Nick-Fury lives in a single apartment in Washington D.C., near Constitution Avenue.
When the early morning sunlight shone through the window, his body suddenly turned over and jumped up from the bed as if it were loaded with springs.
He reached for the bedside cabinet with his right hand and pressed the alarm clock in time to make a piercing sound.
"Damn it! You can't be late on your first day of employment!"
The young Fury quickly rushed into the bathroom while saying his catchphrase.
After spending ten minutes completing his personal hygiene, he showed his white teeth in the mirror.
Put on a regular suit and comb your hair into an adult style—you can skip this last step.
Fury When I was studying, I discovered that I had the potential to become a black singer.
He once wore an afro, held an electric guitar, and roared loudly at an event held by a community school, and was almost kicked off the stage.
From then on, Fury lost his dream of being a singer, shaved off his explosive hair that swelled like a cloud, and replaced it with a refreshing buzz cut.
It's a pity that there is no form of rap at the moment. Jazz and rock music are popular.
Otherwise, with Fury's racial talent, he might even be able to debut and become an idol.
"Have a hot dog! Remember to add chili con carne!"
Fury hurried out of the apartment and ran to the hot dog stand across the street to buy a breakfast.
He lived in an African-American community and the environment was not good.
Gangs are rampant, there is always an unpleasant smell in the corridors, and crimes such as break-ins and thefts occur every now and then.
The only advantage is probably that the rent is cheap enough.
"You look like you won the lottery."
The vendor handed over a generous portion of the chili con carne hot dog, and it was obvious that this was a special treat.
When he was extorted by gang members in the past, Fury helped and stopped the other party's behavior.
As the gangster's "sniper", he is quite a deterrent to those street gangsters.
"It's similar to that one. Rubio, who is your favorite star?"
Fury took a bite of the hot dog sprinkled with sauce, with a satisfied expression on his face.
"Betty-Peggy! She is so sexy, I do it to her poster almost every day..."
"Male! I mean male celebrity! Please, Rubio, I'm not interested in hearing how you do traditional crafts."
Fury quickly interrupted the other party. He also had sexy posters of Betty-Peggy at home, but the most he could do was look at them a few times before going to bed, and then try to have a beautiful dream.
"Well, it's probably Clark-Gable. I like his movie "It Happened One Night" very much."
The stall owner scratched his head. When talking about male celebrities, he did not talk about the excitement of female celebrities and acted very calmly.
"Then you can think that I'm about to meet Clark-Gable - working for the person I admire, what's the difference between this and winning the lottery?"
Fury showed excitement in his words.
"Then I'd rather win the lottery!"
The stall owner muttered, he couldn't understand Fury's mood at all.
The latter didn't say much. It was impossible for him to publicize his interview with Superman everywhere.
"Have a nice day."
Fury quickly ate his calorie-rich breakfast, said goodbye to the hot dog vendor, and hailed a taxi.
"It seems that I will have to buy a car in the future. I wonder if the staff at S.H.I.E.L.D. will have relevant subsidies."
With this idea in mind, Fury stepped into the door of S.H.I.E.L.D., just in time to clock in at nine o'clock.
"Hello, I'm Nick-Fury."
Following the instructions from the front desk, he took the elevator to the storage area of the logistics department.
He received two sets of work uniforms, a name tag to prove his identity, a gun and a fixed number of bullets.
Afterwards, go to the human resources department to sign a confidentiality contract and complete the entry procedures.
"Welcome to join S.H.I.E.L.D., Agent Fury."
HR management reaches out and shows a level of goodwill.
"The organization has a task for you."
Fury's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't expect to receive the task from above on his first day at work.
S.H.I.E.L.D. has such a strong working atmosphere and the working environment is so tense?
"Can I know what the mission is?"
Fury asked subconsciously.
He is currently an agent with the Intelligence Service.
As a new employee, it usually takes a few days to adapt and integrate into the group before officially participating in various actions.
"You'll find out soon enough."
The manager of the human resources department looked at the confused Nick-Fury with envious eyes.
"This is S.H.I.E.L.D. a good thing that many people can't hope for!"
With Fury full of questions, he followed the other party's instructions and came to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s underground garage.
A rather low-key black car turned on its headlights with a "pop" and shone on him.
The driver in military uniform handed the key to Fury and said in a voice with a sense of honor, "This job is left to you."
What job?
drive?
Fury took the key.
He thought it would be a dangerous task of monitoring suspicious people and tracking foreign spies, but he didn't expect that he would be a driver.
Nick-Fury, who wanted to make some achievements, suddenly felt a little bored.
"By the way, there are still some questions you need to answer."
The driver took out a piece of paper and read it, "Do you have a driver's license? How many years of driving experience have you had? Are your skills good enough? Can... the drainage channel bend?"
When someone drives a car these days, do they still have to learn how to bend in a drainage ditch?
Nick-Fury was speechless and didn't know how to answer.
"Agent Fury, you are not driving for ordinary people. As a driver of Lieutenant General Cahill, you have very high technical requirements."
The driver frowned slightly and said seriously.
At this time, the car window was lowered, revealing a young face.
It is Luke himself.
With a smile on his face, he looked at Nick-Fury, who looked like he was changing his face in a Sichuan opera, showing surprise, and said softly, "You don't seem to be very willing, Agent Fury?"
"No, no! Lieutenant General Cahill, I used to do odd jobs in a car repair shop. Not only can I drive, but I am also an experienced driver!"
After learning that he was working as a driver for Superman, Nick-Fury's mood was like riding a roller coaster, with ups and downs.
He was instantly full of yearning for this job.
His mouth was like a cannon, spitting out a lot of words. "As for turning the drainage channel... I haven't tried it yet, but if there is a requirement in this regard, I can go back and practice for a few days. This shouldn't be a difficult skill!"
"Then get in the car, Agent Fury."
Luke waved noncommittally and said with a smile, "I want to attend the Pentagon's lunch meeting. I hope you won't let me be late."
Fury opened the car door and sat in.
Insert the key, hold the steering wheel, warm up the ignition, and start the engine.
Perhaps because of nervousness, the black car shuddered violently.
Rocking back and forth, side to side.
"Sorry, Lieutenant General Cahill, I'm a little... nervous!"
Young Fury was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He observed Luke's expression through the rearview mirror and found that the other party was not dissatisfied, so he felt relieved.
"I started to worry a little about my personal safety - it should be the safety of the car. Agent Fury."
Luke's eyes flashed and he said gently.