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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.

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[ostro_goth]

"Such things may be known, in your world?" Teja asks, astonished.

For most that come in here, their own reality is, at first, the only one that may exist.

[the_man]

"Dimensional theory is a field of science, on my world. The idea isn't a new one."

Fury eyes him.

"We've never made official contact with an alternate universe, however."

[ostro_goth]

"You do not seem to doubt that they exist," Teja says. "Also, you said official. And unofficial, one would assume, is not limited to this place?"

Sir Nicholas was ever unflappable; but this other Nick Fury takes the news of an alternative himself with almost negative flap.

[the_man]

"I have further intelligence."

That he just got. About half an hour ago. Not that you could tell by looking at him.

"Besides, we were right, weren't we? You knew Sir Nicholas?"

[ostro_goth]

"I did, and indeed I do," Teja says. "I have not seen him for a long time, but I would still know him, if he returned."

Pause.

"Is this your first time here?"

[the_man]

"Let's just say if I'm here? I doubt he's gonna show up. Not for a while, anyway."

And who really wants two Nick Furys around?

[ostro_goth]

"You cannot easily say what the bar will do," Teja says. "Two versions of the same patron are not unheard-of, or two patrons with the same face. And indeed, they may meet with no ill effect."

Sir Nicholas meeting this Nick Fury might be entertaining, if seen from somewhere further away, preferably up in the rafters.