70: Nick Fury's Promotion Reward Gift Pack
Fanfic

Nick Fury, spy extraordinaire, walked into his new office July 5th, 2000, and sat down in his new chair. He was now, officially, the head of SHIELD. True the council was over him, but he knew that, if he wanted, it wouldn't be long before he took control from them.

Snickering slightly to himself at that thought, he reached for the decanter on his desk and poured himself a celebratory drink. True, he wasn't one to indulge generally, but this once, he would make an exception. Leaning back and enjoying the expensive taste of the alcohol, he sighed, then blinked, his one eye refocusing on his desk. More specifically, on the package on his desk. The one that hadn't just appeared, but also hadn't been there a moment prior. Cautiously, he reached out and plucked the note off the top, wondering what exactly was going on.

Dear Director Fury,

Congratulations on your promotion! I wish you all success in your future endeavors.

Sadly, the Future will not be so kind to you. As such, with the help of my patron, I have decided to send you this Gift Package!

As for who I am, it literally doesn't matter. I am in an alternate reality so far away, it was a miracle (and a huge cost) that permitted me to send this to you in the first place. Alternate realities are so vast and so numerous that the fiction of one world is just a chronical of another, and in my home world, Marvel Universe (bringing you such heroines as Captian Marvel, or Mar Vell, as you knew her) was a big favorite of mine, and, well… suffice it to say that I am a fan of yours, but I always thought you got handed a bad deal. Ignoring Goose scratching your eye out (and, honestly, leave that Cube alone! There are only two things it could be, and neither of them is in ANY way safe. Honestly, you are lucky the Earth still exists after Zola and Schmidt f*cked around with it so much!), you are now the head of an organization that is 90% Hydra. Yes, you are compromised. Like, majorly. Project Paperclip was NOT the shot in the arm SHIELD thought it was. Point is, I am too far away to every do anything like this again, and that INCLUDES the fact that I am stronger than 90% of the beings in your world. You thought Marvel was something? Hoo, boy! You ain't seen NOTHING yet!

Problem is, of course, that it is your job to do so, and you are WOEFULLY underequipped. As such I put together a few things for you to use.

First, there is a database of everything of particular note that you would want to be aware of. Sadly, if you read the whole thing now, you would probably break down completely (DESPITE your bad-ass attitude and strong will), and, as such, it is locked. Mostly. Some of the things, like a rundown on the major players on your level, upcoming events, and just about every shred of evidence about Hydra are all unlocked. Start from there, and, as you develop, more will be unlocked. As to what you will do with it? Hell if I know, or care! This is your game, buddy! This database will be kept in the second item, and is only accessible to you, or those you want to show it to, provided the built-in security proves them out to be someone you should trust with it. I strongly recommend you take a look at the files titled 'The Bernstein Method', 'Project: Deathlock', 'The Winter Soldier', 'The Workshop', 'Nagel, Wilfred', 'Toombs, Adrian' and 'EXTREMIS'. Super-soldiers and super-science are a solid way forward, and if you can make a standardized series of 'supplements' and gear to give your agents from mixing/combining/refining these projects, you will be… well, let's just say you'll be in a decent position. Remember the Hydra problem you have, though!

Next up, A Dream of Spies. This one is the bigger one. A Dream of Spies is what will put you on top. For the next three years, sleep with the book of that same title in your nightstand. Every night, you will find yourself in a futuristic training area that you will be the king of. It has a repository of top-notch spy tech (including some VERY interesting eyepatches you might like), top of the line shooting ranges and training instructors, situation rooms, and much more. You can enter it at any time (as long as the book is inside your nightstand) and can be trained up. For those three years, you will be trained to be a REAL spy king, much better than your current self. At the end of that time, the realm will revert to you, letting you bring in others and kick them out at will. Now, this doesn't give access to super-tech, or anything like that. Everything in here is based off who you are, what you can get, and what you can do. That means that as you and your organization grows, so will everything in A Dream of Spies. The only exception to that is the instructors, which include people like John Wick, James Bond, Sherlock Holmes, Ethan Hunt, 47, Winston Scott, and Sloan, as well as many others in the realm of spies and assassins. Again, no super-humans, or no real superhumans, but still, lots of experts. This will also hold a mainframe that contains the information promised, as well as a lot more.

Finally, a spirit refining talisman. Using this, you will be able to face your greatest weaknesses, your flaws, and your fears in combat and subjugate them. This will NOT change who you are! Instead, it will just help you function on a higher level. Your paranoia will not go away, just be focused on those who you should be paranoid at. Your sixth sense will be refined to near perfect, and your reactions will always be on point. To use, just sleep with it on your chest, folded between your hands, every night. To anyone else, it will just look like a teddy bear.

Well, that's all I can do for you. Good luck! Oh, and don't worry. Every item I have sent you is totally disinteresting to anyone but you. Complete security!

Fury leaned back and rubbed the top of his head, then closed his eyes and massaged the bridge of his nose. Leaving the Package on his desk, he got up to do a little investigating. If this checked out…

He had work to do.

(A.N. I know, 47 is a superhuman. Whatever. It fit too well to be left out.)