snowflake13300: Lol I would love that! please?! and yes I play the C Flute (So I'm right there when the drum major blows their whistle in the stands... my ears!)
Oomara13: you never know what your doing... NEVER!
Vishkus: lol
Anyway, thanks again for all the support and patience and reviews! This story would have been nothing without it and keep it coming! Who wants to see a ending for this story that'll rival all endings?!
(In a deep, gravely voice) It's coming...
The fighting was still going strong when Odin stepped outside, his son in his arms. Loki had begun to shiver and his eyes had begun to close.
"He's very sick," Fury said from beside Odin, Thor still supporting him, "The infections in his wounds, the physical trauma, your son needs a hospital." Loki coughed below them and Odin held him a little closer. He raised Gungnir and slammed the end on the ground, a great flash of light and a clap of thunder rang out, silencing the bloodshed before them.
"Our buisness here is done!" Odin cried out, "We will take our leave of this place and never return!"
Some of the S.H.E.I.L.D. agents raised their firearms, aiming for the Asgardian King.
"Lower your weapons!" Fury cried, "We're done here, and the Asgardians are going home!" He looked out across the area, seeing the great number of S.H.E.I.L.D. agents and Asgardian warriors that lay dead or wounded on the ground. Blood stained the dirt, and their were small, unstoppable moans emminating from a few of the fallen.
"Bury your dead, treat your wounded, and get on with your lives." Odin said as he descended out into the area, among the fighters. Everyone cleared a path leading to the gate for the king and his sons. Fury walked, or rather limped, with them with the occasional help from Thor. As Odin passed, Asgardian warriors walked behind him, ready to leave this place. A few bothered to stop and pick up the fallen warriors, and when the last warrior walked out there was only S.H.I.E.L.D. members left. The agents holstered their weapons and began to tend to their fallen.
It would many hours before any of them would think to start looking for Jacobs, and when they did they found him sprarled out on the floor of the medi-center, blood around him and the ghost of his last psycotic moments fixed on his face.
One of the doctors leaned down to check his vitals, and finding none he shook his head and closed Jacobs eyes. One could have said he'd merely fallen asleep, except for the haunted, dead look his pale face took on.
"What do we do now?" One agent asked. Another shrugged but the third answered,
"Leave, and forget this ever happened."
The jeep Fury used was a pain to drive, and Fury believed that because, a, he was driving, and b, he had no idea where he was going.
The rest of the warriors Odin had brought with him had sped on ahead, but Odin was afraid traveling at that speed would finish Loki off and instead requested Fury drive them away from this place and to the Bifrost spot. No one else knew how to drive so Fury opted to take them, but driving was destroying his foot.
In the back, Odin sat with Thor at his side and Loki across his lap, the boy having given up trying to stay concious. Odin ran trembling fingers through his dark hair, a rouge finger trailing along his pale cheekbone. Loki's breath was hitched and punctured, like it was a bother to try. Odin was considering waking him up, but the dark circles under the boy's eyes stopped him. He seemed smaller and frailer than when he'd left.
For what seemed like the first time, Odin noticed the inhibitors brutally butchered into the boy's body. He fingered them delicatly, noticing the small gasps Loki made when he touched them.
"My boy..." He whispered broken heartedly, forcing his eyes to dry themselves, after all his other son was awake.
"I apologize for your sons treatment on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D. and ask for your forgiveness." Fury said soberly from the wheel. Odin was silent.
Then, "If he lives, I will forgive you, but should he perish, pray Niffelhiem doesn't treat you to terribly for your crimes." Fury nodded, figuring this was as good as he was gonna get to forgiveness.
Odin then returned attention to his son, lifting Gungnir and tapping the tip of the spear to Loki's forehead. The inhibitor buzzed, heating up. Loki cried out and Odin tapped it again, regretting having tried anything in the first place.
"You know, I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to tell my colleagues... or my superiors." Fury said after a few more minutes of awkward silence, "I doubt they'll believe that Viking gods appeared and killed the director because he was torturing their children."
"Something about you mortals is your amazing ability to put everything into your own perspective, real or not." Odin said, "But I agree, death can bring the most incredible things to light, and the most destructive. I wish for this incident's story to end here on this night, and so, small mortal, I will offer you a favor in exchange for helping my children." Fury nodded, realizing what Odin meant.
"I want this whole incident to be forgotten." He said, and Odin nodded.
The agents were tired, exhausted from the mental and physical trauma of battle and the pain of setting the bodies of their friends and coworkers to rest. The bodys were to be sent back to their families, with the explanation that they were killed during a surprise terrorist attack. All the dead agents were given medals of honor, as a sort of solance for their grieving families.
As for those still breathing, they immeadiatly began taking down the base, storing the body of the S.H.I.E.L.D. director in one of the large black trucks in a body bag. There was no one to claim him, and so the agents weren't entirely sure what to do with him.
