Alex stirred, blinking against the sterile white lights overhead. A faint beeping echoed in the room. A figure stood near the edge of his bed—one eye covered, posture firm. The other agents watched from the background like hawks. The man spoke.
"Who are you? Can you understand me?"Alex didn't respond. Fury switched languages—Spanish, French, even Russian—but Alex stayed silent, simply observing.
Fury glanced at the doctor beside him. "He's not deaf, is he?"
A groggy voice finally broke through the tension."I can hear you… bold pirate."
The agents in the room tensed at the nickname. Fury's single visible eye narrowed. He raised his hand, signaling the others to clear out.
Once the room was empty, Fury stepped closer. "You don't look scared anymore. When you first saw me, it was like you recognized me."
Alex gave a slow smile. "Maybe I did. Or maybe I just know your type."
"Then tell me your story."
Alex sat up slightly, looking Fury dead in the eye. He's a spy, he thought. He'll know if I lie, so the best way to lie… is to tell part of the truth.
"You won't believe me," Alex began. "My story's a bit... strange."
"Try me."
"What year is it?"
"2010."
"Hmmm…"
"You trying to tell me you're from another time? The past? Future?"
"Future," Alex replied. "But not just that—another timeline. Another dimension, actually."
"You're talking about the multiverse theory?"
"Kind of."
"How'd you do it?"
"I didn't. It just… happened."
"You got proof?"
"No."
Fury frowned. "Then how do you expect me to believe you?"
Alex smirked. "How about I tell you something about your future? Just a little peek."
Fury raised an eyebrow. "Go on."
"Of course, you don't expect that kind of intel for free, right?"
"I do."
"Come on."
Fury crossed his arms. "How much?"
"I don't want money. Think of it as a favor you owe me."
"What kind of favor?"
"I'll be living in this universe now. I want an ID. A house. A life."
"You know a house counts as money, right?"
Ignoring him, Alex leaned forward. "So… what kind of info do you want?"
"You tell me something I don't know. Something to prove you actually know the future."
"How about this—Captain America? Still alive. Buried in the snow."
Fury blinked. "We actually just dug him up yesterday."
Alex raised his eyebrows. "Really? Huh. That was supposed to happen in 2011."
"Try again."
"Alright. Let's check how close this world is to mine. Tony Stark—he got kidnapped, right?"
"Yes."
"The Hulk incident happened?"
"Yeah."
"A hammer fell from the sky?"
"Three days ago. You know about it?"
"Oh! Then Thor hasn't happened yet. Good."
Fury leaned in. "What do you know about it?"
"It's a long story involving a father, an unworthy son, and a shiny hammer."
"Explain."
Alex gave a quick summary about Asgard, Odin, and Thor's banishment.
"Just a piece of advice," he added. "Watch, but don't interfere too much. Things have to happen their way."
Fury narrowed his eyes. "You're coming with me. Once we confirm you're telling the truth, you'll get your ID and your house."
"One more thing." Alex leaned in and whispered, "Don't tell anyone about me, or what I've told you. There might be some eyes in your little SHIELD that aren't yours."
Fury gave him a look. "We'll talk about that later."
"Where are you going now?" Alex asked.
"To wake up the frozen Captain."
Alex grinned. "Can I come? I wanna see the unboxing of the popsicle man."
Fury sighed. "You're lucky Coulson didn't hear you say that about his idol."
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