Beyond Duty: Courage
Chapter Summary: Fury finds himself outside Hill's quarters, plucking up the courage to talk to her about something other than work. Something personal.
S/N: Yo, hope you enjoy this quick bit from me. If you ask me the two need a bit more attention.
Fury's stomach grumbled. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten a proper meal. Things have ultimately been hectic and stressful for the commander of the Avengers. Fury admitted he feigned any dignified way of appeasing his hunger until he was absolutely sure that things were going to go smoothly - Coulson's recovery and the repair of the Quinjet to full restoration.
Now that both were well under way, he no longer had an excuse. His stomach seemed to grumble in time to that train of thought. But right now, all he felt were butterflies in there. He stared long and hard at the door in front of him before he heard approaching footsteps. He froze when he recognized this person to be the exact woman he had been plucking up the courage to talk to - Maria Hill.
"How are things Agent Hill?" Fury asked in his usual professional tone, which he swatted away immediately. Wrong foot to start on, so he corrected himself. "You seem tired," he observed. He let a moment skip before he continued. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something; something of great importance."
Personally Fury didn't enjoy the idea of overfrosting the cake. Yes, the matter held some importance, but the gravity of it being great was an illusion only in his mind. He needed this out of the way. To be more precise, he needed to let this out into the open before he was too late.
He took the opportunity to walk into his office; surely a more private setting. He walked up to his desk and took a much needed seat and turned to face her. "Do you have a private moment to spare?"