(Here's the next chapter guys.)
OfficialUSMWriter: He tried. You'll see what happens with Fury.
Ultimatrix bearer: Haha, nice. Well it was originally at the Empire State Building, so he thought he should check if was still there.
Man285: Thanks.
Death Fury: Thanks.
Chapter 38: Right at Home
(Unknown location)
Director Fury slowly wakes up, groaning in pain.
"Uhhh…unh…huh? Ah hell…" Director Fury groaned as he regained consciousness, then grunted at what had helped woken him up.
(You've Got a Friend in Me by Randy Newman plays)
He tried to facepalm himself, but he suddenly found out his arms were bound. He gasped and growled as he realized he was tied to a table while he struggled to get free.
"Goddamn it." Director Fury groaned in pain and annoyance.
"You've got a friend in me! You've got a friend in me!" A familiar, sickening voice sang.
'Ohhh nnooo…' Director Fury groaned in his mind.
Goblin-Spidey walked into the room singing the song, his voice singing the song sounded like a mix between the hissing of a feral cat and the squeaking hiss of a bat. The awful noise was mixing horribly with the song.
'God…fucking…damn….it…' Director Fury groaned in his mind.
Goblin-Spidey danced and sang along to the song like a madman. Fury's one eye rolled into the back of his head in bitter annoyance and frustrating pain. Goblin-Spidey pushed a volume button on the radio playing the music, lowering it a few clicks.
"Director Fury, so wonderful to see you up ad about…well…you know. Heh heh heh." Goblin-Spidey chuckled.
Director Fury was silent, not even acknowledging the twisted version of one of his best agents. Goblin-Spidey raised a scaly eyebrow in curiosity. He grinned wide, his serrated shark-like teeth open for anyone to see.
(I've got just the trick, heh heh.)
He pulled out a feather and began tickling Director Fury, but the man showed no acknowledgement or notice of the action.
(Damn…I thought that would work…)
Golbin-Spidey began singing loudly in Fury's left ear, and the man's one good eye opened it shock. He growled in annoyance.
"What the hell is this, Parker?!" Director Fury growled in pain.
"YYYEEESSS! Hahaha!" Goblin-Spidey cackled in triumph.
"What…the hell…is this?!" Director Fury hissed.
"Your torture session." Goblin-Spidey replied.
'...Really?!' Director Fury screeched in his mind, his good eye instantly changed to have a blank expression.
"Hahaha! The look on your face is priceless!" Goblin-Spidey laughed, patting the man's left side of his face.
Director Fury had been through various kinds of torture and had been trained to withstand it…but they never prepared him for…something…like this.
"So Nick, who have you left in charge while you went on guys' night out?" Goblin-Spidey asked, his posture and voice nonchalant.
Director Fury didn't reply, choosing not to give away his organization's tactical position.
"Tell me, Nick! Who is it?! Tell me! Please?! Pretty please, with a cherry on top!" Goblin-Spidey cackled in a mock begging tone, a wide grin across his face.
'Really?' Director Fury scoffed in his mind.
The man was silent, not even looking at his torturer.
(Ohhhh come oooonnnnn!)
Goblin Spidey grinned as he picked up the radio and brought it over to the man. He raised the volume on it, the song playing even louder. Nick Fury's one good eye twitched in annoyance. The song pounded in his ears, Fury tried to make a sound to not give any signs that what was going on is getting to him. However, he was getting progressively annoyed and frustrated by the song.
'Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!' Director Fury growled in his mind, his face slowly revealing his boiling anger.
He could handle physical pain, hell he wished this torture session would be physical torture…but no…Goblin-Spidey did something his former self did on a whole new level: annoy the living hell out of the man.
"I have all the time in the world, Nicky boy. Oh wait! Hold on! Hahaha!" Goblin-Spidey laughed as he suddenly rushed off.
Director Fury grunted in confusion and several minutes later Goblin-Spidey came back into the room and sat down with a huge bag of popcorn.
'SERIOUSLY?!' Director Fury bellowed in his mind.
"Heh heh heh, you don't mind if I stay and watch the show do you?" Goblin-Spidey laughed, a sadistic, amused grin spreading across his face.
'Just…fucking…great…I'm his goddamn entertainment!' Director Fury groaned in annoyance within his mind.
Goblin-Spidey hungrily scarfed down the popcorn, eyes keenly watching the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. struggle with this most irritating and unusual form of torture. He wanted to bash his head against a wall hard and repeatedly, without holding back any force at all. The song was playing over and over and over and over again. Director Fury's one good eye kept twitching in terrible irritation and annoyance. He was a no nonsense guy, preferring no jokes and fooling around. He showed little to no emotion…or than those linked with anger. He wanted to roar and bellow to shut the damn thing off, but he couldn't give him what he wanted. Instead he struggled against the bonds holding him down, doing his best to fight back against his captor.
"Oooohh! What fun! Keep struggling! Keep struggling! Hahaha!" Goblin-Spidey giggled in sadistic glee then raised the volume on the radio.
Director Fury grunted as he struggled against the bonds, but he couldn't break them. He hollered and squalled as he tried to get out of the links binding him.
"Good show! Good show! But those bonds are made of iron, Nicky. You're not breaking out of those." Goblin-Spidey laughed, clapping in mockery as he reveled in Fury' frustration.
"What…the hell…do you want?" Director Fury groaned.
"I'm glad you finally asked, Director." A familiar, chuckling voice said.
Director Fury and Goblin-Spidey turned to see the Green Goblin suddenly standing in the room.
"We wanted to see if you were worthy of putting up a big enough struggle to determine if you could be a part of the Goblin Games." The Green Goblin chuckled.
"The what?" Director Fury grunted.
The two Goblins grinned widely then began laughing in sadistic, terrible glee.
To be continued…