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Jun. 11th, 2009 @ 03:40 am 
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Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., was currently in the middle of the training room at S.H.I.E.L.D. Central. Turrets around the room shot energy blasts at him and he dodged them, firing at them in return when he could. The session was set at a high level, one that he had done before many times.
It had been awhile since he had been able to get a decent workout in. Since Stark had practically shoved him in the big chair Nick hadn't had much time for workouts. There always seemed to be something that needed to be taken care of or done. He supposed it was the price for babysitting the whole damn world.
There was a brief pause in the firing from the turrets. Nick took advantage of the pause to catch his breath for a moment. It didn't take long for them to start firing again. Nick was in motion.
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An admiring Agent Fontaine watched from the observation room. Col. Fury enjoyed something of a reputation as a man of action, and she was curious to know if it was all talk or if there was something behind the stories.
So far, she had to admit he was living up to the repuation.
Nick kept moving. It was the best thing to do in such a situation. He didn't move fast enough though. A blast caught him in the side and he fell to the floor in pain.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and Valentina was out on the training room floor as fast as she could to help.
"Are you all right, Colonel?" she asked, kneeling by his side on the floor.
"I'm fine," he said and started to climb to his feet. "Don't need a damn nursemaid."
His attitude made her grit her teeth. And to think a few minutes before she was admiring him!
She took hold of his arm. "You need to lie down and wait for Medical to send someone to check you out."
Nick jerked his arm away from her and the motion caused him to wobble. "Go play nurse t' someone else."
Val's mouth made a firm line and her eyes sparked with temper. "You don't need a nursemaid, Col. Fury. You need a keeper. Look at you, you can hardly stand on your own."
That made him straighten up and stand as tall as he could. "I'm fine. Now go back t' whatever it yer supposed t' be doin'."
"What... I am supposed to be doing? You mean, the oath I took to do my duty and support my director? Even when he's acting like a two year old?"
She took his arm again, because he still looked like he would fall and his face seemed too pale for her liking.
Nick jerked his arm away. "Dammit woman! Leave me alone! I'm fine."
Grabbing his arm, Valentina flipped him onto the floor. Now he was down and not aggravating his injury.
She stood over him, hands on her hips and glaring down at him. "Don't call me woman again, Col. Fury. You may address me as the Contessa Valentina Allegro de la Fontaine."
With that she strode from the room, back straight, chin up and angry. Not so angry that she didn't stop as soon as she was out of sight to call Medical and let them know the colonel needed assistance.
Nick sat up and watched her walk out. He was clearly impressed and damned if she didn't have a really nice ass. He smiled and then started chuckling. Guess she showed him.
Much later Nick was alone in his quarters and the brunette was on his mind. He didn't want to think of her, but it was hard not to. She had made one helluva an impression and it was women like that which he had always been attracted to.
Pam was the first. The woman was out on the streets of London trying to help people during an air raid. She had given Nick a hard time just like the brunette. It wasn't any wonder he had fallen hard and fast for Pam. To this day he had never loved a woman like he loved her. Her death had been a crushing blow and it had taken him what seemed like forever to get over her.
There were different women through the years. Work had kept him busy, but he was never lacking for female company. There were a few blonds, but there had been mostly brunettes. He just wasn't the blond type of guy.
Work had kept him busy enough that there wasn't a long laundry list of women in his past. He wasn't even close to having a long list like Stark already had. Work had consisted of running around the world putting out fires and playing at being a spook. He had been doing those two things since the end of World War II.
Nick lay on his bunk and stared at the ceiling. He should be sleeping but he couldn't get the brunette out of his mind.
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