Fury's POV
How did I let all this happened? I'm fury.. Shields best agent, and I'm sitting in my office drowning my sorrows in alcohol. One..two..three bottles done. Yet there's still tears fallimg down my checks. Aren't I supposed to be the badass with no feelings, then why do I feel the most broken? I knew from the start about Sam's depression.. I don't miss much you know. Yet I did absolutely nothing. It's all my fault. I just- I just thought- I slammed my fist down on my desk out of pure rage. I just thought he would tell me. He was an amazing kid, all of them were.
Sam was the son I never had... I guess now I never will.
They are all gone.. And I could've done something. I should've..
For the first time in my life I can say this IS my first rodeo, and it's not as fun as you would think.
By the end of the night fury had drank 6 bottles. The 6 empty bottles lay on his floor all shattered, he must've thrown them against something again.
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Sam's Blade...
FanfictionSam is hiding something from the group.... Which puts his own life at risk. The secrets he's been keeping are keeping him unfocused, in pain, and unable to face his teammates.
