Chapter 37: The Afterman
"You look like shit."
Tony laughed. "Thanks, nice to see you too, Fury. Have you killed anyone else today?"
Fury grinned. "How did it go with America?"
Tony sighed, and took a swig of his whiskey. "Not bad, but not well. I think he still doesn't know where he fits in." That Steve had been about to kill a sitting President, for reasons that didn't make sense troubled Tony. His friend-and that was what he was- was clearly not thinking right, but he wouldn't get the help he needed.
Fury sat down next to him and ordered a whiskey. "I've known men like Rodgers my entire life. They need a war to keep them going. Without the war they're nothing. Steve is a good man, but he doesn't know what he is without a fight. He needs to have something worth fighting for. And right now, he thinks that removing the orange shitbag is his best chance of getting that. The nigger in Wakanda probably fed him a bunch of lies about what this would do. The man wants him gone because of what he stands for."
Tony looked at Fury. "Do you actually like the President, Fury? I thought you hated him?" Everyone in Hollywood and in his old circles hated Trump, which was funny because they'd never hated him when they wanted his money.
"I think he's an interesting man, he's not an idiot, but he's certainly not smart. He's a useful pawn." Fury replied. The man took another swig and then said. "Regardless, Rogers is off in Asgard now isn't he?"
Tony nodded. "He boarded the flight this morning." Tony had said goodbye to the man and then come here.
"No wonder you look like shit, how long you been drinking?" Fury asked.
Tony looked at the clock on the wall. "Two hours, only on my first."
Fury whistled. "Definitely slowed down then, Pepper finally done that to you?"
Tony laughed. "Something like that. She's not here right now, so no point getting drunk."
Fury snorted. "Well enough of that, I didn't come here to gossip. I've come to tell you that our leads have gotten hotter."
Tony turned from his drink to look at Fury. "And?" He asked.
"Thor's little trick worked, Kelly has been side-lined, and Bolton's body has been discovered in the Russian ambassador's backyard. Mattis and Pompeo are leading the charge now. We might just be able to get their project shut down if we play our cards right." Fury responded.
"Was it really necessary to remove Bolton like this?" Tony asked. Murder that was not right.
Fury nodded. "Yes," a pause then he continued. "had he been allowed to continue, we would be at war with Asgard right now, and millions would die. As it is the generals want to threaten Thor with something, but they aren't sure what. I've hidden Jane Foster somewhere far away. Iran and Saudi Arabia are watching what happens with fear, Turkey is demanding revenge, Russia is creating its own supernatural beings as well." Fury took a sip of whiskey then continued. "The Avengers might be needed back together before long."
Tony laughed. "If you can find Banner, we might stand a chance. Romanov is off somewhere far away, Barton is under house arrest, Scarlett Witch and Vision serve Thor. And the others are still recovering from what happened in Sekovia."
Fury grabbed his arm then. "I don't care, find them, meet and fix this. War is coming, if not from the normal governments then from this plague infecting Europe. Portals have been opening across Europe, with hordes coming through. They are raping and pillaging in Germany, Sweden, Italy, Austria, France and other places. War is coming and the Avengers are going to be needed."
Tony sighed. He downed his whiskey, and then said. "Alright, I will see what I can do. I make no promises though."
Fury finished his drink and got up. "I know." The man paid for his whiskey then left, leaving Tony alone to sit and think about everything.
Eventually he got up and made his way to the car, he got in and then took out his phone and dialled a number he hadn't rung in a long time. "Hi Carol, how's it going?"
"What do you want, Tony?"
"I wanted to ask if you could meet, we need to talk. I think Horus might be loose."