Nick Fury had watched the entire incident from the comfort of his secured office on the east end of the city. He had hacked into Iron Man's video feed (something Stark would never believe, even if he saw it himself) and saw the action unfold.

Nick Fury slowly pushed away from his desk

The Force is strong with him, Nick thought. How long had it been since Nick Fury—or rather, Mace Windu—felt the tendrils of the Force pull out to him. It was familiar and light, like pulling on an old coat that was believed to be lost.

The Avengers called out to him, this defector who leapt across buildings, but he didn't understand. When Nick first came to this world, he didn't understand the tongue either. It was different from Basic, so complex, and with different meanings behind the intent.

When Jedi Knight Mace Windu, fell from the top of the Senate building, pushed by Chancellor Palpatine, he didn't expect to come out of it alive. He fell further than anyone could have imagined, past windows of senate members, past innocent beings he was sworn to protect. He fell storey after storey, and landed on the leather seat of an opened cloud car. He broke his ribs in three places, and his back four more.

That day Mace Windu had died. The Chancellor assumed control of the senate and the Jedi were branded traitors to the Republic. There was nothing more anyone could do…except run.

"Hide," Obi-Wan had warned. "Avoid detection."

Windu changed his clothes, hid his face, boarded a transport and fled Corusant. He ran. If he kept a cool head, perhaps he could mount a strategy, find a way to take down the new Emperor. Get the truth out. But no matter where he went, the damage was already to encompassing. The public was turned against the Jedi, so much so that even the glint of a lightsaber's hilt brought distrust.

This is why Palpatine wanted the Jedi in the war in the first place. To breed fear in the publics' hearts, and change their perception of the Jedi. That bastard knew it from the start. He had it all planned from the start.

Nick Fury watched as the Iron Man scooped up their ET, and gently placed him over his shoulder.

"Let's get this kid home. Maybe he can answer some questions for us," Stark said.

Was Stark not paying attention? It was already confirmed that the guy didn't speak English? What, were they going to try and communicate through charades? Nick shook his head, and, and closed the feed. He had seen enough.

Fury walked over to his closet, shoved his files, and extra clothing to the side, and reached deep into the under board of his false floor. He could almost feel it resonating to him. Cold. Desperate. Hungry.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it old friend?"

As a Padawan, he had learned that a Jedi's weapon is an extension of their soul. Who they are is represented in their lightsaber. Nick wrapped his fingers around the hilt, and closed his one good eye. While traveling through the outer rim, he and his ship had been sucked into some wormhole. Barreling through space, only to be spat out in some galaxy he had never seen before. He traveled to the one planet that showed signs of livability, Earth. It took years to learn the language, longer to understand their way of life. But he endured, he grew. He took odd jobs to support himself, he fought in wars, and feared nothing. He found scientists, people who had made breakthroughs in this planets genetic fields, and they grew his arm back. Then, he lost his eye. But he carried on.

Thanks to his connection to the Force, he was able to be astounding in his field. He met the right people, rose through the ranks, and formed SHIELD. A kind of homage to his lost Jedi order. If he couldn't bring peace to his home galaxy, he would sure bring it to this one.

He had lost so much, his home, his way of life. Sometimes, when he dreamed, he could still see Palpatine's face, he slacked grin, and his eyes, shifting from one point to another. Always on the lookout for the best time to strike. How could none of them see it?

Nick Fury tapped his lapel jacket, it hid a small communicator, "Coulson," he said, "I'm going out. I'm having all calls directed to Hill. I'll be in touch."

Fury wrapped his jacket around him closer, a small protection against the world that did not know him, and he traveled out of his office, and towards Avengers Tower.