Project FERAL Discontinued Till Further Notice

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Steve Rodgers, or Captain America, was waiting in the hospital. Natasha Romanoff was also there, they both watched as the doctors did their work. Natasha was the first to speak, "Is he gonna make it?"

"I don't know" Steve answered, confused about the whole ordeal.

"Tell me about the shooter and his partner."

"He's fast and strong, he also had a metal arm. The dog, no wolf, had vibranium teeth. It dented my shield. But no wolf is ever that big"

As he finished, Maria Hill joined them. She stood and watched as the doctors worked on Fury. Natasha and Steve both looked at Maria, waiting for answers. "Ballistics?" Natasha asked.

"Three slugs, no rifling. Completely untraceable."

"Soviet-made"

"Yes"

A series of things happened that point on. Fury vitals were dropping, and the doctors were racing around. "He's in V-tach" a male nurse called out.

"Crash cart coming in" Another nurse called out.

"Nurse, help me with the drape" the doctor ordered, to which the nurse followed.

"BP is dropping"

"Defibrillator! I want you to charge him at one hundred."

"Don't do this to me, Nick" Natasha muttered under her breath.

"Stand back! Three, two, one. Clear," the doctor commanded, "pulse?"

"No pulse."

"Okay. 200, please. Stand back! Three, two, one. Clear! Give me epinephrine! Pulse?"

"Negative."

"Don't do this to me, Nick. Don't do this to me."
Steve turned away, not wanting to see Fury. Maria and Natasha watched the doctors as they gave up. The sound was heavy breathing and the flatlining of the machine. The main doctor asked his group, "what's the time?"

"1:03 doctor."

"Time of death, 1:03 am."

Steve looked at Fury as the doctors covered him, and he looked down at the flashcard that Fury gave to him before he was shot down.