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In the near-year since General Ross’s ‘death’ at the hands of Weapon X, General Nicholas J. Fury had come to appreciate a level of command that being SHIELD’s star-studded Level Seven hadn’t allotted him. Of course, he talked a big game about it — comparing it to being the Pope, the Queen, and the President all rolled into one had been downright one of the biggest — but all that power came with even greater amounts of responsibility.“Twenty-seven.”And he hated that as much as he did anything else. “I lost twenty-seven people that day.” His fist clenched at his side, the scarring beneath his eyepatch throbbing as a vein bulged too close to it. “More agents lost in fifteen minutes to this one kid than I’ve lost since I took this job. Twenty-seven families lost someone to…”The room kept a silence he barely expected from the gathered crew; Stark himself simply staring with eyes nearly as piercing as Barton’s. “Some of them we could identify the normal way. Prints, dental, and face did the job.” The remote clicked to the next screen in that same silence with only his voice to break it. “Others we had to go off equipment serials and roster assignments, because what we recovered came off walls and floors and what was left… you’d be lucky to get enough in one place to photograph.”If you felt like photographing soup.

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