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Fury stared at Noah in silence.
Steve wore a strange expression as his gaze moved back and forth between them, like he'd just noticed something worth remembering.
Fury felt awful.
Why did he always run into Noah when he was saying certain things?
Worse, every time he was talking nonsense, this guy exposed him so fast that Fury never had time to react.
Everyone knew about Fury's eye. Almost no one knew why he lost it. He was too embarrassed to explain it himself.
But Noah knew.
He'd seen it happen with his own eyes. And the one responsible was currently playing hide-and-seek in Noah's Sanctum.
The room went silent.
Fury was completely at a loss. Rogers looked awkward. The rest either enjoyed the show, didn't care, or had no idea what was going on.
"You're here, Noah?" Fury finally spoke after a long pause.
He stabilized his emotions with effort, silently cursing Noah countless times. Then he turned to Rogers.
"Remember what I told you. Some people should never be trusted casually."
"I understand. I'll try." Steve nodded.
He glanced at Fury, then at Noah and the others. "Your Excellency. Long time no see."
"Hello, Rogers." Noah smiled faintly. "It has been a while. How have you been?"
"I'm doing alright. Still getting used to this era. And this world."
"Take it slow. Nothing happens overnight."
After a short exchange, Rogers left the office. Coulson followed his lead, reading the room perfectly and excusing himself without hesitation.
Soon, only Noah and his three companions remained—along with a noticeably darker-looking Fury.
"Damn it. You actually came at this time." Fury let out a long breath once they were alone.
"I didn't expect the timing either." Noah spread his hands. "Especially not when you were bragging about your past. And falsifying parts of it."
Fury rolled his eye.
Falsifying? Seriously?
Who could've predicted that getting scratched by an orange cat would turn into this?
Well, it wasn't really a cat. It was a Flerken named Goose. And apparently, it caused irreversible damage.
Fury didn't even know what to say about that.
He'd trusted that thing. And then—
He shook his head.
No point continuing. Arguing with Noah only led to silence.
With a sigh, Fury looked past Noah. Then paused.
He recognized Constantine. Cigarette in his mouth, participant of the Battle of New York.
But the older man beside him—
Were they brothers?
Fury didn't ask yet. He looked back at Noah instead.
"Noah. What do you need this time?"
Noah casually took a seat.
"First, I wanted to ask about you. Also—what was going on with Rogers earlier?"
"He has doubts." Fury shook his head. "I haven't decided whether to tell him about S.H.I.E.L.D."
Then he frowned, staring at the man who looked exactly like Constantine.
After a moment, realization hit.
"…John Wick?"
"Oh." Noah nodded. "Yes. The assassin from the High Table."
"So you're moving against the High Table."
It wasn't a question.
Fury understood immediately. He knew Noah had been watching them. He just hadn't expected the focus to shift from the Golden Apple to ancient assassin connections.
Either way, the result was the same.
An organization that threatened the world wouldn't end well if Noah got involved.
In Fury's eyes, the High Table was already doomed.
"More or less." Noah nodded. "I'm here to ask that when this is over, you arrange a new identity for John Wick. Let him live normally."
"Oh?" Fury raised an eyebrow. "In exchange for information?"
"No. He helped us take action."
Fury froze.
Helped them?
An ordinary human assassin assisting a mage against an organization of ordinary people?
He didn't react immediately. He just stared at Noah, trying to figure out what game he was playing.
Either way, the High Table was finished.
"I also need some things from you. And I'm explaining his situation so you can protect him afterward."
"If he's willing, he could even work for me."
"That's later," Fury said. "What do you need?"
"Guns."
"A lot of guns."
"…"
Fury stared at Noah.
Now he finally understood.
This mage was bored enough to play role-playing games.
He glanced at John Wick, who looked confused—more like he didn't fully understand who Noah actually was.
That made Fury want to laugh.
This guy had no idea what kind of people he'd gotten involved with.
After a moment, Fury decided not to expose anything.
If they wanted to play, he'd let them play properly.
Weapons weren't a problem. He could provide plenty.
And honestly, Fury saw an opportunity.
After dealing with Noah enough times, he understood his patterns.
This might be useful.
HYDRA was doing something. Fury didn't know what yet. He hadn't given up on S.H.I.E.L.D., but he needed evidence. He needed to know how much could still be saved.
It was dangerous.
But with mages involved, safety wouldn't be an issue.
Before using this opportunity, Fury wanted clarity.
"Guns?" Fury laughed casually. "No problem. Any model you want."
"Later, though, I might need your help with something. I'll pay."
"Need help?" Noah tilted his head, then nodded.
Helping wasn't an issue.
Whether it was Rogers being hunted or Fury facing assassination, Noah could intervene.
Opportunities like this didn't come often.
Probably wouldn't happen again.
Probably.
Noah understood Fury's intentions but didn't call them out. He needed something. Fury needed something.
Helping while playing was fine.
Fury was decent enough.
Noah agreeing made Fury relax.
He activated the communicator and called Coulson back immediately.
Then he sent over a long list of weapons.
The list left Noah staring.
Jason and Wick looked stunned by Fury's generosity.
Ignoring the rest, Noah recognized one name.
M82A1.
The Barrett.
"…We're not going to war," Noah interrupted. "Just give us good handguns. And enough ammunition."
"Huh?" Fury stopped. "Only handguns?"
"I'm just saying, you won't experience real firepower that way. You sure you don't want something heavier?"
"I'm sure." Noah nodded. "I'm not dealing with planes."
"And I have nowhere to put that much gear."
"Remember, I'm not a mage right now."
"I'm an assassin."
"…No. An agent."
Fury thought for a moment.
"Fine. Handguns only. That's simpler."
"To avoid trouble—like police involvement—I'll issue you identification. Sound good?"
"That would be excellent."
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