Steve rarely lost his composure like this.
Natasha was pale, and Sam noticed her bleeding wound.
"Get a doctor over here, now."
In response, a guard drew a stun baton.
Then the guard jabbed it into another guard and knocked him out with a kick.
The guard removed her helmet, revealing Agent Hill's face.
Sam stared blankly at her. Agent Hill looked at the Black man in surprise, too. "Who's this?"
When Rumlow reached the tunnel, he ordered his men to prepare to execute the three prisoners.
They opened the transport vehicle.
All that remained inside was a large hole.
The three had vanished without a trace.
Taking the three rescued prisoners to a secret stronghold, Agent Hill showed them what it meant to be the King of Agents.
Lying in a hospital bed, Fury glanced at the three of them. "You're finally here."
Natasha listened while staunching her bleeding as Fury listed his injuries as casually as if he were reading a menu.
It all came down to one sentence.
He would live, but he was badly wounded.
Steve and Natasha, who had watched him being cut open and even seen his pulse stop, were both puzzled.
"Tetrodotoxin B. It can lower your pulse to one beat per minute. Banner invented it to manage stress. It didn't do much for him, but we found a new use for it," Fury said casually.
What else was there to say?
Technology saved the future.
And Fury's reason for doing this was simple.
He wanted the people who had tried to assassinate him to think he was dead.
After all, a dead man couldn't die twice.
It also let him continue secretly planning a response to the crisis.
His reputation with the World Security Council was already ruined.
Making a phone