Prologue: Pure Fury
He rarely made house visits, but this time the president himself ordered him and who was he to refuse. It had been a year after the New York incident and about three weeks after the Sahara desert got blown up. Nick Fury walked up the stairs of the strange house that had a sign reading Fenton Work on it. He pressed the doorbell and Natasha stood behind him with Dr. Banner. They had visited this place before and the adults here were known to open the door shouting: ghost and pointing a weapon towards who ever rung the bell. The Door opened and a tall women with red hair and dark blue eyes that almost looked purple stood in the doorway. She stepped back looking at us and then greeted us formally. We greeted her back and walked into the house. "May I help you?" The Women asked. I quickly noticed two teenagers watching TV and the boy noticed us and paled on sight. I took a breath and responded, "Yes, Mrs. Fenton? We are with the FBI and the GIW; we would like to speak with a, Danny Fenton please." The women nodded and pointed towards the boy. I walked up to him ready to talk, until the teen girl whirled up onto her feet and pushed me back. My one good eye squinted at the orange haired teen. This just got complicated.
