[The last thing Nick remembers is a figure dressed in black in the middle of the street, then an explosion and everything went upside down. Then he's waking up in a lab somewhere and it's obvious he's been drugged. It's not anywhere he recognizes, so he doesn't think it's SHIELD. Then he's back out again.
When he wakes up next, he can feel the foreign metal on his spine, and he doesn't like it. There's a monitor on a table, playing a recording. He listens, assessing the message and committing it to memory. Why has he never heard of this place? The appearance of Asgard and the Chitauri opened SHIELD up to the existence of a larger universe, but this is... Seriously, who has the kind of technology to import people from other worlds? And can they send him back. His organization is compromised, and he needs to lock it down.
Then he spares some attention for the other things on the table. His eyepatch, his clothes, his sidearm-- though, picking it up, it feels wrong. He examines it with his good eye only to find that it's a goddamn water pistol. Oh hell no.
He gets dressed, puts on his eyepatch, holsters his motherfucking water pistol, then picks up the last item on the table-- some kind of weird futuristic glasses. It doesn't take him long to work out the encryption feature, and he puts one up at 70%, figuring anyone curious enough to see what's worth hiding has got to also be good enough to crack it in order to see. Then he puts it on top of the monitor so that it's at eye-level, and begins recording.]
This is Nicholas Fury of SHIELD. I need all SHIELD personnel who can see this to report to me immediately. We are undergoing a Category One threat, and I need intel now.
[There's a chance he's the only one here from his particular world, but there's always a hope that he's not. And hoping is a risk he's willing to take.]
I repeat, I am Nicholas Fury of SHIELD. If you can see me and you know who I am, then save me the trouble of coming to find you myself and check in.
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When he wakes up next, he can feel the foreign metal on his spine, and he doesn't like it. There's a monitor on a table, playing a recording. He listens, assessing the message and committing it to memory. Why has he never heard of this place? The appearance of Asgard and the Chitauri opened SHIELD up to the existence of a larger universe, but this is... Seriously, who has the kind of technology to import people from other worlds? And can they send him back. His organization is compromised, and he needs to lock it down.
Then he spares some attention for the other things on the table. His eyepatch, his clothes, his sidearm-- though, picking it up, it feels wrong. He examines it with his good eye only to find that it's a goddamn water pistol. Oh hell no.
He gets dressed, puts on his eyepatch, holsters his
motherfuckingwater pistol, then picks up the last item on the table-- some kind of weird futuristic glasses. It doesn't take him long to work out the encryption feature, and he puts one up at 70%, figuring anyone curious enough to see what's worth hiding has got to also be good enough to crack it in order to see. Then he puts it on top of the monitor so that it's at eye-level, and begins recording.]This is Nicholas Fury of SHIELD. I need all SHIELD personnel who can see this to report to me immediately. We are undergoing a Category One threat, and I need intel now.
[There's a chance he's the only one here from his particular world, but there's always a hope that he's not. And hoping is a risk he's willing to take.]
I repeat, I am Nicholas Fury of SHIELD. If you can see me and you know who I am, then save me the trouble of coming to find you myself and check in.
Fury out.