Nick Fury cursed. Why had he assumed the dead people who the Kree had brought to life would stay dead? In theory, the Kree could revive them as many times as needed. Their "sleeper" agents could cause damage from the inside!

Zemo raised a gloved hand, which it turned out held a gun he must have snatched from somewhere. Fury only had time to throw himself behind a computer console as Zemo began to fire. Banner dove beside him. Several agents, however, went down.

Fury felt his blood boil. Zemo was shooting at good people. He would never forgive the Kree. Zemo started firing on the various electronics in the room as well. Debris and sparks filled the room. Behind Fury, Bruce was trying to keep his breathing steady. Hulking out might only make it worse.

"Take this," Fury said softly to Bruce, handing him a white container that made small clattering noises. When Bruce raised his eyebrows, Fury had to whisper.

"Those pills will force your heart to beat slower, which will also make your pulse slow down. That should keep you in check, for now." Bruce nodded his thanks, and downed two of them. On normal circumstances, Fury would have been worried that Zemo had heard them, but he seemed to completely be ignoring them, in favor of blowing up more of SHIELD's computers.

This is my chance, Fury thought. Zemo's back was turned to them, as if he had forgotten that they were even in the room.

It's now or never!

Fury dashed from behind the console, and tackled Zemo. On the ground, Fury tried to wrestle the gun away from the villain, but Zemo, who was stronger than he should have been (probably thanks to those Kree!) kicked Fury off. It took Fury only a few moments to get back on his feet, but in that time, Zemo had stood up, and pointed his gun at the SHIELD director. Fury scowled.

"Hey!" Banner's mild voice called out, Zemo turned his head, which gave Fury the opportunity to throw a knife he kept in his boot at Zemo's hand. The knife sunk into Zemo's wrist, but he didn't drop the gun. Fury and Bruce both traded shocked glances, but Fury quickly figured it out.

Dang! This mother can't feel pain! Why would he? Since he's dead, his nerves are gone. I'll need to think of a plan B!

Knowing he had to use his familiarity with the layout of the Hellicarrier to his advantage, Fury sprinted towards a door that led to the left hangar, narrowly dodging bullets. He could have sworn he felt one pass by his cheek. Luckily, this meant that Zemo wasn't following Bruce, at the moment.

"Yeah, chase me, if you have the guts!" Fury yelled at Zemo, knowing full well Zemo couldn't hear him, but doing it for personal satisfaction.


In space, Tony was down to his last options, almost literally.

"Sir, your armor is already under 50%," JARVIS said. That was so not what Tony needed to hear right now. Normally, he would still have over 70%, but the space armor was not meant for combat at all. Well, excuse him for assuming that not all aliens were hostile! Those missiles he had fired earlier were the strongest weapon in his arsenal.

"Human, I am less than impressed with your efforts. Surrendering quietly would have been far easier, at least for you," the blue Kree Accuser sneered.

"If I had my regular armor, I would wipe that smirk off your face so hard right now," Tony said, sounding way more confident than he felt. And he still couldn't contact SHIELD, which sucked.

Ronan started to walk towards Stark, and the annoying thing was, Ronan was clearly taking his time just to taunt Stark. Well, Tony wouldn't take this lying down.

Maybe if I can steal his hammer, I could defeat him with his own weapon. Those were risky thoughts, but Tony had nothing else to go on, so he decided it was worth a try. But to accomplish this, he would have to take Ronan by surprise.

Closer, closer! A few more steps

Ronan moved in closer, oblivious to Tony's thoughts, or at least Tony thought so.

"I will not make your death painless, human. You don't deserve it," and the evil in that statement made Tony shudder.

Tony was sweating, forcing him to blink constantly to keep it from getting in his eyes. OK, he was scared, he would admit it. If this plan got screwed up, he would probably die. Taking one last breath, Tony commenced his plan.

He faced both palms in Ronan's direction. Ronan quickly tensed, expecting a repulsar beam or something. Instead, black, foggy smoke emitted from the gauntlets, and began to fill the entire room.

Stark really hoped that this would blind and confuse Ronan. Anything less and this might not work! Closing his eyes, Tony pressed another button in his suit.


