When Fury Meets the Hooligans
Summary: Nick Fury thought he was recruiting a young, but talented linguist, what he got was taken for a wild ride. A short Avenger scene that may develop into something more.
A/N: This scene came to me as I was waking up one morning. I don't know where this will lead, but I did wake up giggling. I've been wanting to do an Garion and Avenger cross but had trouble getting around the SG1 cross' Asgard Thor. So I am going to do it in true writer of fiction. . . I'm going to ignore it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth, Harry Potter or Marvel's Nick Fury. They belong to their respective creators, producers and writers and I only own the Dvds, books and comic books.
Reviews are welcomed, flames are not.
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A black limo pulled into a rustic bed and breakfast motel in upper state New York near the Canadian border. Attached to the small B and B was a barn shaped building that housed the Meadow Grove Summer Stock Theatre with several smaller cabins in the background.
Spring was in full bloom and the theatre was gearing up for a new summer stock season. The parking lot was mostly empty of cars. The few that were there were parked in designated staff parking areas.
The limo pulled up to the area marked off as "office visitors." The driver came around and opened the back door.
A tall, lean, bald man of African-American descent stepped out. He was dressed in a long black trench coat, black slacks, and Army boots. His most notable feature was the dark eye-patch covering his one eye.
As he crossed the parking lot towards the office, there was a loud explosion, as a belch of putrid green smoke poured out of the theatre complex. A trio of teens dressed in dusty t-shirts and ragged jeans erupted out of the green plumage shouting:
"WE DIDN'T DO IT!"
"WE'RE INNOCENT!"
"BLAME SNUFFLES! HE MUST'VE SET THE BOMB!"
"WE'RE JUST DOING WHAT WE WERE TOLD TO DO!"
"WE'RE OUT OF HERE!"
Nick Fury, head and director of Strategic Hazard Intervention Espionage Logistics Directorate or better known as "S.H.I.E.L.D." stopped as he watched in stunned amusement. He did debate on pulling his gun but decided not to, remembering the briefing on Williams, the young man he came to see, or rather hoped to recruit.
According to the brief he had received, Garion Williams, aged 21, was a linguist genius, musician, being able to play several instruments, as well as an actor. The young genius had gone to an elite boarding school for the gifted, but never formally finished his education. He had been tutored in almost all his studies. Williams also suffered from hyper-activity. One never knew what would come out of his mouth at any given time. His security clearance was rated to mid-grade. To think a linguistic genius lived here, and not some Ivy League College, or as an attaché to some diplomat boggled Fury's mind.
Also, Williams' brief stated that one was to expect pranks of the explosive type when he and his twin brothers were bored. Of course, these pranks were mostly harmless.
Now, he had an eye-witness account to the truth of this place.
The three teens scrambled for their custom motorcycles, grabbing their helmets and started the engines. Nick pondered about intercepting the trio as other people exited the building, coughing and shouting.
Suddenly, the parking lot was filled with exhaust smoke and the smell of burnt rubber, as three young men raced past him on their bikes. They split into one on the left, one on the right, and the third just missed him plowing straight ahead, in their bid for freedom.
Behind them, two men and a woman were shouting at them to come back and clean up their prank mess. A very beautiful woman stepped out of the office, as one of the dust-covered foul-smelling men ran up to her. "You have to do something, Sarah! Those hooligans ran off after they set off. . ."
Nick Fury mentally tagged her as Sarah Williams, mother of the escaping trio. She covered her mouth and nose, waving up the stench of dung smoke wafting off the man.
"I don't think they set the dung bomb, ma'am," came the voice of the woman, also smelling liked she stepped in something left unmentioned.
The first man rounded on the woman and the pair were off in an angry argument. "I blame their uncle…"
Sarah turned and shouted into the office, "CORY! The boys have escaped again!"
"I heard!" Cory called back. "I've called the Sheriff . . ."
"Don't forget Hermione! She's helping with the Art Festival in town!" Sarah called back.
Sounds of violent cursing could be heard as Cory disappeared back into the office.
Fury frowned. Just what had he stepped into? Maybe he should've made Coulson do this introduction, after all. He had no patience for this type of hi-jinks.
