Sitting in his office, Fury couldn't help but move restlessly in his chair, almost as if he was ready to fight or flee at any moment. Why was he so tense? Even he did not know, and it was as if his very body was warning him that something terrible was about to happen.
Tapping his foot on the floor of his office, with one hand holding up a coffee cup and the other resting on a hidden pistol under the desk, he took a long sip of what was clearly whisky in the coffee cup before groaning in annoyance as his personnel communicator vibrated in his pocket.
Letting out a silent curse, he placed the cup down and reached into his pocket, pushing aside what looked to be a small but highly modified pager before grabbing a small...bead.
Taking the bead out of his pocket, he reached out to the SHIELD sigil carved into his desk and placed the bead into a small divot where the eye of the eagle was to be.
Once he placed the bead into the divot, it suddenly glowed a bright blue before a hologram appeared, emitting from the bead to above the desk, where a clearly pale figure of Black Widow could be seen leaning against a wall.
"Widow? Report," Fury ordered after a few moments of silence.
Not answering, Black Widow instead focused the camera on something else: a bloody scene of carnage. Corpses and pieces of what could only be several men in military-grade armor could be seen, all lying before a simple sliding door in front of a seemingly ordinary cafe.
Seeing the SHIELD logo on the uniforms of one of the corpses, Fury couldn't help but curse, "Motherfucker!"
Why were the corpses of armed SHIELD agents in front of the Cafe? Who ignored his orders?!
After activating his computer, he scanned all of the recent missions on file that were labeled as recently active but found nothing about this mission and who assigned it.
There were only a few options as to who it could be, but it had to be someone of a high rank. Who was stupid enough to try and mess with that damned creature?!
Sighing, Fury focused on his three agents, who stared at the Cafe as if expecting anything to happen at any moment.
"I want answers. Romanov..." Fury focused on Black Widow, who couldn't help but focus her gaze away from the Cafe and to Fury.
"Take a Diplomatic approach. We do not want to piss this thing off, especially with its capabilities," Fury continued.
"Yes, sir," Black Widow nodded.
"Leave me connected. I want to hear everything," With that, the hologram turned off, but Fury was still able to hear everything.
With grim determination, the three encroached the Cafe, only to hear a whistle from behind.
Turning around, they were met with Kyle, who was in a full suit of Military-issue combat armor from Fallout and armed with an arsenal of weapons. A combat shotgun was slung over his back, a 10mm pistol was holstered to the right side of his hip, a combat knife was in a sheath on the other side, various grenades and throwing knives adorned his armor and bandolier, and in hand, he had a flaming sword—the Shishkabab.
Floating behind him was a floating spherical robot that had a strangely menacing red laser aimed at the trio, ready to shoot.
Glancing over to the remains of the unknown SHIELD agents, his eyebrow raised as he glanced back over to the agents and asked, "Who pissed Zeref off?"
Fury, who could see this, noted Kyle's completely unfazed and desensitized reaction. He had no doubt now that whoever Kyle was before the Cafe was now a cold-blooded killer who wouldn't bat an eye at having to kill someone...then there was the robot. Kyle had Fury's attention.
Someone as pragmatic and resourceful as Nick Fury could see the uses and advantages of having an agent like Kyle, but he could also tell just from looking at their eyes that he would not join, not even for a million dollars and all of the benefits in the world. But...Fury couldn't help but wonder what the man would be capable of creating if given the proper resources and equipment...given the appearance of the robot made from what looked to be literal trash and scrap metal, surely it would be quite a lot.
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"We don't know," Coulson spoke up, answering Kyle's question.
"Huh, well, whoever they are, hopefully, they learned their lesson; it'll be annoying to have to clean my boots every time I come and go from Zeref's Cafe," Kyle remarked.
"...Agreed," Coulson awkwardly replied.
Stepping into the Cafe and over the bodies lying in front of the door, the four stopped to look at someone who was wearing only underwear, sitting on a chair and leaning against a wall, covered in dried blood and old wounds that seemed to be rapidly healing while three empty Stimpak syringes lay on the computer table by them.
It was Frank.
"Yo, Frank. Are you good? Looks like someone got you good if you needed to use three stimpaks, that's for sure," Kyle commented upon examining Frank's appearance.
