I'm beginning to think Nick Fury is the militant aspect of my muse. When I don't want to write, have no ideas, he shows up in my brain and the next thing I know, a potential story starts to evolve (with him in it, of course). Lousy timing though at 6:30 on Christmas Eve. So this might be another delayed Christmas fic.
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