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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

[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.