"Who are you?" The man frowned. "I don't know you."
"Don't play dumb, Talos." Nick Fury gave a cold laugh. "You know exactly who I am."
"But I remember him being, uh... Black. Don't tell me you got vitiligo." Talos froze, then looked utterly incredulous.
"It's a long story."
Fury struck an old-fashioned match and lit his cigar.
The flame illuminated his one eye.
"1995. Louisiana. Maria Rambeau's house."
Fury exhaled a cloud of smoke and spoke slowly.
"You drank civet coffee for the first time. You said it tasted like licking a Kree's boots. But then you drank three cups because it was the first hot thing you'd had in three days."
"And..." Fury pointed to the corner of his mouth. "...I never eat toast cut diagonally."
"And look at this..." He took out the pager.
"Okay, okay. I believe you."
"My God..."
Talos stepped forward and tugged at Fury's cheek.
"It really is you? Nick?"
"How'd you end up looking like this? Even M.J. didn't change this much."
Fury slapped Talos's hand away.
"I'm the most wanted man in the world. That Black face gets recognized everywhere."
"All right, all right." Talos shrugged. "We Skrulls don't care about skin color anyway. So what do you need me for? If you're here to borrow money, I'm a little short myself."
"I need people, Talos," Fury said quietly. "I need your people."
"Us?" Talos gave a bitter smile. "Fury, you know our situation. We just want a home. We don't want to get dragged into you Earthlings' civil war."
Fury leaned closer and lowered his voice.
"Listen, Talos. I only need you to do this one thing."
"Help me infiltrate Hydra. Become them. Replace them. Take everything back the way they took S.H.I.E.L.D. from us."
"Only by bringing down Hydra