CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
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S.H.I.E.L.D Hellicarrier
Sitting in his office quietly with a glass of 1907 Heidsieck that had been found at sea from a shipwreck, Nick Fury was enjoying a few moments of peace and quiet. At the moment, no-one was trying to take over the world (at least in a way that would actually be a threat) there was no incoming alien invasion or threats of a nuclear war (which happened more often than the public would ever know) and he was thoroughly enjoying it…..which, of course, was when his phone rang.
Only a few select people in the world had his private cell-phone number, one being Captain America Steve Rogers (he had given his number to the man-out-of-time) one Tony Stark, or Iron Man (who had somehow HACKED his phone number) Bruce Banner, Charles Xavier of the X-men, and Victor Creed, aka Sabretooth, whom he hadn't heard from in years and years and years.
Quickly and calmly, he answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"It's Creed."
"Well, well, well. Look who's back in civilization. Last I knew you were in full feral mode, probably even unable to remember WHAT a cell-phone even was let alone how to use one." Nick said smoothly, grinning.
A low, menacing growl was his response, then;
"We need to talk, Fury."
Nick stretched his legs out infront of him, swirling his glass of wine. "So talk."
"Face ta face." Victor added.
Nick waited an appropriate amount of time before responding. "Now, why would that be, my feline friend?"
Victor let out another warning growl. "You're not a mutant, Fury."
Nick Fury raised an eyebrow in slight confusion mixed with curiosity. "Your point being?"
"My point being I'm going to talk to you so either give me the coordinates to your stupid-a$$ flying machine!"
"It's called a hellicarrier, Creed." Nick said smoothly. "And what's with the sudden fascination with myself not being a mutant?" When only silence greeted him, Nick Fury chuckled. "I'm afraid I'm not about to set down my hellicarrier when I don' t even know what's going on, Creed. For all I know this could be a trap."
The growl over the phone grew. "Either you land that d*mned machine where I can talk to ya, or I'll hijack the Blackbird and track you down myself." Victor threatened. Then he lowered his voice even more. "But that would make me angry at you, Fury, and you don't want me angry at you."
Nick rolled his eyes. The Captain of S.H.I.E.L.D. had been on the battlefield himself, had operated as a secret agent for centuries since World War 1. The muscled brawn of the once former Magneto didn't faze him a bit.
"Oh, and something else I forget to mention, Fury….." Victor said and Fury could almost see the evil, self-satisfied smile on the feline ferals face. A cold trickle ran down the Captains spine, his instincts kicking into overdrive. Nick Fury may not have been a mutant, but he had centuries of instincts and experience that served him well, and right now he knew that the Sabretooth was up to something.
"Either you do as I say, or all yer accounts will be wiped clean."
Nick Fury relaxed back in his chair. The furball was pure bluff, that was all. No-one except himself knew where all his assets and money were, scattered in banks throughout the world, some in cold hard cash, some in diamonds, some in oil, and even others in precious gems.
"Know'n you, Fury, you probably think I'm playing, don't ya?" Creeds voice came onto the phone. "Should I give you a list?" When the feral mutant began rambling off a list of bank names, some not even known to the public, Nick Furys glass of 1907 Heidsieck fell to the ground, shattering. The Captain of S.H.I.E.L.D felt his lunch of Wagyu Steak and Matsuke mushrooms want to come up his stomach and revisit the open-air, and NOT through a toilet.
"What…..how….."
"I need to meet you…..now."
Then Victor hung up the phone, leaving the infamous Nick Fury shaking with both rage and fear.
CITATIONS:
"Most Expensive Wines in the World." The Most Expensive Journal. The Most Expensive Journal, n.d. Web. 8 Jun 2013. /wine-bottle.
"Shipwrecked 1907 Heidsieck
$275,000
These hundred year old bottles of Champagne from the Heidsieck vineyard in Champagne took over eighty years to reach their destination. Shipped to the Russian Imperial family in 1916, a shipwreck off the coast of Finland caused this champagne to be lost at sea until divers discovered over 200 bottles in 1997. Now they're finally being sold to wealthy guests at the Ritz-Carlton hotel in Moscow, at least. Of course, the wine's extraordinary tale and incredible age are what makes it the world's most expensive wine.
"Most Expensive Wines in the World." The Most Expensive Journal. The Most Expensive Journal, n.d. Web. 8 Jun 2013. /wine-bottle.
"Worlds' Top Ten Most Expensive Food." The Most Expensive Journal. The Most Expensiver Journal, n.d. Web. /foods