Fury continued to run down the hall. He had a destination in mind, but Zemo was not making it easy. As if to punctuate this, a bullet pinged near the metal railing that Fury had been passing. Fury was only half-concerned about Zemo though.

What Zemo didn't know was, Fury was wearing a bullet-proof vest. Of course, the best only covered his chest area. Fury's arms, legs, and head were all fair game.

Maybe I should start wearing a helmet. Nah, that's just stupid. Fury, despite the situation, couldn't help but give a small, wry smile. Helmets were just not for him.

Up ahead, Fury saw the door that led to the room he had been going for! And good timing, Fury was just starting to breathe heavy.

With the momentum he had from dashing for over five minutes, Fury crashed into the metal door, knocking the breath out of his lungs. Head spinning, he punched in the code on the door. Mid-way, he screamed as a piercing pain shot through his arm. Had he been shot?

"Dang," Fury breathed, glancing up at his arm, scared at what he'd see. He expected a bullet-hole, but it was worse – a sword, cutting right through his palm, damaging the buttons on the electronic lock as well.

Fury yanked the sword out of his hand, biting his lips until they bled to keep from making any noises. Turning around, he threw the sword at Zemo's leg, stabbing through. Zemo fell with a thump.

"Nice try, but it'll take more than that to keep me down," Fury huffed. Fury ended up having to use a voice command override to open the door, and then dragged the now immobile Zemo into the room.

It was the room that Fury had "trapped" Loki in a while back. Fury shoved Zemo inside the glass cage. Zemo punched the glass, and then tried ramming it, but it didn't even make much of a noise.

"That'll hold you, while I go check on things. Hopefully, you didn't make too much of a mess." Fury headed back to where he left Banner. When he arrived, Banner, Natasha, and Clint were trying to patch some stuff up. White sheets were covering the bodies of the fallen. Fury clenched his teeth.

Natasha was the first to look up. "Sir, what happened? You need to see the medical team."

"Luckily, they're already here. We had to call them for Hill, anyway," Hawkeye said. Fury waved his hand at them.

"I will, later. Our first priority has to be fixing the communications, naming all of the dead, accounting for all the injured." Banner raised his hand.

"I've actually managed to fix communications. I couldn't contact Iron Man, but I did manage to contact…him!" Fury, Natasha, and Clint breathed a sigh of relief. With him on the job, Iron Man would be fine! As the mood lightened, the whoosh of the door signaled the arrival of a fifth person.

"Fury, sir! Hank Pym is not in his room, and cannot be found onboard! He's gone," the nameless SHIELD agent reported. Fury had to pinch the bridge of his nose. Sometimes being the head of SHIELD was more trouble than it was worth.


Back in the space station, Ronan waited patiently for the smoke to clear out. Once he realized it wasn't poison or sleeping gas, he decided to wait it out. It wasn't as if the armored human could escape, anyway. Ronan raised his hammer, and blocked a blue repulsar blast that had emerged from the smoke. The human underestimated his reflexes.

Finally, most of the smoke was gone, leaving only the white armor, and himself. Roan grinned cruelly.

"It is time to die, human. Pray to whatever god you worship," Ronan said, raising his hammer! With a laugh, he struck down with all his might, with enough force to smash the ground underneath. But something was wrong. There had been no resistance. Puzzled, Ronan raised his hammer…and felt it get snatched away!

Stark's plan had been risky: raise the smokescreen, and then activate one of the space armor's most secret abilities: making a holographic copy. When the smoke cleared, Ronan would hopefully attack it before realizing it was a fake, and then Tony would steal the hammer, to use against Ronan. And so far, it was paying off very nicely. Hearing Ronan roar in frustration was pretty cool too.

"So, Smurf, it looks like the tables have turned on you," Iron Man said, while casually twirling the hammer around. He would defeat Ronan, destroy the weapon, and head home. This was the end!

To Be Continued!


Author's Notes:

The battles on the Hellicarrier are over! But Iron Man's fight is just beginning. Looks like the tides are turning for him!

I hope I've made the Nick Fury fans happy. Originally, his fight with Zemo wasn't in my story, but I felt I had to give him a hardcore scene!

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