*The meeting* (Private Post)

The warehouse was dead quiet. Rows of crates stretched into the shadows, and the only sound was the faint hum of a single hanging bulb swaying above the metal table in the center. Nick Fury stood there, coat draped neatly across his shoulders, his good eye fixed on the door.

He checked his watch. Hollis was late. Not surprising. If anything, it was expected. Fury knew Hollis didn’t like authority, not after G.U.N anyway. But he also knew Hollis respected truth when it was laid bare. That’s why Fury picked this place—no press, no backup, no show of power. Just two men, face to face.

( u/A_Sonic_Fan202 )