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Summary: Xander’s Road Trip doesn’t go as planned.

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Marvel Universe > Nick Fury: Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.OlBearFR15813,8882617684,07815 Jan 1223 Aug 14No

Chapter Six

Disclaimer: BtVS and all characters from the show are owned by Joss Whedon, SHIELD, and Nick Fury are owned by Stan Lee and Marvel Productions.

Chapter Six

S.H.I.E.L.D building, New York

Timothy ‘Dum Dum’ Duggan walked through the corridors of the headquarters, a sheaf of papers under one arm. He wanted to talk to his old war buddy and boss, Nick Fury and he had a good idea where he would find him.

Going over to a bank of elevators he entered an empty car and pressed the button for one of the many sub-basements of the building. The button flashed read until he swiped his security card and punched in a code on the keypad. Accepting the code as valid the lift doors hissed shut and it started to descend. Minutes later the lift came to a halt and Dum Dum stepped out. Nodding to a group of agents who were waiting to board the elevator he walked down the corridor to the only door that had a flashing red light above it, showing that the range was in use.

Entering the shooting range he placed the papers on a table while he quickly donned a pair of ear muffs. Nick obviously had some stress to work out and he was doing it by putting a large number of rounds down range into target. From the pile of empty shell casings on the floor it was obvious that he had been here for a while.

On the firing point Nick dropped the empty magazine from his pistol and reloaded before firing again. When the slide of his Sig Sauer locked back he placed the pistol on the bench and pressed a button to bring the now well perforated target towards him.

“Yes?” He asked as he inspected the target. The head of the target was completely shredded but he frowned when he noticed one hole high and to the right. He must have jerked the trigger instead of squeezing, causing the round to fly off target.

“Phil just got back from the academy.” Dum Dum said, holding up the sheaf of paper. “Looks like the kid is doing better than expected.”

Fury accepted the file and started reading, making note of the surprisingly high marks Alexander Harris had received in the tactical and strategic exercises and the ‘Close Quarter Battle’ drills that all agents in training had to go through. He paused when he saw the medical portion of the file and that Harris had been admitted to the infirmary with what was suspected was major tendon damage to his left knee after a rope had slipped while abseiling. He had been discharged the next morning with a notation that there was no apparent damage.

He frowned at that. Harris had been given just a single dose of the Infinity Serum, enough to allow him to heal from the injuries that he had suffered when he arrived in a matter of weeks instead of months. After that Alexander should have returned to normal but according to the medical records in front of him minor injuries such as sprains and strains healed overnight.

Fury doubted that Harris would end up with the extended youth he and Dum Dum had. The kid would have to be dosed with the serum for years before that would happen. But it was strange that the effects of the serum were still affecting him.

Closing the file he passed it back. “Anything else?”

Dum Dum shrugged slightly. “According to Phil Garrison asked who the kid really is. He gave him the cover story we cooked up but eventually who Harris really is is going to come out.” He wasn’t looking forward to when too many people found out that Alexander Harris was not only genetically Fury’s grandson but had vast information about most of the heroes and villains of this world.

“The story just has to last till it’s time to send him back to his world, which will be in about eighteen months according to Doc Strange.”

Dum Dum nodded before taking a deep breath. There was something on his mind that he wanted to ask his old comrade in arms. “Boss why go to all this trouble to train the kid? I would have thought that once he told us everything he knows you would have put him into Witness Protection till it was time for him to go.”

Fury sighed, he knew that someone would ask that question sooner or later and he was just glad that it was Dum Dum. “I’m having him trained because someone asked.” He stated.


“Thou looks as though thou has much on thy mind!”

Nick reacted instinctively, diving out of his chair and rolling to cover behind a nearby filing cabinet. His sidearm out of its holster and aimed at the intruder in his office. Then he recognised his uninvited guest.

“Lord Odin. This is an unexpected pleasure.” He said, getting to his feet and holstering his pistol. “What brings you from Asgard?” He asked, knowing that it was rare for Odin All father to leave his realm.

“Thou newest arrival has brought me from my halls.” Odin said simply. “We must talk on what is to be done with that young warrior.”

“You know who he is?” Fury asked. Stephen Strange had only been able to give generalities of the world the boy had come from, no details of who he was or how he came to arrive in this dimension apart from that it was the result of a botched spell. “And what do you mean that he’s a warrior? He’d be lucky if he’s over eighteen.”

