C (56) Nick Fury!

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"Very formal to your old boss," commented Fury.

Natasha shrugged. "I have my reasons. This isn't a social call. I know you are off the grid and you've set this meeting up at my request… Nice deserted diner by the way." It had always been one of his favourite places to set up secluded meetings within the general vicinity of the public eye.

They'd done it with Stark back when he'd been suffering from Palladium poisoning.

"It's a nice payoff for them. Morning off work." He sipped from his coffee cup. "Let's get to the point."

Natasha had considered different ways to approach Fury on the subject of Carol Danvers. He had kept her secret for years.

Her details didn't even exist inside SHIELD's database. She was still listed as dead in official records, having been killed in an Air Force mission, which had gone wrong.

Natasha knew, from her discussions with Carol over the years after the Decimation, how she had obtained her powers and what had happened to her since her accident.

She marvelled at the woman's dedication to help the universe. But Fury had kept her existence off the records, leaving only him with the opportunity to contact her if he felt she was needed.

"I need to contact someone," she began, keeping her game face on. "Someone only you have the capacity to do so."

Fury sat up straighter, his posture moving from relaxed to on guard.

Her words had put him on edge.

"I think you know who I mean. Carol Danvers." Natasha didn't flinch when Fury pulled out his gun and pointed it at her. She had expected this.

"No one should know who she is or that she exists. Reveal yourself." Fury said firmly.

"I'm from the future," said Natasha quietly.

She'd thought about this long and hard. The only way to convince him was to tell him the truth.

Surprisingly the inner voice had agreed with her assessment of the limited options she had.

They needed Carol Danvers and the only way she could possibly gain Fury's help was if he was aware of the truth. "I'm still Natasha. But fighting to stop what happened. And we need Carol."

Fury's eyes didn't shake or move from the glare he was giving her. The gun did not waver either, nor did he lower it. "Prove it."

"I can't. You weren't part of the future I came from. You were already gone. We found the communicator device she gave you. You'd already called her. We kept triangulating the signal out into space. She came and she helped us. But the cost was high for me and for Tony. Both of us are fighting to stop what happened. And we need Carol." She said this sincerely, hoping it might be enough to convince Fury to at least lower the gun.

He did and he slowly sat back down but he remained watchful of her.

She didn't blame him.

"How can I believe you when you can offer no concrete proof?" Fury pointed out. He still had the gun in hand, resting on the table. He could easily shoot her if he wanted to.

"Would I really be telling you this if I was lying?" she pondered back, wanting him to think about why she could trust him with such sensitive information.

"Only one other person knows, aside from Tony, is aware of where we truly come from. Tony could only convince them because he became partial to information later on in his life which he could use to prove he was from the future. Unfortunately, I do not have any such luxury. I am Natasha. I have been a SHIELD agent for years. Barton convinced you to give me a chance. I was once a target, destined to be hunted by your organisation, instead, you offered me a chance to change and I took it. I've never looked back since. Never regretted it, always been loyal to you."

He was still scrutinising her. "If I believe you… what do you need her for?"

"We need to get in contact with a specific group of people. They are space's equivalent of the Avengers. Sort of." That was the best way to describe the Guardians of the Galaxy.

"We lack the technology and the tech to reach out to them though I'm sure it is not out of Tony's ability to do so. But we do not have time to wait for him to invent something to reach out to. Carol is our only chance of getting things moving. Something bad is coming: the same person who was behind the attack on New York."

"Loki?" Fury queried.

Natasha shook her head. "No. It's worse. His name is Thanos and he wants to destroy half the universe. Where we came from he succeeded. You were one of his victims. We want to stop it from happening. To beat him and revive everyone who lost their lives across the entire universe, both Tony and I died. We both gave our lives and we were sent back here to fix things."

"You have been working together for a while. I may be out of the field but I am still within the loop. I did find it curious." He raised the gun again. "But I still require more proof."

"I can't give you anything else." She pressed forward. She had to get through to him. What could she say to convince him?

"You've said nothing that could prove to me you are from the future. You could be lying. You could be pretending to be Agent Romanoff, taken her form and her memories. Killing you would revert you to your true form."

He thinks you are a Skrull.

The voice was back. She didn't even know what a Skrull was. She chose to ignore it.

"Killing you would prove you are one."

Natasha swallowed, her fingers gripping the edge of the table.

Tell him how he lost his eye.

Of course, why hadn't she thought of it? Carol had once told her how Fury had really lost his eye. It had been on one of the few visits Carol had made to Earth following the Decimation.

They'd been reminiscing over the people they had lost. She'd asked Carol how she and Nick Fury had met. Carol had told her.

"A Flerken scratched your eye. That's how you really lost it. Not in an epic battle as you have claimed, but to a creature who looks like a cat." Natasha crossed her arms over her chest and stared at Fury.

"That help at all? Carol told me. And she hasn't been to Earth since she left."

Fury lowered the gun again. "You're making this difficult, Agent Romanoff."

"Do you believe me?"

"Only one other person on the planet knows the truth and you've never had any contact with them," sighed Fury. "You're either a Skrull or you really are Natasha Romanoff from the future who has met Carol Danvers."

"How are you going to prove it is me without shooting me?"

"One simple way." Fury smirked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the communicator device that enabled him to call Carol Danvers.

"Let's see what she thinks of you, shall we?"

And he pressed the button.

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