Marvel: Strength to Victory

POV: Gerald Weston

[New York]

I leaned back in my chair, my hands still resting on the table. Fury was leaning in now, his eye fixed on mine like he could dissect every word, every movement I made. But I wasn't going to make it that easy. There was no reason to give him anything—yet.

"Who trained me?" I repeated, almost to myself. I let the question hang in the air, my voice low. "Who do I work for?" I chuckled darkly, the sound unsettling in the silence of the room. "The better question is—what do I work for?"

Fury didn't flinch, didn't break eye contact. "So you're telling me there's no one pulling your strings? No one behind all of this?" He gestured vaguely, motioning to the file, the room, the situation. "You're just some rogue with a grudge and a purpose only you understand?"

I felt the weight of his question sink in, the silence stretching on as I thought about the truth. But this wasn't a conversation where the truth needed to be laid out so easily. Fury wanted answers, but I wasn't about to hand them over like some obedient pawn.

"You could say I'm a man with a mission," I finally said, my tone laced with ambiguity. "But the 'who' and 'why' are… complicated. More complicated than you'd understand."

His jaw tightened, frustration flickering across his face. "Complicated, huh?" Fury said, his voice low but firm. "You think I haven't dealt with complicated before?" His patience was clearly wearing thin, and he stepped closer, his presence looming like a storm ready to break.

I leaned forward, matching his intensity, my voice dropping to a cold, deliberate tone. "What if I told you," I began, locking eyes with him, "that my existence would shatter your pride, rip apart your dignity, and destroy your perception of me as just another man?"

Fury's single eyebrow arched, his expression shifting to a mix of curiosity and defiance. "That so?" he said, his tone measured but edged with challenge. "Then why don't you enlighten me? Because from where I'm standing, all I see is a man who likes to talk big."

I let out a slow, deliberate sigh, leaning back in my chair with calculated ease. "Fury," I began, my tone sharp yet composed, "let's cut through the theatrics, shall we? I already know why you're here. You want me—my abilities. This whole tough-guy routine? It's just the SHIELD way of dressing up a recruitment pitch, isn't it?"

I gestured vaguely, my smirk returning. "Let's face it. I'm already famous—social media won't shut up about what I've done. People want answers. And where there's attention, there's always someone willing to exploit it. Governments, shady organizations, terrorists... they all want someone who can do the dirty work, someone like me." I leaned forward slightly, locking eyes with Fury. "The only difference is, you're the one trying to make it sound noble."

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Fury's lips. "Well," he said, his tone carrying a hint of amusement, "you're smarter than you look. I'll give you that."

I leaned back, crossing my arms casually. "Yeah, well, after my little performance with the terrorists, going back to a normal life isn't exactly on the table. So, I guess… joining SHIELD is the lesser headache." I shrugged with feigned indifference. "At least with you, I might actually get something out of it."

Fury's smirk faded, his expression hardening as he leaned forward, resting his hands on the table. "Good. Then let's skip the games. Care to explain the 'complicated stuff' you mentioned? Who you really are, Weston? Or should I start digging deeper myself?"

I gave a slight shrug, letting my gaze drop to the table before meeting his eyes again. "Alright. Let's start with the basics, then. You can dig all you want, but I'm warning you, you won't find much. No matter how many specialists you bring in, no amount of data will turn up anything more than my name and face. That's all you've got to work with." I leaned forward slightly, voice steady. "And trust me, that's all you'll ever find."

Fury's eyes narrowed, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the edge of the table as he processed my words. He wasn't one for giving up easily, but the lack of any concrete information seemed to rattle him more than he let on.

"So, what you're telling me," he said slowly, "is that you just... appear out of nowhere? No backstory? No connections? Just a blank slate with some serious firepower?"

I met his gaze, my expression unreadable. "You could say that. I don't have a past, at least not the one you're looking for. What I have is... purpose. A reason for existing that's tied to something much bigger than any of you could ever understand."

Fury scoffed, clearly frustrated. "That's not good enough, Weston. You think you can just show up, wreak havoc, and then walk away with no answers? You're playing in a world that doesn't work like that. People want to know who you are, what you're about."

I straightened in my chair, my voice turning colder. "And they will. Eventually. But for now? All you need to know is that I'm exactly who I say I am. Someone who doesn't play by the rules. Someone who gets things done."

Fury stared at me for a long moment, the silence thick with tension. "This is exactly why I don't trust people like you. You think you're untouchable."

