A/N: So I promised myself I wouldn't work on this anymore, and people aren’t exactly beating down the doors for more, but... the muse wants what it wants, and, well, I've learned it's best not to ask questions. It may even turn into a full-fledged fic, with lengthy chapters and everything. +++
Nick Fury didn't bother to look up from the report he was reading; he simply signaled for the agent to come in.
"Agent Coulson," he said. "I take it you're ready to go?"
"Yes, sir," Coulson replied. "Plane's leaving in 30."
"It's long overdue. Enjoy your leave," Fury said. "From what I hear, it should be a nice trip this time of year, though I've never been able to spend much time in Southern California myself."
Out of the corner of his eye, Fury saw a wry grin crease Coulson’s face. It quickly disappeared, though, as the agent gave him a clipped nod.
"Then I'll be sure to send you a postcard and tell you what it's like, sir," Coulson promised.
Fury finally put the report down and looked up at the agent, who was gazing steadily back at him.
"You do that," he mildly replied.
Then he waved his hand dismissively and picked up the report again. As he heard Coulson walk away, however, he allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction.
Coulson was a good man and a damn fine agent; Fury had no doubt he would succeed on his mission – if
he were on one, that is.
Because Fury had been given direct orders from the Council not
to interfere with the Initiative, despite the fact that it was pursuing the Super Soldier Serum, something that clearly fell under S.H.I.E.L.D.’s directive.
And so he wasn’t doing anything.
He wasn’t sending one of his agents to the Initiative so he could assess the situation for himself, to see if Maggie Walsh was still a scientist who cared more about achievement itself than what was actually created, to see if anything good could come out of something built on a rotted foundation – because from what he understood, it didn’t get much worse than HSTs.
And he most certainly was not
looking for any weaknesses in the Initiative that could be exploited if it all went to shit like he knew it would.
And if Coulson were to travel to Sunnydale on his own personal time…
Who was he to tell the man how to enjoy his vacation? +++