Beyond Duty: Unnoticed Tension
Summary: Nick Fury and Agent Maria Hill are experts in their field; trained to do most anything flawlessly. But even they couldn't resist the temptation of going astray and letting their feelings get in the way of their work. [FuryHill]
S/N: If I remember what Philip said correctly, we'll be making this story short, considering we're itching to get started on our collaboration story.
Nick Fury was tired. Physically and emotionally. Long after he had given the go signal to the Avengers to have free reign and go off wherever they pleased, he set his sights and attention on overseeing the repairs of the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and the Quinjet. It wasn't going to be a quick fix, that was for sure. But thankfully he wasn't directly involved in any of that.
After all, he had more pressing factors to worry about. He had found out from the medics shortly after landing the Quinjet for repairs that Phil Coulson had actually survived a stab that should have killed him. They medics explained that the wound, while fatal, miraculously missed his heart, so were immediately given the affirmative to rush the agent to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Fury was inwardly happy. He trusted Coulson with all the dirty work - after all, what agent would be capable of knocking some sense into Tony Stark and talk praise to Thor without knowing any better? Fury paused to consider things. Was there someone else? The eye-patched veteran shifted his attention to one of his other agents - Maria Hill. This one, in contrast to Coulson, had her own views about the situation that Fury often shot down due to the impending events that liked to unfold. But this wasn't to say Fury had outright disagreed with them. It was all a matter of urgency.
On any other occasion, Nick Fury found himself without a better topic to discuss with the agent and, as far as he was concerned, that troubled him. He normally always found something to talk about, but it was a different case for Maria Hill. Why was that, he wondered?
'Today will be different,' he thought to himself; a mantra he had been telling himself every single time he plucked up the courage to talk to her about something off the record; something casual. Fury took a deep breath and exhaled before stepping out from his room and made a familiar way towards the younger agent's quarters.
'Today there will be progress,' Fury added in afterthought; the second part of his mantra.