I smiled, a slight, almost imperceptible curve of my lips. "Untouchable? No. Just... unpredictable."

Fury exhaled sharply, a sigh escaping his lips as he leaned back slightly. "Then what about your strength? You don't just show up and smash a guy's head from a hundred feet above ground like it's nothing. Let me guess—Super Soldier Serum? Magical enhancement? Alien augmentation? Or are you a mutant?"

I raised an eyebrow, leaning forward just enough to make the tension palpable. "None of the above." My voice was steady, but there was an edge to it. "What you're seeing is something... far simpler, Fury. Something that doesn't need fancy labels."

Fury's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening as he processed my words. "Then what is it?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

I leaned back, letting the silence stretch between us before a smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. "A wish," I said, my tone cool and almost teasing. "Simple as that."

The words hung in the air, their weight pressing down as Fury's gaze sharpened, his mind working overtime to decode my cryptic response.

Fury's expression faltered for a split second, confusion flashing across his face before suspicion took its place. He leaned in, his voice low, laced with skepticism. "A wish? Like a God granting your desire?"

I met his gaze, allowing a slow smirk to curl at the corners of my lips. "No," I replied, my tone smooth and teasing. "Just a genie with three wishes."

Fury's eyes darkened, his patience thinning as the tension in the room thickened. "You're fucking with me."

I leaned back slightly, letting the silence stretch, allowing the mystery to hang in the air. "I will be, if I deem it," I said, my voice calm but unsettling, almost taunting.

Fury exhaled sharply, clearly frustrated but unwilling to relent. "Alright, let's say I believe you," he muttered, his gaze narrowing with suspicion. "I'm guessing your first wish, out of those three, is super strength?"

I smirked, the corner of my mouth lifting. "Nope. The strength-related wish is the second one."

Fury's eyes narrowed even further, his frustration reaching its limit. "Then what's the first?" he demanded, his voice tinged with disbelief.

I leaned back, a playful smirk tugging at my lips as I met his gaze. "My first wish," I began slowly, drawing out the moment for effect, "is the ability to summon any shape, size, or color of... well, let's just say, I can summon numerous dicks whenever I feel like it."

Fury stared at me for a long, incredulous moment, his expression one of utter disbelief. "Excuse me, what?"

I met his gaze, unwavering, the smirk still playing at the corner of my lips. "Yeah, you heard me. I can summon dicks whenever I feel like it."

BANG!

Fury slammed his palm on the table, his eyes burning with fury. "Don't fuck with me, boy!" His voice was low, menacing, as the air between us crackled with tension.

I didn't flinch, my expression remaining cool. "I'm not fucking with you, Fury. You asked. I answered."

His jaw clenched, and his entire body seemed to tense, a growl building in his chest. "You—AGHHHH!"

I grinned. "Well, there goes your dignity."

Fury's eyes widened in disbelief as he lurched forward, gripping the edge of the table, a pained yell escaping his throat. "AAGGGGHH!"

I chuckled darkly, my laugh echoing through the room, full of unhinged amusement. "HEHEHEAAHAHAHAH!"

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER, STOP IT, STOP THIS NOW—"

"Careful, Fury," I said, my voice dripping with mockery. "You wouldn't want others to hear you, would you? Could lead to some... misunderstandings." My smile grew wider, savoring his discomfort. "Hehehehe."

With a swift flick of my wrist, I effortlessly removed the Excalibur in his rear, leaving him frozen in shock.

Gasping for air, Fury's hand shot to his concealed gun, aiming it directly at my face. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER, I WILL KILL YOU!"

I tilted my head, unfazed by the gun pointed at my face. The barrel glinted in the light, but it wasn't enough to make me flinch. "My answer was not enough" I said, my voice smooth and mocking. "I figured a little demonstration might convince you."

"MOTHERFUCKER!" he screamed again, slamming his fist onto the table with enough force to rattle the surface. "Do you have a death wish, you bastard?"

I met his furious gaze with a calm, almost detached expression, my voice cool and unbothered. "Let's move on, shall we?"

"You—!" Fury sputtered, his words catching in his throat as his face contorted with pure frustration. "Fuck... fuck... shit!" he growled, his voice a low, venomous snarl as he struggled to compose himself.

