Marvel’s Superman

Nick Fury lives in Washington, D.C., in a one-person apartment near Constitution Avenue.

When the early morning sun shines through the window, his body is like a spring, and he jumps up from the bed.

Reaching out to the bedside cabinet with his right hand, he pressed the alarm clock that was about to make a screeching sound in time.

"Fuck! You can't be late for the first day of employment!"

Young Fury hurried into the bathroom while saying the mantra.

After ten minutes of personal hygiene, he bared his white teeth in the mirror.

Put on an ordinary suit and comb your hair into adult appearance - the next step can be omitted.

When Fury was in school, he discovered that he had the potential to be a black singer.

He once wore an exploding head, held an electric guitar, screamed at community school events, and nearly got kicked off the stage.

Since then, Fury has lost his dream of being a singer, shaved off his exploding hair that swelled like a cloud, and replaced it with a refreshing inch.

It's a pity that there is no form of rap yet, but jazz and rock music are prevalent.

Otherwise, with Fury's racial talent, he might even make his debut as an idol.

"Have a hot dog! Remember to add spicy meat sauce!"

Fury hurried out of the apartment and ran to the hot dog stand across the street to buy a breakfast.

He lives in an African-black community, and the environment is not good.

Gangs are rampant, and there is always an unpleasant smell in the corridor, and there will be criminal incidents of robbery or theft every now and then.

The only good thing is that the rent is cheap enough.

"You look like you've won the lottery."

The stall owner handed over the generous portion of the spicy meat sauce hot dog, which was obviously a special treat.

When he had been blackmailed by gangsters before, Fury had helped him stop his actions.

As a "strip" in the mouth of the gangster, he is quite deterrent to those street gangsters.

"Just like that. Rubio, who's your favorite star?"

Fury took a bite of the sauce-laden hot dog with a contented expression on his face.

"Betty Page! She's so sexy I do it to her posters almost every day..."

"Male! I mean male star! Come on, Rubio, I'm not interested in hearing about your traditional craftsmanship."

Fury hurriedly interrupted the other party. He also has a sexy poster of Betty Page at home, but at most, he glanced at it before going to bed, and then tried to have a beautiful dream.

"Well, probably Clark Gable, I really liked his 'It Happened One Night'."

The stall owner scratched his head. When talking about male stars, he didn't talk about the excitement of female stars, and he acted calmly.

"Then you can think that I'm going to meet Clark Gable soon - what's the difference between working for my idol and winning the lottery?"

Between Fury's words, he showed excitement.

"Then I'd rather win the lottery!"

The stall owner muttered, he couldn't understand Fury's mood at all.

The latter didn't say much, it was impossible for him to publicize the fact that he was received by Superman everywhere.

"I wish you have a nice day."

Fury quickly ate his calorie-filled breakfast, bid farewell to the hot dog vendor, and stopped a taxi.

"It seems that I have to buy a car in the future. I don't know if the staff of SHIELD have relevant subsidies."

With this thought in mind, Fury stepped into the gate of S.H.I.E.L.D., just in time for the clock at nine o'clock.

"Hi, I'm Nick Fury."

He followed the instructions at the front desk and took the elevator to the storage area of ​​the logistics department.

Received two sets of work uniforms that were changed and washed, to prove their identity badges, as well as a matching gun and a fixed number of bullets.

Then, go to the personnel department to sign a confidentiality contract, and go through the process to complete the entry procedures.

"Welcome to SHIELD, Agent Fury."

The management of the HR department reached out and showed a degree of goodwill.

"The organization has a task for you."

There was a hint of surprise in Fury's eyes. He didn't expect to receive the above task on the first day of work.

The working atmosphere of SHIELD is so strong, is the working environment so tense?

"May I know what the mission is?"

Fury asked subconsciously.

He is currently an agent of the Intelligence Service.

As a newcomer, it usually takes a few days to get used to and integrate into the group before formally participating in various actions.

"You'll find out soon enough."

The management of the personnel department stared at Nick Fury, who was dazed, with envious eyes.

"This is a good thing that many people in S.H.I.E.L.D. can't expect!"

Fury, who was full of doubts, followed the other party's instructions and came to the underground garage of SHIELD.

A rather low-key black car, turned on the headlights with a "pop" and shone on him.

The driver in military uniform handed the keys to Fury, and said in an honorable voice, "This job is yours."

What job?

drive?

Fury took the keys.

He thought it would be a dangerous mission to monitor suspicious people and track foreign spies, but he didn't expect to be a driver.

Nick Fury, who wanted to make some achievements, suddenly felt a little dull.

"By the way, there are still some questions for you to answer."

The driver took out a piece of paper and read it: "Do you have a driver's license? How many years of driving experience? Is the technology good enough? Will it be... the drainage canal is curved?"

In these years, people drive, but also learn to bend the drain?

Nick Fury was speechless and didn't know how to answer.

"Agent Fury, you are not driving for ordinary people. As the driver of Lieutenant General Cavill, the technical requirements are very high."

The driver frowned slightly and said seriously.

At this time, the window was lowered, revealing a young face.

It was Luke himself.

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he looked at Nick Fury, who had changed his face like a Sichuan opera, showing a look of surprise, and said softly, "You don't seem to be very reluctant, Agent Fury?"

"No, no! Lieutenant General Cavill, I used to work odd jobs in a garage. Not only can I drive, but I'm also an old driver!"

Knowing that he is a driver for Superman, Nick Fury's mood is like riding a roller coaster, ups and downs, ups and downs.

He was instantly longing for this job.

His mouth was like a cannonball, and he spit out a long sentence: "As for turning the drain... I haven't tried it yet, but if there is a requirement in this regard, I can go back and practice for a few days, it shouldn't be a difficult skill! "

"Get in the car then, Agent Fury."

Luke waved noncommittally and said with a smile, "I want to attend the Pentagon's midday meeting, I hope you won't let me be late."

Frie pulled open the door and sat in.

Insert the key, hold the steering wheel, warm up the ignition, and start the engine.

Perhaps because of nervousness, the black sedan shuddered violently.

Shake back and forth, side to side.

"Sorry, Lieutenant General Cavill, I'm a little… nervous!"

Young Fury was sweating profusely. He observed Luke's expression through the rearview mirror and found that the other party was not dissatisfied, and his heart relaxed.

"I'm starting to worry a little bit about my own safety - probably the car body. Agent Fury."

Luke's eyes flashed and he said gently.