"Are you fucking insane? Or do you want me to send you before a military tribunal on charges of crimes against humanity and war crimes, then personally watch you get hanged at Guantanamo?!"
President Matthew Ellis's voice had been completely distorted by extreme rage, filled with the fury of someone who wished he could crawl through the phone line and strangle him.
"Do you know what you've done? Do you know how many people you've killed because of your stupidity, madness, and unbelievably arrogant idiocy? Do you know how massive the losses are, and what irreparable international consequences you've caused?!"
"Uh, what?" Nick Fury's ears rang from the barrage of abuse, and he was completely dumbfounded.
Instinctively, he moved the receiver farther from his ear. His single eye was filled with confusion and rapidly gathering anger.
Didn't I just order an H-bomb launched at Ultron's headquarters?
How did that turn into crimes against humanity and war crimes?
There weren't any civilians on Mala Island. How could anyone have died?
The only possible economic loss was probably Outpost 56 being destroyed, but that shouldn't be enough for the President of America himself to call and start screaming at me, should it?
Besides, that H-bomb didn't even destroy Mala Island!
Has he fucking lost his mind?
Why is he yelling at me?
And why is he using such filthy language?
Is that something a president should say?
Believe it or not, I'll record this right now and post it all online, ruining your reputation?
But—what exactly had happened?
"Mr. President, please calm down. I don't understand what you're talking about—"
Nick Fury could not help shouting back into the receiver. "I carried out the cleansing protocol authorized by the Security Council. The target was the base on Mala Island that had been