Nick Fury stepped out of the bulky black vehicle and adjusted his eye patch, an annoying habit he had picked up over the last few years. It had been pointed out by multiple people at S.H.I.E.L.D that it was a sign of his growing insecurity and nervousness, and that the usually cool and collective director was losing his edge. Every time it was brought up, he was quick to dismiss it, annoyed that at the theory which had absolutely no evidence behind it. He was so quick to dismiss it, in fact, that he basically gave away that he was afraid they were right. And no place brought out that insecurity he was accused of having like Queens did. After what happened five years ago, no place got to him like this neighborhood. He took a deep breath and looked at the house in front of him, going over exactly what he was going to say to the kid and his mother.
Damn this house, he thought. It looked far too much like the Parker house. Then again, it's not like houses in Queens were overly unique, but still, looking at it brought back bad memories, and the conversation he was about to have wouldn't help either.
Two other agents stepped of the vehicle right after he did, who would serve as his backup in case the conversation went way to far south. He hated this part of the job, since it felt like he was walking up to a mother and having to hand her a folded American Flag. He signaled for the agents to follow him up to the front door, and all three made their approach to the front door. Fury made his way up the porch steps and knocked on the front door, mentally going over how he was going to sugarcoat this.
He heard movement in the house a few seconds after he knocked, a controlled chaos that made it seem like they were expecting his arrival. It made his prosthetic arm ache having to be waiting this long, and he grew restless the longer he stood outside the door.
Eventually, though, the door did open, and a middle aged woman stood in the entrance, which made it clear she didn't want him to enter her house.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Janson. My name is Nick Fury, I am the director of-" he had started.
"I know who you are and I know EXACTLY why you are here. Don't attempt to bullshit me with your fake manners."
Fury sighed. "Very well ma'am, then you know it is time for your son to start working for S.H.I.E.L.D. Due to his abilities and the way he inherited them, it IS the law. He must come with me now that he is eighteen."
"Go to hell," Mrs. Janson bluntly stated. "You have no right to take my son away from me. He should be able to do what he wants to do, and that sure as hell isn't working as a government lapdog."
"That job description could be any farther from the truth. Your son will play an extremely vital role in protecting not only New York, but the world. We will help him make proper use of his talents and he will serve the greater good." Fury attempted to explain.
"Is that what you call it, the greater good? You people succeed in doing nothing but tearing this city apart and have us live in fear. How is that the greater good? I refuse to have my son be a part of that! I didn't support him all these years for some heartless government organization to send my son to either a life he hates or an early grave!" she yelled, starting to choke back tears. "He has his own life! Friends, a girlfriend he loves, scholarship offers, and people who love him! You won't take him away from that!"
"Ma'am," Fury began. "He doesn't have to lose the ones he loves. He can have a life outside work once he is properly-"
"Don't take me for an idiot!" Mrs. Janson yelled, and pulled out a handgun hidden by her belt underneath her shirt and aimed it at Fury.
Fury and the other two agents began to react before a voiced from the back of the house pleaded for her to put the gun down. The voiced approached to the door with a girl holding his hand. It belonged to the son, Brian, with the girl attached to him most likely being the girlfriend the mother had mentioned before.
Brian knelt down next to his mother, who was now on her knees crying. "I'm going to go with them, mom. I know it's not what you want, and it definitely isn't what I want, but I'm not going to let you or Diana get in trouble trying to prevent something that will happen no matter what."
The mom began to sob and grabbed her son into a hug, with his girlfriend quickly joining in. Both girls were crying, and Brian was trying his best to hold back tears.
"I'm going to make both of your proud," Brian said. "I'm going to make a good thing of this, I swear to you. You're both going to be proud of me" Both responded by tightening their hug.
Fury rubbed the back of his head, trying not to let the scene get to him as well. Next to having to arrest the entire family, this was the scenario he was afraid of. Years ago, he would have been able to stone face this with little trouble. Now, he didn't know if he was strong enough to take it.
It seems those rumors about his insecurity were officially proven true.
Fury turned around to give the agents directions only to find them lying on the porch dead, their necks twisted around. Brian and his family saw this not long after he did, and jumped in panic.
"Get in the house and close the door!" Fury managed to get out to them before he was slammed in the side of the face by an unseen force, and was thrown from the porch to the next door neighbor's lawn, breaking the wooden railing in the process.
"You have no right to manipulate a life, Fury!" he heard a voice say. He shook his head to clear the cob webs and looked at the street and saw a man standing there. After his vision focused again, he saw the man was dressed in what looked like a hooded robe, which covered and concealed the man's face. The hood had jewels of various different colors sewed into it, as did the area by the shoulders. He may not know what he looked like, but he knew why he was here.