Frank just sent a glare his way, "Want to do a job with me?"
"Is it revenge for the guys who did that to you?" Kyle questioned.
"Yes," Frank answered, a cold look in his eyes that all of the Agents noticed.
"Would it happen to be the guys just outside?" Kyle wondered.
"Some of them, there's more," Frank answered.
"Huh...na, I'm good; thanks for the offer, though," Kyle replied half-handily.
"No worries. Call me if you ever need help dealing with the trash," Frank replied, not at all offended by Kyle's refusal.
"Welcome back, Kyle," An ethereal voice suddenly drifted to everyone from the back of the room.
"Hey, Zeref, I've got a feeling I'll finally be able to beat Fallout 2. I have a few ideas I want to try out and use against Frank Horrigan," Kyle answered.
"I wish you luck; however, can I interest you in some of the new items and several new games available in the store?" With those words, everyone focused all of their attention on Zeref.
Without waiting a second, Zeref waved his hand, and a variety of small objects floated down to the table.
Some were what looked like herbs, strange golden...carrots, raw ore, and a bunch of food, and then, without a care in the world, Zeref pulled out a small firearm from under the table.
"Here's some of the new things that will be sold on the counter. From left to right, we have various herbs with different medicinal effects that can be strengthened or changed depending on how you combine them; then, we have various new foods and ingredients that are available for cheap. Lastly, there is the M1911, a simple handgun that can be purchased via Karma and, along with it, ammunition." Zeref introduced the new items.
"So I don't have to worry about buying a pistol from the Credit Store? I can just get this with Karma?" Kyle asked.
"Sure, though, it can be a bit expensive, so I still suggest you make your purchases through the Credit System if you aren't in a rush for time," Zeref answered with a shrug.
"Other than that, it looks like the others are beginning to arrive." With that said, everyone else began streaming into the store, where they, too, were informed of the new items for sale and new games. The villains, Wolverine and Alfred, and everyone else were there.
"Now that everyone is here let me introduce you to the three new games!" Zeref enthusiastically informed us that a trailer was appearing on all of the computer screens.
Sitting down in our seats, Zeref started the first trailer.
Immediately, everyone found themselves in a different location.
Bum...bum bum. Bum...bum bum.
The sounds of old drums drummed in the background as everyone was thrust upon a strange carved wall.
"You should have acted...They are already here."
The scene changed to that of something flying in the sky, then a man running through a forest.
"The Elder Scrolls told of their return. Their defeat was merely a delay—to the time after the oblivion opened when the sons of Skyrim would spill their own blood."
The scene kept changing between that strange carved wall and a man in strange hide armor with a strange horned iron helmet on their head and a strange steel sword and shield in hand.
As the man found himself at a cliff, they had no choice but to turn and face their problem head-on; turning around with their blade drawn, they were met with a massive beast that landed on the ground before them, shaking the very earth.
"But no one wanted to believe, believe they even existed, and when the truth finally dawns, it dawns in FIRE!"
Abruptly, the dragon let loose a torrent of flame from its mouth, bathing the barely armored figure in fire.
"BUT, there is one thing they fear! In their tongue, he is 'Dovahkiin."
"DRAGONBORN!"
Suddenly, the figure took in a deep breath before shouting, "FUS ROH DAH!"
The scene began to rapidly change as different people, races, and magic appeared through the trailer, showing those gathered just how magical the game would be compared to the others.
It had everyone's attention.
[Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim]
Then, a new trailer started playing immediately after, showing off a strange forest where a group of soldiers huddled and moved around a forest before a man was brutally attacked by a dog and killed.
Then, it transitioned to a strange and creepy mansion and a bizarre figure standing in a hall with their backs to the camera.
Suddenly, with a slow groan, the figure turned around, revealing a pale white face, dead white eyes, a bald head, and a bloody mouth.
[RESIDENT EVIL]
[A/N: For the life of me, I could not describe the Resident Evil trailer without making it just a blob of ugly text]
Then, it took a strange turn when it came to the last trailer.
It showed a strange, seemingly infinite world to explore, one that you could build or destroy, and one that featured two other dimensions: the Nether and the End.
[MINECRAFT]