Fury is an extremely no-nonsence person.
She seemed brusque and callous to you at first; you had yet to learn that there is in fact a huge heart beating under that shapely metal breast-plate.
Of course she found out that you're vomiting after meals. Of course she got to handling this situation immediately.
Like, on the spot. In fact, she kicked the bathroom door open and sashayed right in, scaring the living shit out of you.
„What was it that you were just doing?" she asked in a clipped voice.
„Eh?"
„I'm seriously interested in the answer, Y/N."
„I woh woohin mae teef?" you ventured, you mouth still full of foam, telltale toothbrush in your hand.
„I beg your pardon?"
You spat into the washing sink, gargled with gusto and put the brush away. All this while carefully avoiding Fury's gaze.
„I was washing my teeth" you said with a shrug.
„I meant before that."
You stole a glare. She looked serious enough, hands on those shapely hips, chin pronounced, ready to take on any challenge.
„I was, eh, vomiting" you said in a dead voice.
„Why? Is your digesting organ out of commission?"
Fury never had a stomach flu in her life. She doesn't even know the proper name for it.
To be honest, you were not entirely sure if the nephilim even have stomachs like you do.
They don't need to eat after all, it's entirely voluntary pasttime for them. Maybe food just magically disintegrates somewhere under all those abs?
„Well, yes, but actually no". It was a cowardly answer and Fury saw right through it.
„If so, then you should see a designated stomach specialist. It happens way too often."
„Excuse me?..."
„You vomiting after a meal. It happens way too often." Fury put one feet on the loo pedestal.
One hand still on her hip and the other pointing at you. She looked like Napoleon assessing battle.
„Well, sorry for that." you said rather wryly.
Fury's face suddenly changed. The accusatory expression morphed into something else. She looked...upset.
„Don't be sorry, for Creator's sake!" she snapped, getting closer and surveying you with those expressive milky white eyes.
„You're seriously worrying me, you know."
„Sorry..." you mumbled again, watching your feet.
She put her hands on your shoulders and pulled you in for a crisp hug.
„How can I help you with this?"
„You can't." You swallowed hard, your throat still raw and burning.
„You just can't, Fury. No one can."
She unfurled her arms, letting you free, and shot you a hard glare.
„I've slayed abominations of all shapes and sizes. Don't tell me that I cannot do something."
„But it's the truth" you whispered. „There's...an illness. I have it. Like, in my head."
„You mean it's not your stomach?"
„No." You sighed. „I mean, it gets affected by it the most, sure, all of my body does, but the source is actually in the brain.
It keeps telling me things...it keeps making me do things that I don't really want to do."
„Like disgorging a perfectly good dinner?" Her painted eyebrows formed a frown.
„Yeah."
„What does it tell you?"
You went silent for a long while.
„That I am fat and unworthy of food."
„So it's a wretched liar", she stated coldly.
You let out a beleaguered sigh.
„The thing is, I don't even know anymore. It keeps nagging me no matter I do. If I eat, I'm a disgusting glutton.
If I don't, I'm still a pig, a roll of lard that shouldn't eat like, ever again. Damned if I do, damned if I don't" - you gave out a small, sad chuckle.
Fury knelt on one knee; you were now nearly the same height. Her face almost brushed yours.
„Do you know how much I love you, Y/N?"
„Yeah, I sort of have an idea." That was another sad chuckle.
„Do you know how vain I am?"
That question actually caught you off guard. Was she pulling your leg? Judging from her strained expression, she wasn't.
„Yeah, you can be pretty vain. But you seem to have it under control most of the time."
Those pearly peepers narrowed.
„Do you imagine me, in all my vanity, cavorting with someone who could be described as a quote unquote, a roll of lard?"
Your breath hitched.
„Can you even picture me, loving someone who is disgusting? Or a glutton? I've met Gluttony incarnate, Y/N.
I slayed them. And they looked nothing like you."
„Fury..."
„Your body...", she traced the sides of your torso with her long fingers. It was but a feathery light touch, but you trembled.
„It's a thing of pure beauty. It entrances me. It entices me. You're exactly the way you were supposed to be. Never doubt that."
„I'm trying to..." that was a sudden wetness in your voice, broken note which you hated. „I'm really trying, Fury! But that voice just never shuts up."
She pulled you in again and held you tight.
„Every time you hear this voice, tell it to abscond immediately.
Or else I will get old Vulgrim and kick his ugly backside until he finds me a portal that leads to your head.
And then I will go in there and slaughter this voice with extreme prejudice."
You gave out a weird sound – not entirely a sob, not exactly a laugh.
Your stomach was empty and painful, your digestive track still hurting from all that you put it through.
But in your heart you felt warm.