Is This Photo Clean?
S.H.I.E.L.D., Director's Office.
"I need you and Hawkeye to protect Tony Stark.
According to the latest intel we have, the Ten Rings has already sent a powerful assassin into New York in secret."
Sitting behind his desk, Nick Fury raised a hand and passed Coulson a file, his expression dark.
"Coulson, find this assassin as quickly as possible!"
Looking at the vicious-looking assassin in the file, Coulson gave a wry laugh.
"Director Fury, Mr. Stark has never been very friendly toward S.H.I.E.L.D.
This time, I'm afraid he won't accept our protection so easily."
Just thinking of their previous encounters, and the other man's dismissive attitude, gave him a headache.
With his back to the light, Nick Fury's eyes flickered. Expressionless, he tossed out a photograph.
"He will."
Coulson focused on it for a long while, studying it with the most professional attitude he could muster, but he still could not see anything significant.
"Director Fury, what's wrong with the orange cat in this photo?"
Silence. The atmosphere grew somewhat awkward.
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Sneaking a glance at it, Fury silently stretched out his left hand and covered the photograph, while his other hand busied itself under the desk for quite a while.
All Coulson saw was Director Fury's right hand shaking back and forth below him, bumping the desk until it began to tremble. At last, Fury's body shuddered, and he let out a long breath. With an expression like it was all over, he tossed a photograph onto the desk and pretended to be calm.
"He will."
Coulson: "."
Had he just repeated the same line from before?
Also, was this photo clean?
With a conflicted look on his face, Coulson hesitated for a very long time. Only when Director Fury had grown impatient did he dawdle