NATASHA STORMED INTO THE VIEWING ROOMto find Steve and Y/N watching doctors operating on Fury's lifeless body. Steve wore a solemn expression as she stood beside Y/N.
"Is he gonna make it?"
"Don't know."
"Tell me about the shooter," she started.
"Fast, strong. Had a metal arm," Y/N stated.
Natasha paused, processing Y/N's words.
"Ballistics?"
Hill entered. "Three slugs, no rifling. Completely untraceable."
"Soviet-made," Natasha murmured.
"Yeah."
Doctors hurried around as Fury's heart rate and vitals began to drop.
"Defibrillator!"
"I want you to charge him at 100."
"Don't do this to me, Nick," Natasha said quietly.
"Stand back."
"Three, two, one. Clear!"
"Pulse?"
"No pulse."
"Okay, 200 please."
"Stand back!"
"Okay, three, two, one. Clear!"
Another shock rang out in the surgery room, but it created no response.
"Negative."
Natasha's expression nearly changed to sadness. She didn't want to believe it.
"Don't do this to me, Nick. Don't do this."
The doctor bowed his head and turned to a nurse.
"What's the time?"
"1:03, doctor."
"Time of death, 1:03 a.m."
Steve left the viewing room, with Y/N following shortly after. He walked into an empty storage room and stared at his face in the mirror, trying to gauge any emotion.
Y/N balled up his fists.
Nick Fury was dead.
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Equipment was scattered around the room by cobalt wisps as Y/N let his powers burst out in an uncontrolled frenzy.
Glass shattered behind him, but Y/N ignored it as he exited the room and watched as Fury was carried off the operating table.