By one a.m. they'd finished tearing the base down. Some began the long drive back to wherever they came from, others checked in for the night at hotels and motels along the way. Jacobs body was driven straight to the city mourge, with instructions to have it creamated.
And one by one, all the agents and scientists and doctors, the citizens of the city nearby, all fell asleep. They had strange dreams, the events of the past days replaying backwards, and disapearing into darkness.
When they awoke the next morning, the agents believed they were returning from a mission, a mission to terrible to think about. So they never did.
No one noticed the disapearance of misterious objects with strange symbols or data about superbeings. Magic was crafty like that, finding papers and people's tools.
Strange they never went for recording devices like cameras...
And no one claimed the small black box of ashes left at the mourge, after all, Fury was the S.H.E.I.L.D. director. The first and only.
The warriors were still waiting for their king and his children when Fury drove the Jeep up to the large armored crowd.
As soon as the vehicle stopped one of the warriors rushed forward and took Gungnir from his hands, allowing Odin to carry his unconcious child easier. Thor trudged along behind, tired and limping. One warrior followed him, in case Thor should not be able to make it to his chambers upon their arrival in Asgard.
Fury sat and watched them walk away. Sighing. Would he forget too? Or would he be forced to carry a great, amazing, secret?
Suddenelly, there was a blonde teenage boy sitting in the passenger seat, taking one of his hands. The warrior that had been following him stood there, outrage and impatience on his face.
"Thank you Mister Fury, for all you did for us." Thor said, looking at the man with great admiration, "I am certain we would have perished had you not come to our aid."
"I could have done so much more though." Fury said, smiling weakly.
"You had your responsibilites, and had you not followed them you would not have been able to continue helping me protect me brother." Thor said and Fury was surprised the child understood. Most would have seen him as a coward for not acting sooner.
"And I thank you, because I can now return to my mother and my home knowing my brother lives. That is what is important to me, not how soon you acted but that you acted." Thor continued, choking slightly on the words. He was going home, he realized, where his mother and home waited for him. Fury nodded, smiling gratefully now as he leaned over and hugged the child, who clapped him on the back. Fury realeased him and patted his shoulder gently.
"Don't ever stop looking out for your brother. Or your friends." Fury said, and Thor nodded, taking his words to heart.
"I'm serious kid, no matter what may happen, never stop looking out for your brother, never. When it comes down to it, he's all you'll have family wise. And family is everything." Thor nodded solemnly, and Fury could only hope Thor was listening intently to what he said.
The warrior coughed awkwardly.
"Goodbye, Nick Fury." Thor said, shaking his hand again, "I wish you well on your future ventures."
And just like that the kid was gone, and in another second there was a great flash of light and everything was gone.
Fury was alone in the desert, not even a black circle on the ground to offer proof of what he'd been apart of.
The base was gone, so Fury drove to the quiet town and checked himself into a motel room.
He tossed his gun and jacket onto the bed and took a shower, all the while thinking.
If he'd acted earlier, maybe he would have been able to save the kid, Loki, faster. But there was also the chance he would have been removed and Jacobs would have killed everyone. Possibly on day one.
But if he hadn't told Jacobs about the kids that day at the resturant, no one would have ended up in this mess.
But what if Jacobs had found them a little later on? The kids were so foreign to the area, to the world, they were bound to be discovered eventually.
Where they? A voice at the back of his head said, Or would they have been fine the whole time?
Of course they would have been found out, Fury had merely helped the process along.
You nearly got a kid killed! The voice snarled savegly.
That wasn't him, that had been Jacobs, and Jacobs alone.
You brought them into that situation the voice said.
Fury flopped into the bed, wrestling with the guilt that he'd nearely killed six children. All do to him following his orders.
His dreams were haunted by flashbacks of the recent events, fading into bloody nothingness that gave way to more flashbacks.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters was silent, every agent there working hard to fulfill their day's assingments.
But everyone stopped to nod at the man who walked past them, footfalls heavy and slow.
He looked tired, like sleep had been a challenge for him last night. The man wasn't sure why, he didn't even remember what he'd dreamt last night. All he remembered was that something terrible had happened last week and he didn't want to dwell on it.
But do to that event The Council had decided that S.H.I.E.L.D. needed a leader that was closer to the organization, one that they could still control, but could deal with the problems more quickly then they could.
They had chosen Nick Fury. Whether this was a wise choice or not, they would see soon in the near future.
Fury walked into a dark room, the walls covered in mounted screens. As soon as his foot entered the room, the screens flickered to life, eachone containing someone with a stern, pinched look on their face and wearing a buisness suit.
"Good morning Director Fury. Let me be one of the many to congratulate you to this promotion." One of them said gruffly.
"Good morning Councilman. And thank you." Fury said before settling down to work.
He had an organisation to run.
