Why Not Pray?

"I only saw Him three hours ago, Director. I swear I'll never forget what He looked like." Coulson took a deep breath. "And you saw that little white cat too, Director. Could anyone really see a second cat that adorable within such a short time?"

"Indeed." Fury thought about it and agreed.

A cat that adorable was impossible to forget after seeing it even once.

And yet, He had appeared so openly.

He really was a true god, completely unconcerned with them, just as He had utterly ignored Coulson and the others before.

"Do you need me to make contact?" Coulson asked.

Now that they had found Him, avoiding contact was impossible. But it was dangerous too.

He wouldn't care about S.H.I.E.L.D. Perhaps He saw them as nothing more than ants by the roadside. If they dared crawl up His leg, He might crush them with a single finger.

Fury hesitated.

But in the end, he made up his mind.

"You and our Captain will go."

"The Captain?" Coulson raised his voice.

"If He really is a benevolent god, someone as pure as Steve might win His favor." Fury was taking a gamble.

Half of it was a gamble on his instincts, and the other half on his deductions.

According to Coulson's description, the other party had spoken gently. When He revived Jeffrey's daughter, He had even said, "The will to pursue one's wish is worthy of praise."

If He admired pure emotions and the will to pursue one's wishes,

then Steve really was the most suitable candidate.

At the very least, Fury couldn't find anyone purer than Steve in such a short time.

On the other hand,

he had always placed a certain amount of trust in Steve. He was someone who could create miracles, someone with a unique