Catching a Turtle in a Jar

"Did he really say that?"

The S.H.I.E.L.D.. Helicarrier, Nick Fury's office.

After listening to his two subordinates report on the mission overview of the trip to the Egyptian Pyramids, Nick Fury tapped the table with his right index finger.

After a long pause, he finally spoke.

"Yes, sir."

Where is he now?

"At Jane Foster's house, they said they would wait for our news there, and they only gave us two hours to consider."

"What's the meaning?"

"He didn't say it, but the meaning was obvious. Jane Foster must know some people, and he probably wants to use those connections to get the Tesseract."

Natasha interjected.

In fact, she didn't really understand what Nick Fury was thinking either.

Thor's identity and power have been proven, and the Mjolnir that fell from the sky was studied by Coulson himself leading a team.

Thor has traveled all the way from Asgard beyond Earth to explain the impending danger facing the Nine Realms, but Nick Fury still clings to the Tesseract, which he can never seem to fully understand.

To paraphrase Thor's angry words, Nick Fury was far too overconfident.

Beckett was a "demon" that even All-Father Odin, feared.

What discoveries have been made in Ancient Egypt historical records?

Nick Fury chose to avoid the topic of the Tesseract.

"Yes, there are indeed some records of a mysterious Savior Cult."

"That sect was extremely mysterious. In ancient times, it often operated within the territory of the Egyptian dynasties, but later it suddenly disappeared without a trace."

"I suspect this Savior Cult is related to those two statues inside the pyramid."

Natasha explained her thoughts, "I've already sent people to search and see if they can find anything."

"I understand, you can leave now." Nick Fury nodded and waved for the two men in front of the desk to leave.

Is this overestimating one's abilities?

After Coulson and Natasha, his two capable subordinates, left, Nick Fury finally revealed an indescribable emotion.

It wasn't that he overestimated his abilities; it was simply that the allure of the Tesseract was too great.

Humans are prone to wishful thinking, even the king of spies, Nick Fury, is no exception.

The forces he can currently win over include the genius Tony Stark and the Hulk, making it hard for Nick Fury not to have some ulterior motives.

Oh, right, and her too.

Nick Fury slowly pulled a pager from his pocket and sighed.

Carol Vers, a woman.

The most powerful being Nick Fury has ever seen.

Even Thor, who claims to be from Asgard, never gave Nick Fury that feeling.

This is why Nick Fury lacks respect and faith in Odin, the figure Thor speaks of.

He, Nick Fury, is the king of secret agents who has seen it all.

"Beep beep!"

Nick Fury dialed the number he hadn't contacted in a long time, then turned his gaze to the window.

Was he wrong?

Was he not wrong?

Nick Fury didn't know either.

In fact, if it weren't for his concerns, he wouldn't have wanted to contact Carol Vers at all.

Earth should have its own protective forces.

And the Tesseract, in Nick Fury's view, is that power.

As long as it can be deciphered.

Nick Fury, who had fought alongside Carol Vers, knew that her power came from the Tesseract.

Universe, Xandar.

After disembarking from the spaceship, Beckett, surrounded by The Other, Nebula, and Ronan, ascended the throne that should have belonged to Nova Prime.

The Nova Corps generals, unaware of the truth, were filled with righteous indignation. If it weren't for Nova Plame and Roman Day holding them back, they probably would have pulled out their guns and shot Beckett, who was in the main seat, right then and there.

Humiliation, this is blatant humiliation.

For these generals...

"Ronan."

Beckett swept his gaze across the crowd below the steps, raised his hand, bent his index and middle fingers together, and Ronan, the traitor in Kree, responded immediately.

The murmurs below the steps suddenly grew louder.

Ronan, Kree traitor, is a notorious bandit who has repeatedly tried to invade Xandar and capture Nova Prime for over a century.

How did he become someone's subordinate?

And yet they're still so humble and subservient.

"According to the description, the man who stole the Cosmic Orb is currently on Xandar. This is his information."

Star-Lord's goofy face was projected from the communication device in Ronan's hand.

Behind Ronan, Beckett, seated in the main seat, glanced at the crowd below but found nothing unusual.

"Space pirates?"

Nova Plame frowned; she couldn't recall ever letting someone like that into her planet.

"Beckett, I swear in the name of the Nova Corps, such a person could never appear on our Xandar." Roman Day, standing beside Nova Plame just like back then, solemnly swore.

"Didi, notification, notification: A serious illegal brawl has occurred in the plaza of Block 36 in the East District."

"Didi, notification, notification, East District 36th Street Plaza..."

Roman Day's face immediately turned extremely ugly after he solemnly swore an oath.

The surveillance footage that popped up from the system showed that the person jumping around in the square was none other than Star-Lord, whom Ronan had mentioned.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Beckett, seated at the head of the table, raised his head, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Wait a minute, Beckett! We really didn't protect this man!" Nova Plame immediately stepped in front of Roman Day.

"Go, send someone to bring him to me, and bring back all those who had physical altercations with him." At this critical moment, Nova Plame, displaying her queenly aura, immediately made a decision.

"...yes."

Although sending members of the Nova Corps to capture a space pirate who somehow managed to sneak in was against the rules, she couldn't worry about that now.

She still vividly remembers the scene of Beckett's Energy Annihilation Cannon that annihilated the elite fleets of two great empires.

Xandar cannot afford to take that risk.

Therefore, the two people, one bear, and one wooden figure who were having a great time chasing each other in the square were immediately arrested by the Nova Corps.

Gamora, unable to resist; Star-Lord, bound hand and foot; a foul-mouthed Rocket; and a silent, wooden figure.

Where are you taking me?

"Listen up, buddy, let's make a deal. Can you untie this thing? I'll go with you and I won't resist."

Hey! Don't touch my Walkman!

Star-Lord, surrounded and trapped by the Nova Corps on Xandar, cursed under his breath.

What kind of troublesome task did he take on?