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nick shows up at your door, calls you a fucking idiot, and then disappears.

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fury was glad when logan actually showed up, even more when the old soldier decided to humour him to even order food, and not just show up, threaten him--or be threatened--and leave. maybe it was just nick's devilish charm. it was always funny to him when people seemed to wanna compare him to the guy that makes deals, trapping people in things they don't understand till its too damn late. wasn't too inaccurate, at least not for him when he was younger--but not too much younger.

the ex-colonel watched him look through the menu; he hoped he had caught the weapon wolverine in not just a good mood, but also one that would lead to him agreeing with him. it was a difficult balance to get that right, knowing what he was going to start yapping about the second they both got their food and got comfortable. why did it remind him so much of those times he got his soldiers all happy and fed just to tell them something fucked was gonna go down? maybe that's just how it had to go sometimes.

" oh yeah? plannin' to take a bite from my meal, logan? "

a smirk formed over his lips as he looked down at the menu, then pushed his hands on the table to heave himself up to stand once logan had settled enough that he may not get back up. he wanted a plate of breakfast meats? damn, well he would have to order it for him! he didn't mind paying at all, he was the one inviting logan, after all. the old man--older than nick himself--was his guest, after all. how long did he stand there, just staring at logan with a goofy expression while his eyes showed a certain hardiness to them. maybe he was there for a couple of seconds, maybe less, maybe longer, maybe a minute. analyzing and taking time to refine his thoughts, then letting out a boisterous sort of laugh--loud enough to spook the guy at the counter--then walked away to go order their food.

telling logan about certain things was always difficult, maybe more difficult than telling the others, hell even steve wasn't all that bad at revealing horrendous secrets to. with the wolverine it was always a different story, always like walking around a landmine while not being able to get too far away. having to be just inches from the blast zone, risking a twitch out of place and it all goes down in shambles. sometimes he wished he didn't see him that way, that nick could just look at an old friend and see a friend, a comrade, a soldier in arms. and yet, he couldn't just ignore the landmine just below his feet. he couldn't ignore the claws, or the weapon he could have and had been and probably will be.

when he came back to the table, he drew himself down in a sloppy motion, then sighed and straightened his back. proper, defined, and it showed in his words the tonal difference. he would have liked to wait till the food got there, but sometimes he didn't have the patience to wait, nor did he know if the wolverine was gonna have it either. both of them knew this wasn't just a horrah with some good drinks--this place didn't even have alcohol. not that it would work too well on either of them--at least nick could get drunk, it took more than healthy amounts to make logan tipsy if that. no, this was business.

" alright. i ain't shield anymore, you know that. not director, not even council, none of that. "

preface with a truth, before he even tried to lie. he wasn't even sure if he was going to have the stomach to, leaving out details wasn't exactly lying, was it? it was just saving the heartache, saving the looks.

" but a lotta my choices when i was director are still impactin' things. recently, something came up, and i need to know i can trust you to handle it if it comes to it. you got my back most the time, don't you? "

even when he didn't want to, even after everything nick's done. he trusted that logan would fall into line, fall to listening to him like a well trained dog. he hated to look at him that way, but sometimes he couldn't help it. just had to hope it didn't end too badly, just had to hope that the x-men before him would give the benefit of the doubt.

As a rule, being called up by him always resulted in a headache and some uncomfortable feelings brewing in the stomach.

Unsurprisingly, today was no different. Logan had gotten a few texts, and then an address, just some hour or so ago. He’d debated on answering them or even going to the trouble of driving out up until five minutes before the requested time, but had ultimately gave in when Fury sent another text marking that he could tell Logan was reading his messages (truthfully, Logan had forgotten that was a setting). At that point, it didn’t seem too reasonable to keep ignoring it, even if it would be (basically literally!) sticking it to the Man to just not show up after clearly acknowledging the prompting of a meeting. Like it or not, he did owe something to Nicholas, and Nicholas right back at him. Old friends, old rivals, old co-workers; old manipulations and pains and cares and comforts.

Of course, putting off the decision of going til last minute had made Logan late. As he’d hopped out of his truck, boots thunking down onto the ground, he’d already seen the side of Nicholas’ head waiting inside for him. With some amount of effort, Logan forced himself to walk in, hands in pockets, and expression tight but posture loose. He’d shuffled into the booth bench across from his companion, more than slightly uncomfortable with how his back was facing the entrance. At least he had his senses. There’d been some long silence after that, until Logan had requested Nicholas to hand him one of the too-sticky, laminated menus.

While Logan read over it, barely paying attention as his eyes skimmed around, Nicholas had begun to talk beyond just a brief greeting. Logan listened more than he observed the menu (he was just a bit pissed that Nicholas had convinced his sorry ass to come to a place that didn’t serve booze—), but that wasn’t saying very much at all. With Nicholas’ comment about the cook, Logan straightened up, his leather gloves squeaking against the booth seat as he situated, and looked over. Well, Fury hadn’t been wrong, the man looked disheveled; which slightly explained the minute scent of skunk weed that had permeated into Logan’s senses. But Logan had never cared about that sort of thing— he was much more interested in whatever reason it was that Fury had called him here. This was not a social call (it never really was with the ex-director), as something closer to that would have been private or teeming with alcohol; so it was a discussion about something real. Logan wanted to know what.

