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OOM: The World We Live In.

Fury is out back doing sit-ups. Rather more specifically he's got his legs hooked over a tree-branch and is doing sit-ups from that position, curling up toward the sky until crossed arms touch his knees and then relaxing until his head is again pointed at the ground. His sword is hung within easy reach of him, and there are several knives strapped to visible portions of his body.

He has a modern shirt draped near his sword, as purple as his armor, but his boots and trews are proper garments for a man of his time and place. He only wears modern clothing when he must.

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"Things aren't better back home but -- they are here." Billy's grinning shyly. "Sorry. Sir Nicholas."

"This is good." Fury says with approval, "Finding a better place to recover is important in surviving a war. I do not mind, Master Kaplan. My world's titles are not yours."

"I'm not sure I would have survived without this place. And-- someone I love very much need it, too, and now they've found it."

"Good." Fury says again, nodding his head and continuing to curl up toward the tree branch.

The narration appreciates Billy's tact. Fury is still getting used to modern ideas about sex.

By that we mean turning funny colours and changing the subject a lot.

Well. Billy's not great with tact. But he's also terrified of Nick Fury, and thus has some sense.

"--That's impressive."

"Hmmm?" Fury turns his head to get a better look at Billy, "This? It is part of my daily routine. At my age it is easier to keep condition than to regain it."

"Oh. Well, I guess that's true at any age." Billy doesn't exercise much. "Not really important for me."

Fury is distinctly unimpressed by that, "A well conditioned body leads to a sharp mind."

"Sure, right." Billy shrugs. "I'm not unhealthy. I'm also not doing situps in trees."

"Few care to reach the level I must be at." Fury allows, "I am merely a man, not of the Witchbreed. If I were not Fury, however, my world would be destroyed."

Billy scowls. "It's not like using powers is easy!"

Fury tilts his head, "I never said that it is not. However in the absence of such gifts as you have I must rely upon my body alone and what limits I may push it to. It was myself, merely a man, who carried Rojhaz unconscious through the time portal, he did not expect me - he expected one with powers."

Something clicks in Billy's head. "Rojhaz."

"Steve Rogers, he was." Fury says, "But I know him best as Rojhaz."

"Ah." Billy sounds a little strangled. "He doesn't like me much."

Fury raises his eyebrows and says, "He doesn't know you, child. If there was a version of you in his world, that version is dead now."

Billy blinks. "I meant the one in my world."

"You should take care to be more clear." Fury says calmly, "From the sound of it you meant the one I know, and he has not the luxury of disliking any of the Witchbreed - or indeed any other hero."

"Sorry. No. Though I guess our Cap can't really afford to dislike anyone right now, either. He's certainly happy enough to use us."

"Mmm?" It's a questioning noise which is an offer to listen and a refusal to push all at once.

"When we first started heroing, he and Iron Man tried to shut us down. Now there's a war and he's welcoming us with open arms."

"That is the nature of wars." Fury agrees, "We will take whatever we get when the wars come, even if we would prefer leave people in safety's arms."

"Damn hypocritical, to go on and on about protecting kids then send us into situations were we can be tortured--" Billy's voice raises a little, then he deflates. "Sorry. I'm sorry."

"That is the nature of war." Fury says again, "We do things we should not, we do things we would not, we do things we will hate ourselves for one day."

"And is it all worth it, in the end?" His voice says he doesn't think so.