A sharp whistle caught everyone's attention. Sarah placed her hands on her hips. "Enough!" she shouted at the arguing pair. "I'll have the boys deal with it when they return. Their father will see to that! Now! Open all the barn windows and vents, and set the fans and a/c to max to air out the place. Then, take the rest of the day off."
Then an irate Sarah turned to face Nick Fury, who had been standing patiently in the middle of the lane.
"Can I help you?" she asked, tersely.
Nick Fury was at a loss for words as he stared into the hazel eyes of very attractive woman. What the hell…?
"I'm Nick Fury from S.H.I.E.L.D. I would like to talk to Garion Williams?" he asked politely, offering his business card to her. "Does this always happen?" He waved at the fading green plume, slowly fading as it rose in the afternoon sky.
She laughed as she took the card. "Sarah Williams, I'm afraid you just missed him. And yes, but don't worry, everything will be alright. Their father will handle them when they get back. Won't you come in for some tea or coffee?"
Nick sighed, of course. His target was one of the trio that had just zoomed past him. "I would rather speak to your son. . ."
Suddenly coming from where the two teens and the twenty-something had disappeared, sounds of sirens and the roar of motor bikes reverberated as they grew closer.
The briefing had included that, occasionally, a trio of teens would run wild on the back roads of this county. However, nothing was seriously done to stop them. He knew there was a state trooper academy and training grounds some distance away. They tend to treat these wild escapades as a joke, like that television show, "The Dukes of Hazzard."
The trio of bikes roared past at high speed, with a sheriff car and several state cruisers in pursuit. Fury shook his head in disgust. He would be having words with someone about letting this go on. Someone could get hurt; according to the brief, that it hasn't happened yet has been a miracle.
"There are no main highways nearby. Usually, they head for the Interstate over-pass about ten miles away, and then head back here. This area isn't highly populated, and the damage done is negligible," Sarah explained as if reading his mind. "My husband pays their fines, and they do community services. Their bikes are confiscated for a period of time. We've talked it over with the Academy and the Sheriff. The judge sets the fines and services, and we make the boys do them."
"That's it?" Nick asked in astonishment. There had to be more to this. He would have to get an agent to investigate.
"Pretty much." She shrugged.
As they talked, a red VW beetle car drove into the parking lot.
A woman, with her frizzy hair tied back in a messy bun, exited, slamming her car door.
"SARAH! I thought you had things under control, here! You assured me that those Hooligans would not disrupt the festival."
"Excuse me." Sarah ducked around Fury, as she went to soothe the irate village Librarian and the head of this year's art festival, Hermione Granger.
It took several minutes to calm Hermione down. After introducing her to Nick Fury, Hermione gave a deep sigh. "Want to bet they really didn't do it but are eager to blame Snuffles?" she asked, talking as if she knew the boys and that this behavior is normal.
"With the way they tore out of here?" came the voice of one of the theatre crew, heading for his car.
"I would believe it," another agreed. "They may not like spring cleaning, but they've never shirk their jobs when on stage."
"Yeah, they tend to make a game out of it."
Sarah also sighed and nodded. "I'll talk to their father when he gets here."
"No need, Precious," came a cultured voice walking up to the group. "Hermione, how is the festival?"
"Jareth. It was fine, until your sons almost roared into town," Hermione snarked to the tall, blond man that walked towards them. "They managed to overturn one stall and frighten several people. One child was pushed down pretty hard, but wasn't badly hurt. Be thankful they didn't run into Seth. He would've hexed them. You know how he can be."
"And who is this, Precious?" Jareth turned to the one-eyed man with an intense gaze.
Sarah rubbed her forehead, trying to stave off the headache that was starting to bloom. "This is Nick Fury from that Security Force that called the other day about Garion. This is Jareth, my husband and President-CEO of Tuatha Enterprises."
Nick Fury turned to the tall blond, who stood next to Sarah and was pulling her into a one arm hug, and offered his hand. "Mr. King. I was told you rarely are seen in public."
Jareth gave a slight shrug. "That is business. This is my family's home. Why wouldn't I be seen here?"
