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[the_man]

There's no announcement.

There's no fanfare.

No humorous misunderstandings.

Nick Fury enters the bar, sits down at a table, opens the newspaper he was carrying, and starts to read. It's the New York Times.

The relaxed pose he is cultivating is somewhat at odds with all the black leather, kevlar, and hidden weapons he is currently sporting.

Comments

[acts_of_gord]

"Nothing to excuse. I just thought I should point out one of the few bright spots for the species in the whole mess," says Gordon. "Mind you, I'm going to say right now that I hope your timeline is better off than Sir Nicholas' was. And suggest that if you hear about somebody in your world developing any form of time travel, you make a move to get it away from them before they try to dispose of their enemies with it."

[the_man]

Fury's face takes on a rather pinched expression just from hearing the words 'time travel'.

"I'll keep it in mind. The 'Sir' part doesn't sound so bad, though."

[acts_of_gord]

Gordon nods. "He was Elizabeth the First's spymaster, in his timeline," he says. "He earned that 'sir'. The time travel part had to do with someone trying to send General Steven Rogers back in time to get him out of the way of an incipient dictator."

[the_man]

Fury pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I'm just going to leave that one alone," he finally says.

[acts_of_gord]

"Probably for the best," Gordon says. "Thought I should let you know, in case anyone else brought it up. I've been a patron here for several local years now, and this all happened some time ago."

[the_man]

"Thanks for the heads up. And for the information."

Fury puts his now empty mug on the bar. "I should probably be getting back. Bar, this gentleman drinks on my dollar tonight."

He stands. "I appreciate you talking to me, Mr. Freeman."

[acts_of_gord]

"You're quite welcome, Mr. Fury," Gordon says. "Take care out there."