Nick Fury stood frozen, utterly dumbfounded.
He pointed at Leo with his one eye trembling in disbelief.
"You… you… you're turning this around on me?"
His mind short-circuited. That moment hit him harder than any alien invasion.
The man's spiritual defenses crumbled—his already blackened heart just got another few shades darker.
He had never imagined there existed someone so outrageously shameless—someone thicker-skinned than even him!
Watching Fury's expression twist like he had swallowed a bug, Leo smirked triumphantly.
Play dirty? Please. You're not the only one who knows that game.
The soldiers weren't killed by him. The commander wasn't killed by him. The so-called mastermind? Not him either.
All the blame naturally went to the Hulk—a walking Class X disaster zone. A few extra casualties wouldn't even make a dent in his record.
So when Fury tried to corner him, Leo calmly flipped the script.
"It wasn't my intention in the first place," Leo said seriously. "But you, Director Fury—you're showing murderous intent toward me. That's where you went wrong."
He crossed his arms. "Also, I'll be suing you for threatening the safety of a law-abiding taxpayer. Emotional distress, lost wages, nutritional expenses—you name it, I'll be billing you for it."
"Oh, and I'll sue the U.S. Military too. Recklessly attacking a legal citizen? That's a clear violation of human rights!"
Nick Fury's jaw almost hit the sand.
"You… You—Hmph!"
He was so enraged that for a second Leo thought the man might actually burst a vein.
Snorting coldly, Fury spun on his heel and stormed toward his bulletproof car.
But just as he grabbed the door handle—
"Heh, Director Fury," Leo's calm voice drifted through the night, "don't be so hasty. Keep that intergalactic pager of yours safe, alright?"
Fury froze.
Leo continued with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I really don't want you to panic and accidentally press that button. You know, the one that calls your cosmic savior?"
"Comrade Carol can't protect you forever. She's only for critical emergencies, isn't she?"
BOOM.
That sentence hit Fury like a thunderstrike straight to the skull.
The world seemed to collapse around him. His brain stopped processing commands; his legs stumbled, and he slammed right into the car's hood.
But even pain couldn't snap him out of it. His eye went wide with raw horror.
How the hell does he know about that!?
"How!? How do you know about Carol!?" Fury screamed. "How do you know about the intergalactic pager!? Who the hell are you!?"
"This secret is known only to me! Not even the President knows about it!"
"Wait—are you a telepath? A mutant?!"
His voice cracked with panic. Agent Coulson, standing nearby, was stunned speechless.
Was this trembling wreck really their unflappable Director Fury? The same man who once stared down alien armies without blinking?
Coulson could only gape. What pager? Who's Carol?
Leo ignored Fury's meltdown, speaking casually:
"Comrade Nick, forget Carol or your precious pager. Even the day you die—I already know when it'll happen."
"What!? My death!?" Fury yelled.
"Don't interrupt me."
Leo smiled faintly. "There's nothing in this world—or the universe—that I don't know. I'm not a telepath."
He tapped his temple. "I'm omniscient and omnipotent. Your past, your future—everything is already in my grasp."
To Fury and Coulson, Leo sounded impossibly arrogant—borderline insane.
But deep down, they couldn't refute him. Not after everything he'd already shown.
"Damn it…" Fury muttered, his throat dry.
Then Leo added lightly, "Fine, I'll give you two free spoilers."
"First—your superhero, Captain America, Steve Rogers—he's still alive. You'll meet him soon."
"Second—Agent Phil Coulson." Leo looked directly at him. "Congratulations. You'll die in an alien world a few years from now."
Coulson's face went pale.
"Relax," Leo said with a smirk. "You won't stay dead. You'll be resurrected later. People come back from the dead all the time—it's practically a hobby in this universe."
"WHAT!?" Fury roared.
"WHAT???" Coulson echoed, voice cracking.
"This… this can't be real!" Fury muttered. "Steve Rogers is dead! He sacrificed himself decades ago!"
He pinched his arm hard.
"OW! …It hurts. So it's not a dream."
Meanwhile, Coulson was spiraling between panic and joy.
He was going to die? That sucked.
But then again—he'd also be resurrected? That was awesome!
And Captain America… alive?! His idol wasn't dead?!
If there weren't people around, he would've been jumping and crying tears of joy.
Leo grinned inwardly. Everything was going according to plan.
A few carefully chosen words—and the hook was in. Fury couldn't ignore him now.
And as for Coulson?
Well, Leo didn't even need to worry.
That fanboy could never keep his mouth shut.
The news would spread soon enough.
[Host, your psychological warfare efficiency has reached 96%. Recommend continuing operation.]
Leo smirked. "Good job, Destroyer System. Let's see how long Director Fury can keep his cool now."