Fury stood still for a long moment. The hum of the Helicarrier was the only sound in the room.
Hill looked down, unable to meet his eye. Around them, a few agents wiped their faces or clenched their fists, trying to stay focused on their work.
Fury finally spoke, his voice low and rough. "I see."
He turned back to the main screen, watching the data streams settle as the ship's systems slowly came back online. "Make sure his body is secured and taken to medical. He deserves proper respect."
Hill nodded quietly. "Yes, sir. I'll handle it."
As she left, the door slid shut behind her, leaving Fury alone in the dim light of the control deck.
He leaned on the console with both hands, staring down at the flashing readouts. Then, slowly, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small pack of bloodstained Captain America trading cards—the ones Coulson always carried.
He turned them over in his hand for a few seconds, his expression still.
"He believed in you," Fury muttered under his breath. "In all of you."
He placed the cards on the table, beside the SHIELD insignia burned into the metal.
Then he straightened, his face hard again.
"Get me a line to all active Avengers," he said to the comms officer. "We're done reacting. It's time to move."
"and call Alex Morrow, If Fury wants War now he gets one" Fury said, although his voice was clam but in his eyes there was undeniable anger, hidden but it was there,
The officer nodded, and the room came alive again—orders being given, systems recalibrated, engines roaring to full power.
The mourning wasn't over. But SHIELD had a mission again.
Alex sat in his small clinic in Hell's Kitchen, the familiar scent of antiseptic mixing with the faint hum of machinery. The city outside was loud as ever—sirens, arguments, and the occasional distant explosion—but in here, it was calm.
He had just finished stitching up a street kid's arm, wrapping the bandage carefully before patting his shoulder. "Stay off rooftops for a few days," Alex said with a faint smirk. "You're not Daredevil."
The kid laughed weakly, muttering thanks before leaving with one of Alex's nurses, Maria, who handled most of the paperwork. Alex exhaled, stretching his shoulders. Running this underground clinic wasn't easy, but it was quieter than SHIELD's endless chaos—and quieter meant fewer corpses.
He was wiping the blood off his gloves when his phone buzzed on the counter. He glanced at the screen: FURY.
Alex frowned. "Guess peace never lasts long," he muttered, answering as he tossed the gloves into the bin. "Yo, Fury. Another mission already? You know I just got out of the last one."
On the other end, Fury didn't respond right away. The silence stretched long enough to make Alex's instincts tighten. Then Fury's voice came through—low, controlled, but heavy."Loki attacked. We lost Coulson."
The cloth in Alex's hand froze mid-wipe. For a few seconds, he didn't say a word. His expression darkened, eyes narrowing slightly. "…What did you just say?"
"Coulson's gone," Fury repeated, slower this time. "We didn't get there fast enough."
Alex's eyes frowned. "Why the hell didn't you call me? You know what I can do—if I'd been there—"
"It was my mistake," Fury cut him off quietly. "We thought we could contain Loki with what we had. Turns out, even with everything you've given us—those Demon pets, I thought we are now strong enough but—it still wasn't enough."
Alex stared at the floor, anger simmering under his calm. His tone dropped. "You said it yourself, Fury. It was your mistake."
There was a pause. Then Fury said, "I'm not calling for you to lecture me. I'm calling for you. We're regrouping. I want you with the Avengers."
Alex let out a slow, frustrated sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You really know how to drag me back into the mess, don't you?" He turned toward the window, the neon lights of the city reflecting off his eyes. "Fine. I'll be there."
Fury didn't reply immediately, but when he did, his voice carried something colder beneath it. "Good. We're done playing defense."
Alex hung up, staring at the dark screen for a long second. His reflection looked back at him—tired, furious, and ready. "Coulson… you stubborn bastard," he muttered softly. "You didn't deserve this."
Then after a moment, the anger susbsided" There it is Coulson, I mourned and showed anger enough for your temporaray death" he mumbled, as he knew soon Coulson will be revived with project T.A.H.I.T.I. , Just with memory loss of his death and then after regaining his memories he will come back.
He stood, tossing his bloodied towel aside. "Maria," he called out as he grabbed his coat.
The sexy nurse poked her head in. "Yeah?"
"I've got to go. Handle the clinic till I'm back."
She nodded, a flicker of worry in her eyes. "SHIELD?"
"Yeah," he said quietly. "It's bad."
"We can help" She said as Alex nodded, now none of his girls are weak "But its now time yet"
"When is the time then?" She asked hand crossed anger on her face, seeing thing Alex hold her waist and gave her a deep kiss, her anger melting as her body melt in his hand, "You will know"
Without another word, he stepped outside into the alley, wind whipping through his coat. A faint hum built around him as his Demonic mana beneath his skin flared faintly. Then, with a surge of motion, he lifted off the ground—no wings, no boosters, just raw, focused energy.
Within twenty minutes, the massive shape of the Helicarrier came into view above the clouds.
When he landed on the upper deck, a squad of agents was already waiting. The lead one saluted. "Welcome back, Mr. Morrow. Director Fury's expecting you—along with the others."
Alex gave a brief nod, expression unreadable. "Then let's not waste time."
He started toward the bridge, the wind from the engines swirling around him.
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