On the outskirts of New York, at the forr site of the Carl Family estate, on the second-floor conference hall:
"Hello, Family Head!"
As the dazzling portal suddenly erged from the room, two well-trained young maidens hurriedly approached. Their faces were filled with respect and joy as they stood on either side of the portal, waiting for instructions.
As if sensing their presence, the bald African-Arican man who had been sitting on the eting sofa for so ti stood up. His left eye was covered with a black eyepatch, and the gaze of his remaining right eye was sharp as it focused on the scene.
"Go fetch the bottle of red wine Howard stored here," Kyle instructed the maids after erging from the portal. He then lifted his gaze to the familiar face of his old friend, and a warm smile brightened his handso face. "Fury, it's been a few months."
"Yeah," Fury replied, shaking his head with a mix of emotions. The stern expression he often wore as Director was now replaced with a bitter smile. "It's all thanks to you. Being Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't an easy job. It's tough, exhausting, and troubleso."
With that, Fury walked up to Kyle, patting his shoulder. He looked saddened and disheartened as he said, "Kyle, Howard told about your health over the phone. I'm sorry. I have the resources you have, and I also have the ones you don't. You gave the position of Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., but I really don't know how to help you."
"It's not your fault, and not just you, nobody on Earth can help ," Kyle shrugged and said, "Only I can save myself."
"Are you leaving soon?" Fury's already dark face took on a more somber expression as he asked.
Kyle didn't hide anything from him and straightforwardly answered, "I will remain here for three days including today. On the third night, I will attempt to leave Earth using certain thods."
"Three days, huh… In that case…" Fury seed to have sothing on his mind but didn't continue.
"Let's drop this topic. I brought soone with ," Kyle gestured and moved to the side, keeping the shimring portal in its circular form. Natasha, with her fiery red hair, followed behind, leaving damp footprints on the floor.
"I know her, Natasha Romanoff, the Elite Agent from the Soviet Red Room," Fury said with a friendly smile on his face as he approached Natasha and extended his hand for a handshake. "Last ti I saw you was during World War II on a battleship. You were badly injured by Kyle and treated in the interrogation room, both of which I arranged."
"I'm now Natasha Carl," Natasha responded without a hint of kindness, giving Fury a cold glance.
She wasn't very fond of Fury. It was too much to bring up her past right after eting soone.
"Get to know each other. From now on, the two of you will be partners at SHIELD," Kyle interjected.
Natasha reluctantly nodded in compliance with Kyle's words, while Fury chuckled and said with satisfaction, "That's great. Having a Super Agents who I can trust and support while working together in SHIELD, will bring much peace of mind."
After the three of them comfortably settled onto the conference sofa, the maids brought over the red wine. They poured the wine into their respective glasses and then retreated.
Kyle elegantly raised his wine glass, swirling the rich red liquid within, and asked, "So, have you not been at ease during this ti as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Fury didn't answer imdiately. He took a sip of the wine thoughtfully before saying solemnly, "Kyle, you were right about one thing— you were right in saying that S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't as simple as it seems. The primary goal of SHIELD is to eradicate Hydra, and that's true, but many of the managers and staff are Talents drawn from various departnts of the U.S. Governnt and Military. The relationships among these departnts have been complex and tangled since the formation of S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Do you suspect there are Hydra spies among them?" Kyle calmly inquired.
"It's not just suspicion; I'm certain there are. And recently, I've beco aware of one— my newly appointed secretary, soone I interact with daily at work." Fury sighed in frustration as he spoke.
He looked apologetically at Kyle and said, "I was careless. Despite having dealt with Hydra so much in the past, I still underestimated their ability to infiltrate and embed themselves in every and all departnts."
Kyle wasn't surprised by this. After all, in the original story, S.H.I.E.L.D. was practically a haven for Hydra. So, this situation was actually an improvent.
After a brief contemplation, he asked, "Have you dealt with the spy yet?"
"Not yet. After eting you, I plan to use that little rat to uncover more infiltrators," Fury said coldly. His lone eye, as sharp as an eagle's, held a sense of authority that foreshadowed his future role as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
"That's quite simple, actually." Kyle chuckled, pondering for a mont before saying, "When you get back, accidentally let slip to that little rat about my severe illness caused by nuclear radiation, how I've lost my abilities and have been resting here at the estate for treatnt. Also, tell them that I'll be leaving this place in two days to live on an unnad island."
"Are you trying to lure them here?" Fury quickly grasped Kyle's idea upon hearing this.
Kyle nodded and said, "The Hydra organization is like a Hydra itself— cut off a head and another grows in its place. If they dare to co on the eve of my departure from Earth, none of them will be able to leave."
Natasha raised her hand and interjected, "Won't this trap be a bit too obvious? I don't think Hydra operatives would fall for it."
"Whether they co or not doesn't matter. It's just an attempt," Kyle said, crossing his legs and leaning back against the sofa. His bright blue eyes glead with a shrewd and intelligent light as he spoke. "Moreover, half of the information Fury will leak to them is true. Mixing half-truths with important intelligence, along with the allure of killing , the Symbol of Peace, I believe there are still fools who will walk right into this."
"Not just remnants of the Hydra organization. They might even persuade other factions to join in for a big surprise," Natasha nodded in agreent. She understood Kyle's strategy well.
"Indeed, if they learn about your health issues, even if the credibility is as low as one in ten, the Red Room will undoubtedly send nurous agents to investigate," Natasha affird.
"Not only the Soviet Red Room but also the German Nachtbruch, Imperial Japan's Samurai and Ninja… By the way, their level of hatred for you has likely exceeded the limit," Fury chuckled with a wry smile.
"On the eve of my departure, they are welco to gather at the estate," Kyle laughed lightly, almost wishing he could send them invitations.
Who would dare to not accept it? Kyle would like it if they didn't hold grudges into the future; he would rather solve them all directly and wholeheartedly in this era!
"Oh, by the way, there's sothing else. I don't know if I should tell you," Fury hesitated. Under Kyle's puzzled gaze, he continued, "Peggy Carter, do you rember her?"
Agent Carter?
The na seed to awaken mories within Kyle.
Of course, he hadn't forgotten her. The first Rare Green Card that changed the course of his life was extracted from her.
She was a comrade, a friend, soone entrusted by Steve.
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