"I won't let the kid buy into some nut job's propaganda," Fury said to the robed man. "From everything S.H.I.E.L.D has seen from you, you can offer him nothing!" The man's response to Fury was another invisible punch, this time to the gut. Fury grabbed his stomach and stood up, noticing that right before he was hit, he could see a translucent arm coming from the man towards him, though he had to focus to see it.
"Idiot, I don't offer him lies; I offer him a chance to fight for his right to have his own life! A life that doesn't involve being a dog for the government!" the man said. Fury saw a couple of the translucent fists preparing to strike again, but this time he was prepared. He dodged multiple blows for each fist, eventually making his way towards the street and the man. As Fury dodged and dipped his way closer the robed man, he heard a clinking sound, and it appeared the man seemed just as surprised as he did. The both looked down, and they saw a grenade rolling into the space on the ground between them, seconds away from exploding. Both of them bolted in opposite directions just in time for them to both get away from the explosion.
Fury quickly recovered and scanned the area and noticed a gunman on one of the house rooftops nearby, and Fury quickly dodged a few sniper shot, though just barely. The robed man took initiative and flung a couple of his whimsical punches towards the rooftop, but the gunman saw the hits coming and jumped down from the roof towards them. One of the shots he had fired was, not noticed by Fury or the robed man, a smoked grenade, and had just gone off as the gunman jumped down from the roof. The gunman was extremely quick, as Fury already felt him closing in. Fury dodged a couple of slashes from a katana the gunman wielded, but was hit by a kick straight to the chest and flew backwards.
The robed man started throwing more translucent punches at the new attacker, but he was able dodge them rather well, probably picking up on them by watching Fury take his beating earlier. The mystery man wasn't able to get close enough for a strike with his katana, but dodged enough that he slipped back into the smoke. The robed man clearly grew irritated, and flung his hands in opposite directions, which created a force that blew the smoke away.
When Fury jumped back up, the smoke was mostly gone, and the mysterious fighter was revealed: Deadpool.
"Well, what do we have here?" Deadpool asked in a rhetorical manner. "In one corner, we have the director of S.H.I.E.L.D, who owns the greatest collection of nature's abominations in the entire known world. And in the other, we have the relatively new player but on the fast track to infamy, who seemingly wants to make a brand new gathering of monsters."
Deadpool drew two submachine guns and pointed them at his targets. "Now, considering you have both probably figured out my stance on mutants, I think we ALL know where this is going."
Fury quickly itched around his eye patch and whipped out a couple of pistols, preparing himself for whatever happened next.
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Peter roused to consciences and eventually realized he was face down in what felt like sand. He barely had any strength in him, but he pressed his arms against the ground lifted the upper half of his body off the ground and looked around. The sun was bright and blurred his still fuzzy vision, but he did notice he was on ground that was the end of a beach and the start of the mainland, as he felt a mix of sand and grass. The scene in front of him was beautiful, with thick, lush trees rise high above him, and the sun shining through the branches directly on him. Turning his head around as best he could, he saw the beach in back of him, along with a ship with a funny looking face at the front of it.
He collapsed back down onto the ground, his entire body aching. To contradict this, though, his body also felt like it had just stepped out of a long, hot shower, with his skin feeling clean and smooth. On top of that, he had no idea where he was or how he got here. And what was that ship docked on the beach? The biggest question of all, though, was this: Wasn't he supposed to be dead?
He lost what little strength he had in him, and slipped back into darkness.
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He didn't open his eyes back up right away, but he heard voices, none of them sounding familiar.
"Why is he naked?" a girl said.
"Hahaha! I can see his butt!" a boy said.
"Luffy!" said the girl.
"Hey kid, wake up," said another guy, and he felt a light kick in the side.
"That isn't helping, moss head!"
"What did you say?"
"Both of you, shut up! Sanji, help get him to the ship."
"But of course, my beautiful swan!"
"Yo-ho-ho-ho-ho! I shall help carry him if I see some beautiful panties!" A loud thunk followed.
"What could his story possibly be?" the voices started to all run together.
"We should hurry and get a doctor…oh wait, that's me. Put him in my room, he can use my bed."
"Get Usopp to lower the anchor. We'll stay here until he wakes up and gives us his details."
He felt his body being lifted up. He opened his eyes slightly, which is all his body would allow. For the brief moments he had them open, he saw the back of an orange haired girl with a bathing suit top on. He groaned slightly in pain, and she turned to look at him just as his eyes were forced shut by weakness.
"Did you see that?" she said. "I swear his eyes opened. Did you see that?"
"I only have eyes for admiring your beautiful figure, my darling!"
He heard her groan before he once again slipped back under, still mot understanding what exactly was going on.
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That's the first chapter. It ended a bit duller than I had planned, but I couldn't find really good ending lines to close it out.
Please review, of course. If you have an advice, constructive criticism, notice any spelling or grammar errors, or anything else, please put them in the reviews as well. I'm trying to make this a truly great crossover, as far as fanfiction goes.