Chapter 6- Nick Fury
Dear Fan Fiction Writers,
You're lucky your precious little fan fiction database hasn't been nuked by SHIELD, yet.
Seriously, with all the classified info that you're throwing around, I'm surprised you haven't disappeared in the middle of the night. Does secrecy, and clandestine mean nothing to you?
Not to mention, I'm sick of you guys always portraying me as the bad guy.
Do you think being me is easy? Would you like to babysit a whole bunch of superheroes who can't use the toaster (Steve), smash things ever 10 minutes with their hammer (Thor), hack into every computer software you've ever installed (Tony), regularly climb through your air vents (Natasha), and like to shoot random things just to prove what a great shot they are?
Seriously, you may think they're hot. I just think they're the most irritating people that have ever been ensembled in one room.
So, maybe sometimes I'm crabby. Maybe I'm harsher on Tony Stark than he deserves. (Doubt it, though. If a guy made all your computers play "I'm Sexy and I Know It" for 9 hours straight, I doubt you'd be very nice to him either). Maybe sometimes, I act as if I care less about the team then the world. (Oh, wait, I do.)
So, come on, writers. Cut me some slack.
Sincerely,
Nick Fury
PS. The next person who asks me if I will take them for my Padawan, will be stuck in the class cage and dropped out of the helicarrier in midair. While I laugh hysterically.