Welcome, President, to Another Inspection of S.H.I.E.L.D.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s base stood on a small island off Washington, connected by a highway bridge. From afar, the Washington Monument was visible.

The day was bright and clear, the sky a flawless blue without a cloud in sight.

A heavily armed convoy arrived along the highway bridge.

Dressed in a black leather coat, Nick Fury stood straight before the entrance plaza of the Triskelion Building, his eye fixed on the convoy approaching from the highway bridge.

Even now, he still had his doubts.

Could there really be such a coincidence?

He had been planning to gather the Avengers and use the Cosmic Cube to set a trap, inviting the target right into their snare.

Yet the star of that trap had come to the Triskelion Building of his own accord.

Was it a coincidence?

Or deliberate?

Or was he disregarding them, trying to give them a show of strength?

Nick Fury did not know, but this was just as well. It gave them the chance to put their trap into action.

The convoy stopped at the Triskelion's entrance plaza. The door of the heavily guarded black car in the center opened, and Evans stepped out from the rear seat. He wore a dark blue suit, his face somewhat haggard, with faint dark circles under his eyes and a trace of fatigue. Smiling, he prepared to approach Nick Fury, only to be stopped by armed guards for inspection.

The armed guards protecting Evans found two compact pistols, three knives, seven poison needles, high-tensile steel wire, chewing-gum bombs, lighter grenades, poisonous cigarettes, watch-mounted anesthetic capsules, a pocket-watch radar, a multifunction pen combining a gun and poison needle, a belt that concealed a flexible blade, and a whole series of equipment that looked dangerous at a glance on Nick Fury.

After all, as the