All of Me - Agent's of S.H.I.E.L.D

Chapter 63

 

This chapter contains scenes from Captain America - Winter Soldier.

 

CHAPTER 63

1st April 2014

DC, Triskelion - 07:34 p.m - Director’s Office

Steve entered Nick Fury’s large wide open office and stormed towards his desk. Nick was facing his large windows, looking out at the view. “You just can’t stop yourself from lying, can’t you.”

“I didn’t lie,” the Director shot back, not turning in his chair. “Romanoff had a different mission than yours.”

Steve approached the desk. “Which you didn’t obliged to share,” he informed the old spy, pissed off.

“I’m not obliged to do anything,” he informed the Super Soldier in his ‘I don’t give a damn’ attitude.

“Cause hostages could have died, Nick,” he informed the Director.

Nick finally turned around in his chair, facing the Super Soldier. “I sent the greatest Soldier in history to make sure that didn’t happen,” he supplied, leaning forward on his desk.

“Soldiers trust each other,” Steve replied. “That’s what make it an army, not a bunch of guys running around shooting guns…”

Nick began stand. “Last time I trusted someone, I lost an eye. Look, I didn’t want you doing anything you weren’t comfortable with. Agent Romanoff is comfortable with everything.”

“I can’t lead a mission when the people I am leading have missions of their own,” Steve pipped up.

“It’s called compartmentalization,” the old spy informed the younger man standing in front of him.  “Nobody spills the secrets because nobody knows them all.”

Steve forced a smile. “Except you,” he gestured, clenching his jaw and glaring at the older man.

Nick stood tall as he stared down the man out of time. “You’re wrong about me,” he expressed stoic. “I do share. I’m nice like that.”

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Nick and Steve entered the elevator off Nick’s office.

“Insight Bay,” Nick voiced as they entered the elevator.

‘Captain Rogers doesn’t have clearance for Project Insight,' a female computerize voice replied from a screen off the doors.

Nick was leaning against the railing of the glass elevator that had an amazing view of DC below them. “Director overwrite … Fury, Nicholas J.”

‘Confirmed,’ the voice replayed. The elevator then started traveling down in silence.

A few seconds passed before Steve finally spoke up, needing to fill the silence. “You know, they use to play music.”

Nick turned his eyes onto the blonde Soldier. “Yeah,” he replied with a slight chuckle. “My grandfather operated one of these things for forty years. My granddad worked in a nice building, made good tips. He’d walk home every night, a roll of ones stuffed in his lunch bag. He’d say ‘hi’ people would say ‘hi’ back … time went on neighbourhood got rougher. He’d say ‘hi’ they’d say ‘keep on steppin’ grandad got to grippen that lunch bag a little tighter.”