"This doesn't seem to be a Skrull." A few minutes later, the two examined the pile of wreckage on the ground. Jessica tied her hair into a ponytail behind her head. "The Skrulls you mentioned should be some kind of alien creature. This is a robot."
Yes, Peter had only been half right. This really was not Fury himself, but neither was it a Skrull Imposter.
They had originally only wanted to kick him and take him alive, but Jessica had no sense of restraint. After a few punches, this Fury's head came off, and a shower of electrical sparks burst from his neck.
Her heavy punch struck the fake Fury's chest, even caving in a large patch of ground behind him. Spider-web cracks spread beneath their feet, while the black head popped off with a pop, like a champagne cork.
Since this was an unlit alley and the head was black as well, they could not even find it for a while.
"I've never seen anything like this either. Oh, right, I'll video-call Mr. Stark." Peter scratched his head, but his clever mind was useful most of the time. He immediately took out his phone.
Tony was still waiting for Daisy to bring back the equipment. Since he had nothing better to do, he answered almost instantly.
"What is it, kid? You've only been out for a little while. Do you need my private jet to Washington D.C.? Just tell Happy or Pepper."
He held a glass of wine, still looking as carefree as ever. With one elbow propped on the bar, he swayed his body to the music.
"No, sir. We ran into a Director Fury, but... sigh, I can't explain it. Just look for yourself."
Peter turned the phone around as he spoke. The rear camera on