Bab 213: Meeting with Nick Fury
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Back on Earth, when Coulson reported the situation to Nick Fury, he was quickly instructed to return to New York.
"Our director wants to meet you in person. You can ask about the armor wreckage yourself. I hope Mr. Shaw can come with us."
"Of course, no problem. That's what I hope for, but I have some personal matters to resolve. Please wait a moment," Ivan replied.
Coulson glanced at Jane next to him, understanding what Ivan intended to do. He wisely stepped aside, picked up the phone again, and said, "Bring the jet over!"
Ivan had promised Thor to care for Jane and wanted to keep his promise, especially since he was being paid. He briefly explained a few things and then took a watch from his pocket. "No matter what trouble you get into, wearing this watch will let you contact me anytime."
Jane quickly learned how to use the watch under Ivan's guidance and discovered it was so advanced that it could replace a mobile phone and perform many other functions far beyond Earth technology.
Coulson, being discreet, watched from a distance without eavesdropping on Ivan and the others. He assumed the watch was just an ordinary gift. When Ivan turned around and approached him, Coulson took the initiative to meet him. A jet was coming in the distance. "Mr. Shaw..."
"My name is Ivan Shaw. Everyone calls me Dr. Ivan, and you can call me that, too."
Coulson's face lit up with a hint of joy. Ivan's words showed goodwill, bringing them closer. He immediately said, "Okay, Dr. Ivan, I have a jet prepared. Let's go now..."
"There's no need for that. I have a quicker way. Let's see your director's current location."
Ivan raised his hand and tapped his wristwatch a few times. "Well! He is in New York, at the Stark Building. It seems you returned Howard Stark's relics to Tony Stark before. You must have gained his favor. It looks like you helped him out last time. Our Iron Man knows his father was one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D. Even if he refuses to join you, he can still help with some small things. Your director is quite resourceful, visiting Stark for assistance. I wonder what benefits he'll get."
Coulson felt a chill run through him. As Nick Fury's right-hand man, he knew what his director was doing. But knowing that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secrets could be so easily uncovered was terrifying. If someone wanted to assassinate Nick Fury, who could stop them?
"Good. Let's go."
Ivan stepped forward, grabbed Coulson's shoulder, and they vanished, leaving a few bewildered agents behind. It took them a moment to react, but they quickly contacted Nick Fury to report what had happened.
Coulson felt dizzy for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he found himself in a bustling city. The crowds, the flowing traffic, and the lively scenes told him he was in New York. Looking around, he saw the familiar Stark Building less than two blocks away.
"We're in New York?" Coulson quickly understood. Ivan had taken him on a spatial jump from Mexico to New York. As an eighth-level S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, he knew about mutants and their abilities. He could accept Ivan's teleportation, but he was puzzled that they appeared out of thin air without anyone around them noticing. Were they all blind?
"Don't be surprised. This is just a simple use of magic that eliminates our presence," Ivan explained, sensing Coulson's doubts.
"Okay, Dr. Ivan, what should we do next?"
"You shouldn't ask me that. Now, you should be able to report the situation to your director. I'll be waiting in that restaurant. You can come to see me anytime."
Coulson wanted to say more, but Ivan turned and walked towards a restaurant, leaving him no chance to talk. Coulson couldn't help but smile bitterly. He took out his phone to report to Nick Fury, but before he could call, the phone rang. Seeing the name displayed, his smile grew even more bitter.
Coulson answered the call, and Nick Fury's slightly anxious voice said, "Coulson, is that you?"
"Yes, Director, it's me."
"What happened? I got a message from the agents saying you were taken away. Are you being held hostage? Where are you now?"
"I'm not being held hostage, but we're in trouble. I'm outside a restaurant less than two blocks from the Stark Building."
Coulson quickly explained everything that happened, incredibly how easily Ivan found Nick Fury's location.
