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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 || 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯
CARTER MUST'VE BEEN DOWN 2 SHOTS OF VODKA WHEN HE STUMBLED INTO THE KITCHEN TO FIND THE TEAM AND THE ADDITION OF NICK FURY. The tingles of the substance were helping him wind down after so long of sitting around and waiting. And it wasn't like anything else was going on at the moment. Laura had cooked everyone up some food and now, Fury was supposedly back in the picture.
"Anyone care to tell me who this is?" Fury asked, looking amongst the group.
"Carter Locke. He's from a different universe. He's helping us with our Ultron problem and trying to get his girlfriend back," Clint summarised from his spot on the couch with Laura by his side.
Carter pulled out a chair at the end of the table to the right of Natasha. Giving her a brief smile as he placed the bottle of vodka in front of him and slumped in the chair. "Something tells me if you're here, you must have agents settled where Nova is."
Fury stared at the man for a moment. "That would be a correct suspicion."
"Even if it isn't what she wants?"
"Carter." Natasha's low tone created discord for Carter to relent from his aggression toward the ex-director. Lifting his hand in surrender, he poured himself another shot of vodka and exhaled heavily. Somehow loving the burning, bitter taste to grace his throat as he stared at Fury.
It wasn't any secret that the girl's relationship with her adoptive father wasn't sunshine and rainbows. And in a lot of cases, he got to hear about the multitude of problems from all variations of Nova. He knew enough for him to hold his own opinion of the man.
"Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time," Fury stated. "My contacts all say he's building something. The amount of vibranium he made off with, I don't think it's just one thing."
