"I never watch any TV shows. I don't have time. I'm like this so I can think better, you know? My brain is filled every day with how to make this planet of billions safer. Damn it! Can you please bring me less trouble in the future, for God's sake!"
Nick Fury turned to Qin Xiao, his voice tinged with exasperation.
"Relax, my friend. What trouble? Since we met, I've taken down drug lords, eliminated terrorists, not to mention Obadiah and Ivan Vanko. And now, I've completely dismantled the Red Room."
Qin Xiao spread his hands in genuine confusion.
"Every single thing I've done has made the world better and safer. And it didn't even require navigating complex politics, international disputes, or your direct command. You've been getting off easy, haven't you, Nick?"
"You're twisting the argument, Qin. You know what I mean. I formed the Avengers to step in when the world needs it, not to run around striking criminals and terrorists at will. Yes, it's more flexible and convenient, but it's causing unease among the international community and the public!"
Nick Fury spoke with righteous conviction, but standing in his position, he felt quite uncomfortable. After all, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s independence was only superficial.
"The international community and the public? You mean those politicians hiding behind S.H.I.E.L.D. and the World Security Council? Those who only demand action against terrorists who don't threaten their own interests?"
Qin Xiao's tone was dismissive. Even if Alexander Pierce, a Hydra operative, wasn't the chairman of the Security Council, Qin Xiao wouldn't trust those hypocritical Western politicians anyway.
"I don't want to argue about this anymore," Fury said, softening his tone and beginning to reason with Qin Xiao. "The Red Room cannot be controlled by a single individual. Neither you nor Tony should have that power. It's too dangerous. There must be oversight. Power requires oversight, or it will turn from protecting people to harming them. Do you understand?"
Seeing his earnestness, Qin Xiao put aside his disdain, sat up straight, and replied seriously, "I absolutely agree with your view, Nick! But the ones who should oversee us must be the people—the ones walking the streets who need protection, the ones who can't defend themselves when war and slaughter come. Not some World Security Council!"
"The World Security Council may not be ideal or perfect, but it's a body formed by numerous nations. We have structure and procedures, like a lawnmower. It might not be able to reach every nook and cranny like a scythe, but it's stable and efficient, isn't it?"
Nick Fury used a vivid analogy.
"But we still need a scythe, don't we? You're right, Nick, but this world doesn't just need lawnmowers; it needs scythes too, to tend to the corners the lawnmowers can't reach or are inconvenient to clear, doesn't it?"
"And it seems the people operating the lawnmowers have overlooked more than just the corners. They want to control all the weapons. What do they want to monitor? Every single person in the world? Like putting a gun to everyone's head? You understand what I'm saying, don't you?"
Nick Fury certainly understood what Qin Xiao was saying.
Project Insight, a plan proposed by Alexander Pierce and approved by the World Security Council, remained top secret for now and was in the final stages of preparation.
In fact, even his newly developed mobile base, the Skycarrier, was merely a derivative of this plan.
But this plan was so secret that even Coulson had no authorization to know about it. How could Qin Xiao know?
The moment Qin Xiao spoke, Nick Fury's eyes immediately filled with suspicion.
"Don't look at me like that, Nick. I haven't planted anyone near you. You know my past, don't you? And the Red Room either. You can ask Natasha—you know she wouldn't lie to you. I know far more than you imagine, about this world, this universe, and some things about the past and future!"
"Asgard and that mysterious Kamar-Taj?" Nick Fury asked calmly.
"You can think of it that way, my friend. I assure you, as long as political factors aren't involved, the Avengers Initiative remains in effect if we're needed!" Qin Xiao stood up and said seriously.
"I hope you remember your words!"
Knowing further persuasion was futile, Nick Fury stood up and prepared to leave.
"Qin, I have a few final words for you. You now control all the resources and intelligence of the Red Room. To many, this isn't just a threat—it's a juicy prize. Once you leave S.H.I.E.L.D., be prepared for the covetous eyes and dirty hands that will come your way."
"I must also emphasize this: the world's order is built upon the stable governments of its nations. Flawed as they may be, they are the foundation upon which billions of lives depend. People might cheer for their heroes, but in the end, they trust the governments that can maintain long-term stability."
"You and Tony aren't Steve Rogers. Unless you possess his level of public trust, you'd be wise to consider my advice!"
With that, Nick Fury turned to leave, only to collide with Captain America, who was about to enter.
"Qin, I didn't mean to interrupt your conversation, but this disposable towel Yelena gave me—why is it sticky?!"
Nick Fury recoiled as if seeing a ghost, stumbling back and plopping down into his chair.
"Oh my God! What am I seeing? Qin, don't tell me that's Captain Steve Rogers. Motherfucker! Is my one good eye playing tricks on me?"
Nick Fury sat hunched in his chair, hands spread wide in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock.
Captain America looked equally surprised. "You know me? I am indeed Steve Rogers. Qin, is he your friend?"
Qin Xiao hadn't intended to introduce Nick Fury and Captain America so soon. Lately, Captain America had been spending every day in his room catching up on the decades he'd missed.
Even when he ventured out, it was only to a few designated areas.
Qin Xiao had specifically chosen this conference room, far from Captain America's usual haunts, for this meeting. Who could have predicted he'd come here?
He didn't know whether to call it fate or divine intervention.
"Alright! Let me introduce you. Captain, this is Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D.! You can put down what you're holding. And this isn't a disposable towel—it's called a face mask, Captain!"
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