Hearing this, Nick Fury was startled and felt a creeping fear. He would have been furious if it weren't for his trust in Coulson. How could the S.H.I.E.L.D. defense system be so easily breached? As the director, being tracked down so effortlessly was alarming.
Nick Fury broke out in a cold sweat, his back soaked. He forced himself to stay calm. He knew he had to control this man named Ivan Shaw and investigate the forces behind him. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully.
However, Nick Fury felt a bit embarrassed. Ivan's sudden arrival disrupted his plans, leaving New York understaffed. Given Ivan's ability to travel through space, capturing him required neutralizing his spatial powers. This involved creating a cage with high-voltage currents, a method previously tested on mutants. The stronger the current, the more significant the impact on spatial abilities. They needed a powerful energy source to ensure success, likely requiring Tony Stark's help.
"Stabilize him first. I'll be right there," Nick Fury instructed, hanging up the phone. He had just left the Stark Building but turned back, soon reaching the top floor where he found Tony Stark. "Tony, I need help!"
Meanwhile, Ivan ordered a cup of coffee in the restaurant and drank it leisurely. Before Nick Fury arrived, he took out a small box, opened it, and revealed an ordinary-looking eyeball inside.
"Nick Fury, I've prepared a great gift for you. I hope you like it. Used well, it can protect the Earth. Used poorly, it can lead to its destruction. I hope you can control it." With a strange smile, he took out the eyeball, inspected it, then put it back in the box.
A little time passed, and Ivan waited about twenty minutes. During this period, several people left inexplicably for one reason or another, and then new guests entered the restaurant, ostensibly eating and drinking coffee. However, Ivan could sense the hidden firearms under their clothes. These people were dressed as agents, merely the advance team, while the real boss was about to appear.
Sure enough, the restaurant's door opened again, and a tall man wearing a black trench coat, bald head, and a blindfold walked in. He went straight to Ivan's table and sat down facing him.
"Ivan Shaw, tell me your real purpose," Nick Fury said, skipping any preliminaries.
"If I said I came to see you this time to give you a gift, you would not believe it. But it doesn't matter; the gift is here, whether you want it or not." Ivan pushed forward the small box that had been placed on the table before, smiled at Nick Fury, and waited for his reaction.
Nick Fury seemed only to have Ivan in his sight. He didn't even glance at the box on the table and didn't believe Ivan's words. "Don't play these little tricks with me. Tell me, who are you? What forces do you belong to? Why are you so familiar with S.H.I.E.L.D.? I checked the information about you before, and nothing unusual came up. It's too perfect, which makes it suspicious. With the information I have, I can be sure that all the data about you found on the computer is fake."
"Who am I? Haha! That's a good question. I didn't deliberately hide myself. At least my name hasn't changed. If you are willing to investigate seriously, you can still find out. However, you must check the information on paper, which must be from seventy years ago. Data from the Second World War! I believe you will find something."
Bang! Nick Fury slapped the table fiercely, his face very ugly. "Ivan Shaw, don't test my patience. Information from seventy years ago? Are you trying to tell me that you are over seventy years old? Don't blame me for being rude if you continue to talk nonsense."
When Nick Fury slapped the table, Ivan sensed that the disguised agents secretly reached into their pockets, held their weapons, and aimed at him.
"Being rude? With just your subordinates? Do you think they can handle me? Oh, and there's the steel boy outside. You pretend to rely on him." Ivan glanced through the restaurant's glass door, looking at a car outside.
"I understand his stubborn temper very well. You must have spent a lot of effort to keep him under control."
Boom! As soon as Ivan finished speaking, the door of a car outside the restaurant was kicked open, and a man wrapped in steel armor walked out, striding into the restaurant.
The mask opened, revealing Tony Stark's face. He directly confronted Nick Fury, "I told you there was no need to waste time talking. Just arrest him. Now it's embarrassing."
Then Iron Man turned to Ivan, "Boy, you look quite confident! Even daring to tease me. Who do you think you are?"
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