Time rewound several decades.
It was an afternoon when the sunlight shone like gold. Using Carol's records on Earth, Nick Fury tracked her down in a bar with a hunter's precision.
"Rough day, Agent Fury?"
Carol asked, looking at the medical tape on Nick Fury's forehead.
"Heh, not really. I experienced an alien invasion, went on a little joyride, and had the privilege of watching an alien autopsy. Hmm... a typical nine-to-five day."
Nick Fury spoke as he emerged from the back of the bar.
Carol shrugged noncommittally, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "So you've seen the Skrulls."
The Skrulls-an alien race.
They generally had green skin and humanlike builds, but their heads were relatively large, their eyes yellow or orange, and their ears pointed.
Skrulls could shapeshift to imitate other creatures' appearances, including physical characteristics, voices, and even genes and some memories. Nick Fury had nearly suffered a serious setback at a Skrull's hands. The wound on his forehead was the work of one impersonating Agent Coulson.
"I never believed aliens existed, but the evidence is right in front of me."
Nick Fury admitted it frankly, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness and wonder.
After seeing a Skrull's corpse with his own eyes, his world seemed to have been turned upside down.
The familiar order of his world had shattered, replaced by a universe full of unknown dangers.
Nick Fury knew that from that moment onward, his life would no longer be ordinary. He would shoulder the responsibility of protecting Earth and confronting unknown threats.
Carol stared intently at Nick Fury, her gaze serious and wary.
She furrowed her brows slightly, forming two little hills, as though pondering an important question.
"This is a little awkward, but I have to ask."
Before Carol could finish, Nick Fury