"Agent Fury, here are the meeting records you requested." Black Panther handed Director Fury a portable storage device.
An agent soon brought over a tablet, and Director Fury quickly reviewed the contents of their meeting.
It had to be said, it was highly informative.
"Let's go see Doctor Bracher. He'll be very interested in this knowledge." Director Fury gestured for Black Panther to follow him, and the two took an elevator down to the deepest part of the underground base.
A dark-skinned, somewhat weathered middle-aged man in a blue-and-white battle suit was sleeping inside something resembling an MRI machine.
Director Fury waited beside the device for a while before the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes.
Even though he had met the man twice before, Black Panther still felt intimidated by the terrifying energy within his body. This man was no less dangerous than Thor. Their previous conversations had also shown Black Panther that he possessed a wealth of knowledge. He was a man of both strength and wisdom.
"Doctor Bracher, Stark's operation is very interesting. Take a look." Director Fury handed the tablet to the middle-aged man.
The man shook his head tiredly. "Just call me Blue Miracle. Doctor Bracher wouldn't still look middle-aged at ninety. Only Blue Miracle could."
He did not take the tablet. Instead, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes as he read vast amounts of data out of thin air, converting it into images that rapidly played through his mind.
"Howard's son still knows very little about the universe. That successor of yours, Director Daisy, clearly didn't tell him the truth." In less than ten seconds, Blue Miracle had finished reviewing the Illuminati's hour-long meeting.
Director Fury was quite proud of this. Daisy answered one question out of ten, and that fine tradition was