CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
LIGHTBULB!
[AN: The Citations for the last chapter are going to be included in this chapter because I forgot to do them in the last chapter. (pauses and re-reads sentence) Yeah, that makes sense.]
Also, I'm still stuck on how to incorporate Steve and Bunny into this story so…..I'm stalling. Here's a Nick-Fury chapter instead. Dun dun duuuuuun.
PPPS: I know this is a short chapter, I'm sorry guys. But it's better than no chapter at all, right?
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It was a very RARE occasion when Nick Fury didn't know what to do, when he didn't know the appropriate action to take. This was one of those rare occasions and, as usual, during these rare occasions, Nick Fury began to vent out loud.
"Great, so I've got a feral mutant with super-healing, super senses, speed, agility, and about three (3) inch claws, who is most likely NOT the stupid brute he's made everybody believe he is coming after me."
The soldiers beneath him stared determinedly at their consoles and worked. When Nick Fury got into one of these rants, it was best to keep quiet, keep your head down, and avoid eye-contact.
Now, Nick Fury was no fool. Being the Captain of S.H.I.E.L.D, he didn't have that luxury, and his mind kept going back to one key sentence that had occurred in his 'conversation' with Victor Creed, aka Sabretooth.
`You're not a mutant, Fury.`
In that statement lay great importance, he could sense it; not with telepathic powers or some kind of mutant sixth sense, but with the experience of all the years he had lived.
`You're not a mutant, Fury.`
Alright, so what was about him not being a mutant that so interested "The Butcher"? It wasn't like he had any powers…
Then Nick Furys brain jogged.
To Sabretooth, who didn't age, wouldn't it look like he, Nick Fury, was immortal? But he wasn't a mutant. THAT was what the feral furball most likely wanted! To know how he stayed young! But why would he need to know that when he didn't age himself!?
There was another puzzle piece around that he had to be missing.
This time, he addressed one of his soldiers. "David!"
The soldier in question jumped in his seat. "Y-yes sir?" He was one of the newer recruits, and still a little jumpy.
`Time to see if the kid really has what got him this job.` Fury thought. "Does 'Der Schlater' have any relationships of the kindly nature towards any person besides the Wolverine?"
The newbie looked at him as if he had lost his marbles. "Um, I don't believe so, Sir. This is Sabretooth, after all."
Nick Fury snarled impressively, striding forward. "You don't BELIEVE so, or you KNOW so!? Are you prepared to stake your life on the fact that this b*stard Victor Creed does not, in fact, have any feelings for anyone non-immortal!?"
The newbie David gulped. "Well, I'd at least stake my left pinky-finger on it, Captain."
Nick blinked at him, a little startled. Someone else muffled a snort.
Nick Fury gave the newbie his fiercest glare, pleased when the young soldier looked suitably cowed. "Well, FIND OUT!"
David the newbie stuttered out a; "Y-y-yes Sir." And then the Shield Captain stalked acrossed the room again. "Someone get me Charles Xavier on the phone…..NOW!"
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CITATIONS: (for last chapter) (Information on Anemia)
Salvo, Susan. Mosbys Pathology for Massage Therapists. 2nd Edition. St. Louis, Missouri: Mosby Elsevier, 2009. Print.