Dave walked through the corridors of the Helicarrier with the kind of swagger that would've made even Tony Stark raise an eyebrow. Though cloaked in invisibility, he moved like he owned the place—hands in his pockets, a faint smirk on his lips, boots making no sound on the tallic floor. His presence was hidden, but his attitude radiated.
Steel walls humd with energy as agents walked past him unknowingly. He weaved between them casually, scanning doors and rooms with flicks of his eyes. SHIELD's tech may have been advanced, but none of it could detect him under his multi-layered magic.
"Hmm... Command Room should be this way," he muttered under his breath, turning down a hallway that curved toward a restricted access zone.
As he passed through the final blast door—phasing through it effortlessly—he stopped.
There she was.
Sitting confidently in the command chair at the heart of the Helicarrier bridge was a woman wearing an eyepatch, short tactical hair, and a long black coat. Her presence radiated control and authority.
Lady Fury.
She was casually giving orders to agents, her voice sharp, composed, and commanding. Dave couldn't help but grin.
"Female Fury. Damn, she wears it better," he whispered to himself.
But before he could get closer, sothing twitched in the air.
A soft thud echoed behind him.
His grin faded slightly.
Then—
"Who's there?"
The voice ca from his side, and Dave turned just enough to see her—a girl in a sleek, red-and-black suit crouched low on a nearby beam. Her mask covered her face, but her body language scread tension.
Female Spider-Man. Or rather—Spider-Woman in this world.
She was already staring in his direction, narrowed eyes behind her lenses.
"She sensed ?" Dave mumbled, surprised.
His invisibility spell was still active. No alarm had gone off. No sensors had triggered.
But her spider-sense... it cut through all that.
Suddenly, she leapt from the beam, flipping in the air and shooting a web toward his direction.
Dave chuckled and shifted just enough to dodge it, revealing a shimring outline of himself for just a mont.
The entire room froze.
Lady Fury stood up slowly, eyes locked on the distortion where Dave had been.
"Drop the cloak," she ordered calmly.
Dave sighed. "Well... guess the ga's up."
With a snap of his fingers, the cloak peeled away like mist.
Gasps filled the room.
A man they'd never seen—long coat, glowing eyes, relaxed as if he were in his own living room—stood in the middle of SHIELD's command bridge like he belonged there.
"Yo," he said casually, raising a hand. "I'm from another world. Long story short—I'm just here to take a peek. Nice place by the way."
Click. Click.
Guns cocked from every direction as SHIELD agents surrounded him, rifles raised and eyes sharp. Dave stood calm and unimpressed, hands still in his pockets, the faintest smirk playing on his lips.
At the center of it all, Lady Fury raised a single eyebrow, her voice calm but edged with steel. "explain within a second who are you or die." She said placing one leg over another causeing Dave etes to wander around.
Dave tilted his head, then chuckled. "Heh. You know, back in my world, Fury is bald. Y'all really upgraded over here."
" I wish I cna can exchange my wolrd fury with yours"
The room looked confused at his words, but Lady Fury didn't flinch. She slowly walked down the steps toward him, soone handing her a tablet mid-stride.
"Who are you?" she asked again, without breaking eye contact.
"Dave Garcia. Everyday guy. Used to work in a corner store... and maybe just a little above average Arican dude with a good background but ultimately beaten by Kingpin."
Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the tablet. "Seems like you're a bit more than that."
Dave's grin widened. "Ah,all of that is right , except about the soul occupying this body."
He took a step forward, not intimidated by the guns trained on him. "Let's skip the whole interrogation scene. You're SHIELD, right? Then you must know about... the Darkhold."
At the ntion of the na, Fury's posture shifted. Her fingers tightened on the tablet, and her voice dropped. "What did you say?"
"I said..." Dave gestured with one hand, and a faint spark of dark crimson mist flickered around his fingertips. "I'm one of the few guys who can open it, read it, and still keep my soul. No corruption, no madness. Kinda cool, right?"
Her silence spoke volus.
"I used the Darkhold," Dave continued, "to possess a version of myself in a parallel world. Wanted to see what it'd be like to walk around a place where things went differently—and here I am."
Fury's eyes sharpened. "You're saying this world... isn't yours."
"Exactly. I'm just a tourist," he said, then gave a playful wink toward Spider-Woman, who was still crouched nearby, staring at him with silent intensity. "Your friendly neighborhood visitor."
Lady Fury glanced at the agents and gave a slight wave. "Lower your weapons. For now."
Reluctantly, the SHIELD agents eased their grips, though none took their eyes off him.
Dave rolled his shoulders, stretching like he'd just gotten comfortable. "Thanks. Now then... let's have a little chat. I've got forty-sothing hours left in this world, and I'm really curious how deep this rabbit hole goes."
Spider-Woman didn't say a word—but she didn't stop watching him, either.
After ten minutes of scanning, questioning, and being watched like a ticking bomb, Dave finally found himself alone in a more relaxed room with the woman in charge.
She sat across from him, legs crossed, gaze steady. "The na's Furiosa, not Fury," she said calmly, placing her tablet on the table.
Dave leaned back in the chair with a lopsided grin. "Furiosa, huh? Gotta admit, that na hits harder than Fury."
Before Furiosa could respond, the door opened silently and in walked the other presence Dave had sensed earlier. A woman in a black-and-red suit, the spider motif across her chest unmistakable. Her sharp eyes watched him through her mask, every movent coiled with alertness.
"She's been quiet since I got here," Dave said, nodding toward her. "But I can guess who you are."
Furiosa smirked faintly. "Her na's Perry. Perry Parker."
Dave blinked, then chuckled. "Perry Parker? No way."
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