The greatest use of this black egghead was just one thing.
Stirring up trouble!
Aside from that, to be honest, Lake had thought for five whole days and nights, yet still couldn't figure out what other uses Nick Fury and his S.H.I.E.L.D. could possibly have.
Forming the Avengers?
If S.H.I.E.L.D. had possessed even the slightest reverence for the unknown, they wouldn't have gone after the Space Stone. If they hadn't gone after the Space Stone, how could there have been a Chitauri Invasion?
Even if there had been one, they couldn't possibly have flown straight into New York City in an instant.
Destroying Hydra?
Heh.
Of course, without an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D., where would Hydra have come from?
Anything else?
Nope.
"Deputy Minister Edwin seems to have quite a prejudice against my skin color and S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Heh."
The corners of Lake's mouth lifted as he looked at the childish tricks Nick Fury was playing. "Don't bring out such elementary antics. My deputy, David Bass, is African American. As for your S.H.I.E.L.D., exactly who offended whom first?"
"That was many years ago."
"Is that so?"
Lake's expression remained impassive. "Sorry, but as long as S.H.I.E.L.D. remains alive, I won't be able to rest easy. Go back. In five days, remember to obediently deliver the Space Stone into my hands. Otherwise, if I come to take it myself, I'm afraid you'll lose even the last shred of your dignity."
Nick Fury's face was... too dark to tell what kind of expression he had.
But...
Nick Fury obediently left.
Heh heh.
So that was all in the past?
What was that supposed to mean? Did he want me to let bygones be bygones?
Speaking of which, when should I give S.H.I.E.L.D. that illusion?
Lake had targeted S.H.I.E.L.D. in the past because there were