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"Agent Coulson's down".
"The medical team's here now."
"They're calling it."
With a sigh, Commander Nick Fury clicks off his communicator, and turns to walk away from the body of one of his best agents - and a friend.
He's taken no more than three steps, though, when he hears "Commander!" from the bloody scene behind him and a bright blue aurora sparkles into place in what's left of his peripheral vision.
The white-coated medic's voice is thick with shock and surprise. "Something's wrong here!"
Fury whirls and strides back to stand by the now prone body of Phil Coulson, with shocked medics on either side of him.
The now clearly visible wound on Coulson's bare chest is peppered with sparks of bright blue lightning.
A slow, dangerous smile creeps onto Fury's exhausted face.
"No, something's finally going right."