“Aye.” Odin said as he settled into one of the leather executive chairs in the office. “His name is Alexander Harris and I have seen much of his world.” He paused and glanced meaningfully at the concealed drinks cabinet in the corner. Fury took the hint and quickly poured a large glass of whiskey for his guest.

Accepting the glass Odin took a sip, savouring the burn of high quality whiskey. There were many things that he liked about Midgard, its comely maidens whose beauty entranced so many Asgardians including himself, its warriors of the calibre of the mortal sitting across from him and the potent drinks the mortals brewed.

Taking another sipped he looked at Fury. “Despite his youth he is a warrior to his heart and soul. One who has saved his world with nothing more than his wits and determination. Since he was sixteen he has stood beside his world’s greatest champion and faced demons who would destroy his world and never taken a step back. Already he has earned an honoured place in my halls. He is a credit to your name Nicholas Fury.”

“He’s not really my grandson.” Fury replied absently, not overly surprised that the Allfather knew the results of the tests that had been conducted.

“He may not have your name but he is of your blood, never doubt that. And his world stands at the forefront of the fight between the light and the darkness.”

Fury sat in silence while Odin told him about the world where Harris had come from. That the world his ‘Grandson’ came from was cursed with, what sounded to him, a dimensional rift straight to Hell. How vampires and demons stalked the night unchecked apart from a single girl who had been cursed with death to defend life and who fought them at every turn in secret. How the boy, after finding out the truth about his world and the death of his closest friend had sworn a silent oath to stand beside her for as long as he could.

“Sounds like the kid would be better off staying here.” Fury commented when Odin had finished.

The ruler of Asgard shook his head. “Nay Fury that must not come to pass! The boy must be returned to his world at the proper time. The champion of his world will need his support if she is to triumph.”

Odin paused and looked directly at Fury, his single eye glowing.

“Thus I lay a geas on you Nicholas, son of Jack. Alexander Harris must be prepared for the battles he will face. Instruct him in the arts of war and the ways of combat. Teach him how to lead when required and more importantly how to follow. The Darkness is growing and he must be at the forefront of the conflict all else all will be lost!!”

Despite himself Nick felt the power of the Allfather and it was an effort to make sure that he didn’t instinctively obey the command. Shaking himself slightly to regain his composure he looked at his guest.

“If his world is so important why don’t you send your own forces?”

Odin shook his head. “If it were permissible I would send mine own warriors, even my son, to that world to cleanse it of the filth. But alas powers greater than mine have forbidden it. If my armies were to go to that world it would trigger a conflict that could destroy every world that ever was!”

For a moment Nick considered telling Odin that Harris was going to be put into Witness Protection. But the look in the Allfather’s eye was enough to convince him that it would be a good idea to grant Odin’s request.

“Very well, I’ll get him into the S.H.I.E.L.D Academy. If he can get through that he’ll be prepared for just about anything.”

Nodding in acceptance Odin finished his drink and got to his feet. “Now that our business is concluded I will take my leave.” He said, extending a hand to Fury. “I wish to visit my son before I return to Asgard.”

Nick grasped the offered hand. “It’s always a pleasure to see you your majesty and give my regards to Thor when you see him.” He said.

Stepping back Odin tapped his ornate walking stick on the floor and he disappeared.

Once more alone Fury walked over to the bookcase against one wall. Reaching out he grasped his copy of ‘The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire’ and pressed down on the spine. With a click a wall panel slid aside to reveal the door of his personal safe.

He quickly entered the combination that only he knew and swung the door open. Reaching in he pulled out a small refrigerated container.

Minutes later he left his office and made his way to the infirmary.

End Flashback

“So that’s why you gave him the serum and got him into the Academy.” Dum Dum said. “Have you told the kid about it?”

Nick shook his head. “Not yet. I’ll explain it all to him before he goes back to his own world.”

“Don’t wait too long Nick. The kid’s smarter than he lets on. It wouldn’t surprise me if he doesn’t work it out for himself.” Dum Dum commented.

“He’d have to work out that genetically he’s my grandson first.” Fury said, holstering his pistol and heading for the door as a group of technicians came into to refurbish the range.

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