2014-02-20 - Cutscene: The Death of a Dream - Nick Fury

Nick Fury stood in front of his desk in his office. The SHIELD spy master s was wearing a business suit not his normal uniform. It harkened back to the early days of the organization. Fury held a tumbler of bourbon in one hand. He chewed on a lit cigar. The no smoking signs that seemed to show up in his office on a daily basis, properly filed in file 13. He watches a monitor of the service. “Damn good show they put on for you Rogers. But the first one was good too.” He said out loud to nobody, or maybe Rogers. He didn’t make a habit of talking to himself. They put you away for that in his line of work. There’s a knock on the door and Fury growls, “I’m busy, dumb ass. Go away unless you want to spend the rest of your pathetic career cleaning out latrines. “ That would send anyone below a level 3 scurrying for cover. The door opens anyway and in steps Deputy Director Timothy ‘Dum Dum’ Dugan. He was wearing proper a SHIELD uniform and his trade mark bowler. Fury wasn’t going to scare him away. They had known each other too long and been through too much. Fury replies, “Dum Dum. Just go ahead help yourself on in here. You’re getting as bad as Johnson. What you want?” Dum Dum frowns, “Screw that Nick. That kid is all you, and your handy work. Though if your serious about the latrines. Sign me up, it so many levels better than the crap I clean up now. I could take it easy a year or so before I retire.” In regards to the question, “ Bravo team is reporting Flag Smasher and Ultimatum are about to attack the party and were intercepted by the Falcon. Do we provide assistance?” Nick goes and pours Dum Dum a tumbler of bourbon. “Like hell you are. We started this together and we’ll finish it toghether.” He considers for a moment, “Is it anything Falcon can’t handle?” Dum Dum accepts the tumbler. “Hell of a ceremony for Stevie. No and from the looks of it. We might need to pull him off of them.” Fury grins around his cigar at talk about Cap, “Yup. He always got the big shows. Ain’t saying he didn’t deserve it. “ He takes his cigar out of his mouth, “Nah, tell bravo to stand down. Let Sam get his anger out.” Dum Dum goes, “And Nick?” Fury looks back to Dum Dum, “I don’t want to talk about Barnes, Barton, Natasha, Drew, Carter, Coulson, C.A.T., and I sure in the hell ain't talking about Stark..” Dum Dum looks at Nick for a moment then raises the Tumbler, “To old soldiers.” Nick raises his tumbler, “To the Howling Commandos.”