But Nicholas Fury wasn’t the only one who could play it cool, even with high stress. Logan was plenty capable. They could both feel each other out— in a tense, as close to normal as they could get sort of way, even if Logan would have preferred it to just be spit out already. Damn bastard Fury was, making Logan play his games. The Wolverine nodded his head down and glanced back at the menu. At least this place mostly smelt alright.

“You should get a waffle. I ain’t ever sayin’ no to a full plate of breakfast meats, though.” Logan looked up and gave a smirk to Nicholas, though his expression remained tense (something that wouldn’t always be read as just stress and anger, but also genuine worry, by some closest to him) and his fist became slightly clenched under the table. “If yers smells so good, maybe I’ll see how I’m feelin’ then.”

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@legion-transcendent asked:

"Been curious," David says, scratching at the back of his head. "Do y' have a file on me?" Yes, David has just teleported right into Nick Fury's office. Yes, this is a massive breach of S.H.I.E.L.D security, and no, David does not care. No one died on his way in, and he's not expecting to kill anyone on the way it. This should go smoothly. He has questions and concerns. Who is better to talk to than the big man in charge? [from legion-transcendent, wanna see if Fury has contingencies for Legion.]

oh what the hell. well this wasn't as unlikely as it should be--people popping into his office randomly with seemingly no thought of oh yeah, this might be a bad idea. still, even after the initial shock of it, he seemed to mostly relax; if not for the slightly irritated expression that permeated over his face. stiff posture that had him leaning forward halfway over his desk, lessened as he leaned back into his chair and let it slide back a few millimeters.

alright. david haller, great. he was glad he was a paranoid piece of shit, this wasn't the real fury, not right now, it was an lmd--one he kept in his office or nearby. still, there was always still a risk around dangerous individuals like this--weapons of mass destruction, if you asked him.

" do i? " a shrug of his shoulders, then letting his hands fall behind his head as he crossed one leg over the other. of course he had a damned file on legion, he'd be insane not to.

" i gotta file on e'ryone, ya think you'd be n' exception? "

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part of his job--retired or not--always seemed to come down to preventing a shit show. the act of stepping in before something worse happens; before disaster strikes and everyone gets hurt--with more or less severe consequences, depending on the situation. he would think that those situations would have concluded completely by now--let hill handle it, or daisy, or steve; or christ anyone he knew either in shield or associated with it. all of the damn heroes in the world, every different kind of avenger or x-men; whoever, really.

and yet, now here he sat in some diner that was up way too late--so late that he could hear the crickets outside and there was not another soul in sight aside from the cook in the back who was no doubt waiting for one of them to come up and finally order. how long had they been sitting there?

fury wasn't an lmd; he was him. basic human with a jab of super serum and who knows what else since coming back from being something unseen. but in the end, what was he? just a guy. a guy with a bigger closet than anyone in the world probably, with a hell of a lot of skeletons hidden deep in it; and right now his company was about this close to taking a step in and slashing his claws against the many bones he had sought to hide from anyone's eyes. he wasn't surprised, just hoping he can avoid a bigger fallout.

" y'know, this place's got some good ass waffles. n' we both got discount, y'know? should probably order 'fore the cook up there falls asleep. "

nick snorted out a laugh as he stared with slightly narrowed eyes. he was going to avoid the subject as long as possible; gauge how logan's feeling first.

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something i've noticed with fury's character when interacting with masked heroes--and something i'll make a larger post about on a later date--is that he seems to be very respectful of not only keeping secret identities, well, secret...but also treating someone differently depending on whether they're wearing the mask or not; even after he learns about someone's secret identity. there's a separation of personhood between the identities that fury finds very important.

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" oh m' sure, n' who's in this exclusive duck club, huh? "

          “ sure, you can settle for the goose club, or whatever. the duck club, however, is extremely exclusive. ”

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@belayadeaths asked:

you cannot be a member of the duck club.

" whar? "

" girlie, i ain't needa be apart o'no 'duck club', when m' apart of th'GOOSE club. "

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i usually never do this but uhhh if you would like to ship!! like this post <3 or reach out. or smth !!

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alright guys. LIKE this for a STARTER ! lengths will vary . multis please specify.

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it's pride month. can we talk about how military guys in marvel are the gayest motherfuckers. fury's ex list is huge bro

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just like nick, i love ruining people's days with my presence <3 /j

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deathlok ( 2/? )

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mighty avengers ( 2/? )

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i will take any opportunity to have fury breaking and entering.

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like for an ask mayhaps? could be from a meme, could just be me writing whatever comes to mind.