I chuckled lightly, leaning back with an air of nonchalance. "Relax, Fury. My ability doesn't come with... side effects. No pregnancies, no weird sensations for me—it's all just for the shits and giggles." I smirked, letting the absurdity linger before adding, "The genie almost died of laughter when I made that wish. Honestly, I think it was the highlight of his eternal existence. Hehehe."

Fury stared at me, his jaw tightening as the tension in the room reached a fever pitch. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of the table, clearly fighting the urge to lunge across it and throttle me.

"You're out of your damn mind," he hissed, his voice low and seething. "Of all the things you could've wished for... you chose that?"

I shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. "What can I say? I'm a man of... unique priorities." I leaned forward slightly, resting my elbows on the table as I looked him dead in the eye. "Besides, it's not about the wish itself. It's about the message it sends."

Fury's glare didn't falter. "And what message is that? That you're a pervert?"

I laughed, the sound sharp and mocking. "No, Fury. That I don't play by anyone's rules but my own. That I can take the absurd and turn it into power. You see, the world operates on expectations, and I've made it my mission to shatter every single one of them."

He shook his head, his frustration boiling over as he muttered something under his breath. "You're a goddamn headache. You know that?"

"Flattery will get you nowhere," I replied, flashing a grin. "But hey, I'm glad we're finally seeing eye to eye. Progress, Fury. Feels good, doesn't it?"

I leaned back, throwing my arms behind my head, smirking like I didn't have a care in the world. "I mean, think about it—having a conversation with the most irritating person you know, and you're already in a bad mood. Then, you decide to just be a dick about it for laughs, and suddenly—BOOM! Get cocked, bitch." I punctuated it with a mock explosion gesture, laughing under my breath.

Fury's jaw clenched so hard I half-expected his teeth to crack. He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like a prayer for patience. Leaning back in his chair, he exhaled sharply, visibly trying to reel in his temper.

"Alright, smartass," he finally said, his voice edged with frustration. "You've made your point. You're unpredictable, dangerous, and... completely insane." His words were clipped, each one hitting like a hammer.

I gave him a slow, satisfied nod. "Dangerous and insane. Not bad. Sounds like a good tagline for me." My grin widened. "Maybe I'll get it printed on a t-shirt."

Fury shot me a glare, but I wasn't done. "Or better yet," I added, letting a chuckle escape, "how about Mr. Prick? Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

I leaned forward, smirking mischievously. "Imagine a villain getting taken down by a... well, let's just say, it'd make for one hell of a headline. 'Defeated by a Dick!' Classic!" My laugh echoed through the room, loud and unabashed.

Fury groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, "I'm too old for this shit."

"Oh, don't give me that look," I teased, leaning back in my chair. "You'd be surprised how many people lose their dignity thanks to me. There was this one time—this guy with some serious issues with Spider-Man was blabbering nonstop about him, ranting like a lunatic. And then, out of nowhere... BAM! Screaming like a pig on live TV." I laughed again, the memory bringing tears to my eyes. "I swear, I've never seen someone go from intimidating to absolutely pathetic so fast."

Fury's eyes narrowed as realization dawned on him. "Wait a damn second." He pointed a finger at me, his voice sharp with disbelief. "That was you, wasn't it? You're the reason those important figures and politicians have been making headlines for screeching like banshees. You... you literally shoved a dick in their asses and humiliated them."

I shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk tugging at my lips. "Yeah, well, most of them were corrupt, lying sacks of shit who deserved worse. Greedy little puppets, clinging to power like cockroaches in the dark. I just gave them what they had coming—a little public karma, courtesy of me. Consider it a free lesson in humility."

Fury's jaw tightened, but I could see the conflict in his eyes. He wanted to stay mad, but part of him knew I wasn't entirely wrong. "You're unbelievable," he muttered, shaking his head.

"Unbelievable? Nah, I'm a public service," I shot back with a grin. "Those smug bastards thought they could trample on the people without consequence. I just reminded them that their thrones can turn into toilets real fast. And if they want to act like shit, they better be ready to get flushed."

Fury let out a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know whether to punch you or thank you," he admitted, his voice low. "But we're not here to talk about your twisted sense of justice."

"Fair enough," I said, leaning back casually. "Let's move on, then. You wanted to know about my second wish—the one that made me strong, right?"

Fury nodded, his gaze never leaving me, as if trying to read between the lines.

I gave him a cold, almost unsettling smile. "Well, the second wish?" I said slowly, savoring the moment. "Strength... to Victory."

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