CHAPTER FORTY-SIX…..OR FORTY-FIVE…:
Victor Creed Meet Agent Coulson
AN: I know this chapter is super-short, guys, but I'm posting the above chapter and this on the same day, so I hope that makes up for it. Besides, Coulson deserves his own chapter. :D
And, as for the chapter title, I kind of messed up the order of chapters when I entered in that authors note…..so it's gotten a touch confusing. Heh heh. (rubs the back of her head in Goku style)
NICK FURY'S HELLICARRIER
They had to have known he was coming, even if he hadn't left his little warning on the phone with the old one-eye, so he was expecting perhaps a legion of soldiers on the hellicarriers surface, maybe some kind of blockade. He was both surprised and disappointed and even slightly insulted when he saw one man standing on the surface of the hellicarrier waiting for him.
He was an utterly plain man, completely ordinary. His suit was a no-nonsense grey, his leather loafers black, hair a mousy-brown and face just a little weak looking. He looked like any other joe-schmoe.
Victor sniffed the air, scenting for mutation and didn't find any. He gave off an impressive growl as he stalked towards the man, teeth barred claws unsheathed. "What the hell kind of welcome is this!?"
The man tactfully ignored his anger, making Victor even more furious. "Captain Fury is waiting for you below, Mr. Creed, if you'll please follow me."
When the man turned his back on him—turned his back on HIM, Victor f*# % Creed—Victor lashed out, grabbing the man by his shoulder, claws unleashed. The more human part of Victors mind felt his respect for the ordinary man go up a few notches. Despite the fact that he had his claws almost impaled in the mans shoulder, he could smell no fear. No terror.
"The sooner you follow me the sooner you can talk to Captain Fury." The man said calmly, looking over his shoulder. "And if you don't let go of me," his voice lost none of it's calm "I'll simply taser you with this." Out of his pocket, Mr. Joe Schmoe drew a small black rectangular box. "Do you like it? It's made especially for ferals. Shoots over a thousand times more electricity than needed to stun a normal man. Even with your healing factor, it will knock you cold for a couple of hours."
Victor snarled, showing his teeth. "I could rip your head off your shoulders before you even managed to get me with that thing."
The man simply smiled—SMILED!
"Ah, but then you'd be dead and you'd never get what you want. By the way, I'm Agent Coulson. It's nice to meet you."
Victor felt as if he had been mentally hit by a mac truck. `Well I'll be damned….. A frail with a spine.`