Nick Fury had not been back as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. for long. General Ross's removal from office had taken time, and America's rebirth from the ashes after its upheaval had required even more time.
It was only two days ago that Nick Fury had finally returned to S.H.I.E.L.D.
The mess General Ross had left behind was not actually all that severe. The greatest blow to S.H.I.E.L.D. had been America's fragmentation. Without a nation's financial resources, material support, and manpower behind it, even an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D. would be paralyzed.
"Fortunately, we still have Steve Rogers." Watching Captain America deliver an impassioned speech on the television screen, Nick Fury could not help feeling somewhat comforted.
Only someone with that man's prestige could pull a fractured America back together.
Everything now seemed to be moving in a better direction. Nick Fury had gained greater authority than before; he could even deal with those enormously wealthy capitalists who had seriously broken the law.
In troubled times, the power of the secret police naturally grew as well. Nick Fury greatly enjoyed the current state of affairs—no restraints, no political correctness, no messy troubles from white liberals. As long as someone was confirmed to have broken the law and hindered America's rise again, they could be thrown in prison, tried, and punished.
The feeling of finally being able to realize his ambitions allowed Nick Fury to vent the resentment he had built up over the years. The most stifled Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. in history had finally had his day.
Looking out the window at the clear sky, Nick Fury could not help sighing. "Ah, another peaceful day. It really is... Holy shit, what the hell?!"
A grotesque freak who looked ugly enough to star in a horror movie suddenly appeared outside the window. Gray skin,