Nick Fury lives in a one-bedroom apartment near Constitution Avenue in Washington, DC.
When the early morning sunlight shone through the window, his body suddenly turned over and jumped up as if it were loaded with springs.
He reached for the bedside cabinet with his right hand and pressed the alarm clock in time to make a piercing sound.
"Damn it! You can't be late on your first day of employment!"
Young Fury said the catchphrase as he quickly rushed into the bathroom.
After spending ten minutes completing his personal hygiene, he showed his white teeth in the mirror.
Put on a regular suit and comb your hair into an adult style—you can skip this last step.
When Fury was studying, he discovered that he had great potential to become a black singer.
He once wore an afro, held an electric guitar, and roared loudly at an event held by a community school, and was almost kicked off the stage.
From then on, Fury lost his dream of being a singer, shaved off his explosive hair and replaced it with a refreshing buzz cut.
It's a pity that there is no form of rap at the moment. Jazz and rock music are popular.
Otherwise, with Fury's racial talent, he might even be able to debut and become an idol.
"Have a hot dog! Remember to add chili con carne!"
Fury hurried out of the apartment and ran to the hot dog stand across the street to buy breakfast.
He lived in an African-American community and the environment was not good.
Gangs are rampant, there is always an unpleasant smell in the corridors, and crimes such as break-ins and thefts occur every now and then.
The only advantage is probably that the rent is cheap enough.
"You look like you won the lottery."
The vendor passed over a generous portion of the chili con carne hot dog, and it was obvious that this was a special treat.
When he was extorted by gang members in the past, Fury helped and stopped them.
As the gangster's "sniper", he is quite a deterrent to those street gangsters.
"It's similar to that. Rubio, who is your favorite star?"
Fury took a bite of the sauce-covered hot dog with a satisfied expression on his face.
"Betty Page! She is so sexy, I do it to her poster almost every day..."
"Male! I mean male celebrity! Come on, Rubio, I'm not interested in hearing how you do traditional crafts."
Fury quickly interrupted the other party. He also had sexy posters of Bettie Page at home, but the most he could do was look at them a few times before going to bed, and then try to have a beautiful dream.
"Well, probably Clark Gable, I really liked his movie "It Happened One Night."
The stall owner scratched his head. When talking about male celebrities, he did not talk about the excitement of female celebrities and acted very calmly.
"Then you can think that I'm about to meet Clark Gable - working for the person I admire, what's the difference between this and winning the lottery?"
Fury showed excitement as he spoke.
"Then I'd rather win the lottery!"
The stall owner muttered, he couldn't understand Fury's mood at all.
The latter didn't say much. He couldn't possibly publicize his interview with Superman everywhere.
"I wish you have a nice day."
Fury quickly finished his caloric breakfast, said goodbye to the hot dog vendor, and hailed a taxi.
"It seems that I will have to buy a car in the future. I wonder if SHIELD employees will receive relevant subsidies."
With this thought in mind, Fury stepped into the door of SHIELD, just in time to clock in at nine o'clock.
"Hello, I'm Nick Fury."
Following the instructions from the front desk, he took the elevator to the storage area of the logistics department.
He received two sets of work uniforms, a name tag to prove his identity, a gun and a fixed number of bullets.
Afterwards, go to the human resources department to sign a confidentiality contract and complete the entry procedures.
"Welcome to SHIELD, Agent Fury."
HR management reaches out and shows a level of goodwill.
"The organization has a task for you."
A trace of surprise flashed in Fury's eyes. He didn't expect to receive the task from above on his first day at work.
Is the working atmosphere of SHIELD so strong and the working environment so tense
"Can I know what the mission is?"
Fury asked subconsciously.
He is currently an agent with the Intelligence Service.
As a new employee, it usually takes a few days to adapt and integrate into the group before officially participating in various actions.
"You'll find out soon enough."
The manager of the human resources department looked at Nick Fury who looked confused with envious eyes.
"This is a good thing that many people in SHIELD can't wait for!"
Fury, who was full of questions, followed the other party's instructions and came to the underground garage of SHIELD.
A rather low-key black car turned on its headlights with a "pop" and shone on him.
The driver in military uniform handed the keys to Fury and said in a voice with a sense of honor: "This job is left to you."
What job
drive
Fury took the key.
He thought it would be a dangerous task of monitoring suspicious people and tracking foreign spies, but he didn't expect that he would be a driver.
Nick Fury, who wanted to make some achievements, suddenly felt a little bored.
"By the way, there are still some questions you need to answer."
The driver took out a piece of paper and read it: "Do you have a driver's license? How many years of driving experience have you had? Are your skills good enough? Will... the drainage channel bend?"
Nowadays, when someone drives a car, do they still need to learn how to negotiate drainage ditches
Nick Fury was speechless and didn't know how to answer.
"Agent Fury, you are not driving for ordinary people. As the driver of Lieutenant General Cavill, you have very high technical requirements."
The driver frowned slightly and said seriously.
At this time, the car window was lowered, revealing a young face.
None other than Luke himself.
With a smile on his lips, he looked at Nick Fury, who looked like he was changing his face in a Sichuan opera, showing surprise, and said softly: "You don't seem to be very willing, Agent Fury?"
"No, no! Lieutenant General Cavell, I used to do odd jobs in a garage. Not only can I drive, but I am also an experienced driver!"
After learning that he was working as a driver for Superman, Nick Fury's mood was like riding a roller coaster, with ups and downs.
He was instantly full of yearning for this job.
His mouth was like a cannon, spitting out a lot of words: "As for turning the drainage channel... I haven't tried it yet, but if there is a requirement in this regard, I can go back and practice for a few days. This shouldn't be a difficult skill!"
"Then get in the car, Agent Fury."
Luke waved noncommittally and said with a smile: "I have to attend the lunch meeting at the Pentagon. I hope you won't make me late."
Frila opened the door and got in.
Insert the key, hold the steering wheel, warm up the ignition, and start the engine.
Perhaps because of nervousness, the black car shuddered violently.
Rocking back and forth, side to side.
"Sorry, Lieutenant General Cavill, I'm a little... nervous!"
Young Fury was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He observed Luke's expression through the rearview mirror and found that the other party was not dissatisfied, so he felt relieved.
"I'm starting to worry a little bit about my personal safety—probably the safety of my body. Agent Fury."
Luke's eyes flashed and he said gently. (End of chapter)