Bless The Broken Road

Fury's Tough Week

Fury had received the information about a secret Hydra base only a week ago. The source had been trustworthy so he'd wasted no time in sending in a group of agents to destroy the base and all their illegal operations. He'd been expecting news about the base's destruction, some blackmarket gun sales or maybe even a killer robot. What he hadn't expected was for his agents to return a few days later, Hydra now destroyed, with a child in tow.

According to the team he'd sent in, the boy had been the only child on the base. He'd been locked up in some containment pod, blissfully asleep whilst they'd raided the place and killed the terrorists left, right and centre.

The entire flight back the boy had been asleep. It had only been when the jet had landed and they were trying to move the child to a secure location that he woke up and started freaking out. Fury had been there throughout the entire ordeal, watching as some chubby faced toddler had cried out for his mother and screamed bloody murder.

They still had no information about the kid several days into him living in SHIELD's headquarters. All they knew was that he was a brown haired child who had a habit of sneaking off undetected. To this day, Fury had no idea how that boy managed to get out of his locked room and run havoc around HQ. Despite his annoying habits, Fury actually liked the kid. (He never said that out loud though).

"Sir," an agent spoke through the intercom, breaking Fury out of his thoughts. "Mr Stark has arrived, he demands he sees you."

"What could Stark possibly want?" Fury barked back. He'd only met Howard's son less than a handful of times and never in proper meetings but he doubted there was anything he could do for Tony Stark.

"He neglects to say sir."

From experience, Fury knew it was best to just deal with Stark's straight away. Things were only made worse if you let them simmer. "Send him in." Fury paused for a second. "And the boy, where is he?"

"Last known location was in his room, i believe he was having a nap."

"Good," Fury mumbled just as Tony Stark barged into his office. The last thing he needed was to answer questions as to why a 4 year old was running around HQ. It would be even more infuriating considering no one had the answers for why either. "Stark, what a pleasure." Fury gave the billionaire a sarcastic grin.

"You must Director Fury?"

"Call me Fury," he leaned back in his chair, eyeing Tony Stark with his one good eye. "We have met several times but you must've been too young . . . or inebriated to remember."

Tony scoffed. "I must've been."

"What can i do for you Stark? I'm guessing you didn't come to say hi."

"I want to talk about Peggy Carter. Or more specifically, her son."

Fury leaned forward in his seat, his frown growing. "And what exactly is it you want to talk about that has to do with her son?"

"Let's just say that i'm willing to give a large donation for you to open up investigation into that closed department."

"Stark, i don't know if you know this but it's been 55 years since that boy went missing— as i'm assuming you're talking about Agent Carter's abducted son, correct? The case is closed."

"It isn't closed until he's been found." Tony pressed, his buisness attitude breaking out.

"None of the agents have the time nor funding to look into a cold case." Fury shook his head. Out of all the things he'd expected Stark to say, this hadn't even crossed his mind. But then again, Fury shouldn't have been surprised. For his entire career he'd known that Stark's tended to have a soft spot for Peggy Carter.