𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 | Marauders x Avengers

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Fury is talking with the Council, four shadowy figures on screens.

COUNCILMAN: This is out of line, Director. You're dealing with forces you can't control.

FURY: You ever been in a war, councilman? In a fire fight? Did you feel an over abundance of control?

COUNCILMAN: You're saying that this Asgard is declaring war on our planet?

"No, you idiot!" Aurora rolls her eyes.

FURY: Not Asgard, Loki.

COUNCILWOMAN: He can't be working alone. What about the other one, his brother?

FURY: Our intelligence says Thor is not a hostile. But he's worlds away and we can't depend on him to help either. It's up to us.

COUNCILMAN: Which is why you should be focusing on Phase Two, it was designed for exactly this purpose.

The Avengers glare at Fury, knowing what it is.

FURY: Phase Two isn't ready; our enemy is. We need a response team.

COUNCILMAN: The Avengers Initiative was shut down.

FURY: This isn't about the Avengers.

COUNCILMAN: We're running the world's greatest covert security network and you're gonna leave the fate of the human race to a handful of freaks.

"Freaks?" Aurora scoffs. "How rude,"

FURY: I'm not leaving anything to anyone. We need a response team. These people may be isolated, unbalanced even, but I believe, with the right push, they can be exactly what we need.

COUNCILWOMAN: You believe!

COUNCILMAN: War isn't won by sentiment, Director.

FURY: No, It's won by soldiers

"That was savage," Remus comments, making Aurora chuckle, and Fury smirk.

STEVE ROGERS, alter ego of Captain America, is hitting a punching bag in a gym. He has several flashbacks of World
War Two. During his flashbacks...

CAPTAIN AMERICA (V.O): There's not enough time. I gotta put her in the water.

...he hits the bag harder, faster...

PEGGY CARTER (V.O): You won't be alone.

...he hits the bag even faster.

Steve smiles sadly hearing her voice.

SCIENTIST (V.O): Oh my God. This guy's still alive.

Steve throws the hardest punch he has left and it knocks the bag across the room. Breathing hard, Steve picks up another bag from a line on the floor and hangs it up. He begins to hit it. And-

FURY: (across the room) Trouble sleeping?

STEVE: (hitting the bag) Slept for seventy years, Sir. I think I've had my fill.

"SEVENTY YEARS!??"

"BLOODY HELL!"

Fury slowly approaches Steve.

FURY: Then you should be out, celebrating, seeing the world.

STEVE: When I went under, the world was at war. I wake up- they say we won. They didn't say what we lost.

FURY: We've made some mistakes along the way, some very recently.

STEVE: (removing hand wrap) You here with a mission, Sir?

FURY: I am.

STEVE: Trying to get me back in the world?

FURYM Trying to save it.