Good Morning, Sunshine

Swinging my feet out of bed

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Accept what you are seeing.
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"I ... I ... I saw him. And you" , I stuttered, trying to get some distance between Fury and me by leaning away but that was painful. So was Fury's grip on my arms.

Being up close with him didn't make him any more attractive. Or less fearsome.

"What did you see?!" , barked Fury, his grip on me getting even stronger.

"I saw Carol. I saw you help her fight. First the Skrulls then those other guys. I don't remember their names. I saw Goose, the little red cat that wasn't a little red cat, eat people and the tesseract. What was his alienkind called again? Flerken? I saw you come up with the name Avengers for your little group of heroes" , I replied, turning my face away from Fury to keep him from breathing on my face all the time. His breath didn't exactly smell great.

He hissed angrily.

"Look at me!" , he ordered and then he shook me.

"How do you know all of this? Who are you working for? I never told anyone about Goose or the Skrulls or how I came up with the name Avengers. How do you know about the tesseract? How do you know any of this?! You shouldn't!" , he snapped.

I was pretty close to hitting my head against his to make him let me go but I decided that kindly asking him would be the better way to do it.

And less likely to get me injured.

"Would you be kind enough to let go of me? You're hurting me" , I told him.

For a second it looked like he wasn't going to do as asked but then he suddenly retracted his hands and I fell back into my pillows.

In one motion Fury turned away from me again, strolling towards the window, bringing more distance between us.

"Well, how do you know all those things?" , he asked again, his voice dead.

"I ... I saw the film. Captain MARVEL. It had agent Coulson too. And Carol beat up an eldery woman who was actually a skrull. It was a great film, showing that women, too, are strong. Oh, and everyone loved Goose the cat" , I explained, not sure how Fury would react to this. Maybe he'd accuse me of lying. Maybe he wouldn't.

"The film?" , he asked in disbelief, turning his head around to look at me, "What an interesting lie to come up with. You never cease to surprise me and I've only know you for a few minutes now."

Back out of the window he looked. I felt extremely uneasy.

"I ... It's not a lie. There were more films. About Captain America and Iron man and ... "

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. The thing is" , he turned around dramatically, his black leather coat flapping behind him, "That I don't believe you. And I'd really like to know where you get your information from. And who you're working for."

I wanted to get up and jump out of this freaking window and fall to my death and rest in peace.

We just don't always get what we wish for.

"I told you! I don't work for anyone! Verdammt! I went to the cinema, I watched films, I didn't instantaneously forget about what I saw. That's it" , I said and there was desperation in my voice. And exhaustion beyond description.