Late night on the firing range. Valentina was letting off steam by testing a new target. It looked suspiciously like the new director. As she had yet to met the man face to face, any similarity would be called a coincidence with her last breath.

tags: nick fury, valentina fontaine

 Even in his "disguise", Ben knew he stood out like a sore thumb. Still, stares were better than people metaphorically getting their pitchforks out. He'd gotten a call from Reed, called back just long enough to let the other man know he got the call, asked about the cure's progress, not happy with the answer, and then hung up. Ben needed booze, and plenty of it. 

He went to one of his usual watering holes from his pre-Thing days. When he walked in he nearly caused a near-parody of one those events in the movies where everybody immediately stops what they're doing and stares at you.Ben decided he didn't like being the recipient of such attention. 

"Take a photo ya mugs! I ain't stayin' here all night!" He grumbles, making his way over to the bar. He eyed the stool dubiously before grabbing another one to put beside it, before climbing up gingerly. "Give me two of the strongest thing ya got, and keep 'em coming."

"Um, sure thing pal."

tags: nick fury, the thing

Even at high noon, or nearly that, the interior of the bar was shadowed. It wasn't open for the day yet, but that didn't matter. Stoney didn't care if an old friend showed up to sit in a corner, drink and smoke in peace. It was one of the few places Logan knew he could find peace and quiet in New York. He was even thinking of buying into it, just so he could get himself a key to the back door. Quiet-like, silent partner in a place old soldiers could drink without getting hassled. Yeah, he could put money behind that, no questions asked. Maybe there was an apartment upstairs.

He blew a plume of smoke into the thick dark air and cussed again at the wait.

Logan hated waiting. He'd gotten a message to be in New York, but it had been a week and he was tired of the noise smells of the city. Christ, people crowded in together were worse than animals. Put them in boxes with all that concrete and asphalt around, it was bad on his senses.

At least he blended in without a problem. Nobody paid any attention to him as he went from bar to bar, picking up information, meeting contacts, finishing the odd fight. The fleabag hotel he was in only cared if he was paid up. Yeah, it was time to find some place permanent to stay in the city when he had to be here for work. Fleabags tended to have real fleas. He wasn't the animal they thought he was. He liked his bed clean and bug-free.

Which reminded him of why he was here to begin with. Fury was going to pay extra for the inconvenience.

mood: cranky tags: nick fury, wolverine