIrE mE fOr DoInG mY jOb"

Nick Fury: 🗿

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