During the Secret Invasion, the Skrulls used fear and suspicion to divide Earth's superheroes.
Dozens of powerful individuals fighting each other was a disaster-level event. For ordinary people, it was nothing less than gods fighting while mortals suffered.
Fortunately, the incident had been snuffed out before it could begin. The only issue left was the Skrull refugee fleet, somewhere at an unknown distance from Earth.
"...Talos, I got you an opportunity from Osborn. If you give us that fleet's coordinates, he'll spare your lives."
Obviously, Talos was still the leader of these Skrulls. If even his son could receive the message, there was no way Talos had not received it.
His son had been quite stubborn, preferring to condemn his father and every Skrull here to death rather than open his mouth.
Talos, however, was far more pragmatic.
"Can you guarantee it, Fury?" Talos asked, staring into Fury's single eye.
"I can guarantee this: Osborn won't kill you, as long as you tell us how you received those messages and give us the coordinates."
It was not just the fleet's coordinates. Talos had used a unique encryption technique when contacting Steve. Even A had failed to identify the encrypted messages, and Harry was very interested in them.
After staring at each other for a while, Talos gave a self-mocking smile. "But your guarantee doesn't mean much, does it?"
Fury did not respond. To be honest, he was very annoyed.
Talos had clearly received messages from outer space, yet he had concealed it because of his son. That did not sit well with Fury.
Discovering this matter early or late were completely different things. Without Harry Osborn, even if Talos realized the severity of the situation later, grew a conscience, and reported it to him, the outcome would have been entirely