Fury didn't answer as he studied the couple, as the work crew drove around them. Now what should he do? He didn't know when this farce would be over with.
Sarah checked her watch and stood listening. "Well, they should be arriving back in about another five minutes. They won't go beyond the silo at the edge of the creek beyond the railroad tracks."
In the distance, they could hear sirens coming ever closer.
"Looks like it'll be a short run this time," Sarah commented, looking up at her smirking husband.
The blond stepped away from her to stand in the middle of the lane, waiting.
Fury watched in confusion.
It wasn't long before the sounds of three bikes came barreling into the parking lot, coming to a screeching halt in front of their father. All Jareth did was hold out his hand. Without protest, three sets of keys were placed in his palms.
"To the barn, boys," Sarah ordered. "You have a mess to clean up."
"We didn't do it," protested one of them.
"Doesn't matter," she said. "You've should not have bolted out of here and upset the festival. A child was hurt. March!"
The trio faced the barn, but stopped when they heard a throat clear.
"Garion Williams?" Fury asked, stepping up as the trio took off their helmets.
Fury glanced over at the trio with trepidation. Two were identical twins, wild blond hair and mismatched eyes, while the third had wild black hair and green eyes. All three took after their father in style.
"Yes, may I help you?" the dark-haired teen asked politely.
"I am Nick Fury and I want to offer a position in my organization, SHIELD."
"No thank, sir. I'm quite happy here," Garion told him as he hooked his helmet to the back of his bike and grabbed the handle bars. "Besides, I'm grounded for the next . . . what, this time?" He looked over to his father and the Sheriff.
"Three months," came the answer.
"I'm sure the judge has a bit of community service that needs to be done," the Sheriff answered with a smirk.
The trio groaned as they walked their bikes back to the Theatre.
"This sucks, and we didn't even do the prank," Garion snarked, as he walked away. Everyone could hear the unspoken, 'It's not fair!' hanging in the air.
"Don't worry boys," Jareth called out, with a smirk in his cultured voice. "Your Uncle Snuffles will get his, when he returns."
Fury shook his head as he turned to Sarah with a raise eyebrow.
"I'm afraid, my son will not be joining you. He has his place here," she told him. "Besides, with his grounding, he will be too busy."
"But it's the wrong answer, ma'am," Fury argued. "He's wasted here. Can't you see? His talents are needed elsewhere."
"I'm sorry you feel that way. The answer is still no. Now, if you'll excuse me?" she asked, turning away to head back into the office.
Jareth said nothing, as he too turned and followed her.
The Sheriff looked Fury over for a moment. "You some hot-shot government-type?"
Fury pulled out a business card and nodded. "I was hoping to recruit Williams. We have need of a linguistic of his caliber."
The sheriff studied the card for a moment. "Ain't happenin'. These folks are tight-knit. The boy gets private calls all the time for language work. He's happier here. And they don't go the Academy. It's well-known around here that the trio only escape from time to time. For the most part, it's a harmless bit of fun. They are a hyper bunch, letting off stream. A shame, a kid got hurt, though. Their father and the judge will see to their punishment. Don't worry, it'll be harsh enough for them, not to do it for a time."
"I see. Why…?"
"Allow the boys to cut loose? Easy. Normally, they are good boys. They do a lot in the community, even when they aren't doing community service. Williams escorts his mother around her many charities or book tours. Actually, the Academy pays the boys for their wild rides. Many of the recruits never had to deal with a high-speed chase before. Here, there isn't much traffic, and as long as Mr. King's willing to deal with any fall out, things are good."
"I see." Fury got the message loud and clear: 'Do not interfere. The system works; leave it.' That child could've been badly hurt, but it would not surprise him that King would be paying for all the child's medical bills.
When he settled in his limo, he reached for his cell. "Hello. I have a mission for you…"
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A/N: I had planned on making this a one-shot but I was convinced to write a scene with Phil trying his luck. So we will see as I have to write it first.
Also, I am busy sewing, I don't when the next chapter will be up and running.
Sorry. Until next time. GF with the awesome Miriam.