The Wittrum of the Marvel Universe

"know."

"Do you know that once he arrives, he might make the whole situation even more uncontrollable?"

"know."

"Then why did you make me make the phone call?"

Nelson did not back down.

"Because he can at least save lives."

Fury remained silent.

Nelson continued:

"Director."

“We’re not talking about saving face right now.”

"It's not about whether you like Leon or not."

"We're talking about New York."

"Those who are still alive."

"And those who are fighting."

He pointed to the screen.

“Look at them.”

"How long have they held out?"

Fury looked up.

in the screen.

Steve was hit by the enemy again.

He stumbled backward.

Tony fell from the sky.

The armor slammed heavily onto the ground.

Thor's Thunder Strike has clearly weakened.

Natasha doesn't have much ammunition left.

Barton even began to retaliate with the weapons of the Zitauri.

Hulk was surrounded by dozens of enemies.

And the sky.

It was still an endless army of Chitauri.

Nelson said softly:

"They are waiting for us."

"They believe."

"I believe there are people backing them who will help them."

"And now."

"But we're considering whether to blow them up."

Fury closed his eyes.

"I don't want to beg him."

"I know."

"I don't want to owe anyone a favor."

"I know."

“I don’t want to hear him say ‘I told you a long time ago’ even more.”

Nelson couldn't help but chuckle.

"I don't want to either."

"But we had no choice."

Fury opened his eyes.

He looked at the black business card.

Pick it up.

Then I put it down.

Pick it up.

Then I put it down.

last.

He gritted his teeth.

"Damn it."

"I hate this world."

Nelson did not speak.

Fury picked up the phone.

Enter the number.

A number.

Another one.

Each time you enter a number.

His expression turned even more unpleasant.

Until the very end.

The phone was dialed.

beep--

beep--

beep--

Everyone in the command room fell silent.

Fury stared intently at the phone.

finally.

The call was connected.

A lazy voice came from the other end.

"Hey?"

Fury's lips twitched.

It's him.

It's definitely him.

Even if it's just hearing one sound.

He will never admit his mistakes.

That annoying voice.

That voice made him want to hang up the phone immediately.

Leon.

Fury took a deep breath.

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"Leon".

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

And then later.

The voice clearly carried a hint of amusement.

"Oh?"

"Isn't that Nick Fury?"

"What?"

"Has S.H.I.E.L.D. finally gone bankrupt?"

Fury's face turned ashen.

Nelson, who was standing next to him, almost burst out laughing.

Fury glared at him.

Then he continued:

"I need your help."

On the other end of the phone.

Suddenly it became quiet.

Even Leon seemed to have been caught off guard.

Fury would be so direct.

A few seconds later.

Leon's voice rang out again.

"What did you say?"

Fury gritted his teeth.

“I said.”

"I need your help."

Say it again.

Fury clenched his fist instantly.

"Leon".

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"I'm not in the mood for jokes right now."

On the other end of the phone.

Leon seemed to smile.

"No."

"I just wanted to confirm."

"The one who just spoke."

"Is it really Nick Fury?"

Fury's forehead veins bulged.

"Yes."

"Not a fake?"