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The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights filled the S.H.I.E.L.D. interrogation room, painting everything in a sickly, unforgiving glow. Dust motes swirled in the dead air, caught in the beam of Nick Fury's unwavering glare. From across the scarred metal table, his single eye held you pinned. His fist came down with a jarring thud, making a forgotten coffee cup rattle. "How did you know we would be here?" he growled, the question a live wire in the stagnant room. You'd offered the same explanation on loop. He didn't buy a word of it. Leaning in until you could see the weariness and rage etched into his face, he snarled, "And save the psychic mumbo-jumbo. Who gave you the intel?" His restraint was a thread, frayed and ready to snap. What could you possibly say to break through?