#marvel shield

reader is also a shield director if possible, or a high rank agent !! fluff, any scenario :3

Dinner With The Director

Nick Fury x Male Reader

Summary: During a meeting with the Avengers, Fury casually let's it slip that his superior had invited them all over for dinner.

A/N: Implied reader is Hispanic/speaking Spanish. I wasn't exactly sure what to do with this. I'm trying to post two requests a day as they come in, so I apologize if it seems like I'm ignoring your request!

TW: Fluff

The heavy oak door swung inward, revealing not the sterile, high-tech environment they associated with the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., but a warm, inviting entryway. A plush, patterned rug lay just inside, and a small wooden shoe rack sat neatly to the side, already holding a pair of well-worn slippers. Fury stood aside, his usual severe expression softened slightly, though his voice held its familiar gravelly tone. "Take your shoes off when you come in, please." He gestured towards the rack with a sigh that seemed more weary than annoyed.

A collective shuffling ensued. Steve, ever the polite guest, was the first to comply, carefully placing his worn leather boots on the rack. Tony, with a dramatic groan, kicked off his expensive loafers, nearly sending one skittering across the hardwood floor. Thor, after a moment of bewildered contemplation, followed suit, his Asgardian boots thudding softly. Bruce, looking slightly awkward, slipped off his sneakers, while Natasha and Clint moved with their usual practiced efficiency, their movements silent and fluid.

The entryway opened into a cozy living room. Soft lamplight illuminated bookshelves overflowing with well-loved volumes, comfortable armchairs draped with knitted throws, and framed photographs adorning the mantelpiece. The air held a faint, pleasant aroma of wood polish and something subtly sweet.

Natasha's keen eyes immediately gravitated towards the photographs. One showed a younger Nick Fury, a rare smile gracing his lips, standing beside another man with kind eyes and a warm smile. They stood close, an undeniable air of affection radiating from the image. Clint, ever observant, noted the matching rings on their left hands. Another photograph, slightly faded with time, captured what looked undeniably like a wedding. Nick, looking uncharacteristically formal in a dark suit, stood beaming next to the same man, who wore a lighter-colored suit and held a bouquet of white flowers.

Following Fury, the Avengers navigated a short hallway, the sounds of their sock-clad feet muffled by another rug. The murmur of what sounded like purring grew louder as they approached an open doorway. The aroma of garlic, herbs, and something roasting intensified, drawing them into a warm and inviting kitchen.

It was a picture of domesticity that none of them had ever associated with Nick Fury. Sunlight streamed through a window above a farmhouse sink, illuminating copper pots hanging from a rack. A large, sturdy wooden table sat in the center of the room, already set with mismatched but charming plates and cutlery. And then there was the blur of fur – a ginger cat weaving between Fury's legs, its tail held high like a fluffy question mark.

"Goose, get out from underfoot," Fury grumbled, though his tone lacked real irritation. He bent down, scooping up the feline, who immediately began to purr loudly, rubbing its head against his cheek. Holding the cat securely, Fury turned and walked towards you, standing near the stove, your back to the group.

As he approached, Fury leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. "Everyone's here, mi amor."

You turned, a warm smile gracing your lips. Your eyes crinkled at the corners as you took in the assembled Avengers. "Welcome, everyone! Thank you so much for joining Nick and me for dinner." Your voice was kind and welcoming, a stark contrast to the tension that had filled their initial agreement.

A wave of confusion washed over the Avengers. Tony’s eyebrows shot up, Steve looked genuinely perplexed, and even Thor seemed momentarily thrown. Natasha and Clint exchanged knowing glances, their earlier observations clicking into place.

Catching their bewildered expressions, you tilted your head, your smile softening with amusement. "¿No les dijiste que el director era tu marido?" you murmured, your gaze shifting towards Nick, who still cradled the purring cat.

Fury looked from the Avengers to you, then back again, a classic Fury shrug playing across his shoulders. "Not everyone needs to know my motherfuckin business."

A swift thwack echoed through the kitchen as a tea towel, wielded with surprising accuracy, connected with the back of Fury's head. "Eres un niño así, ¿por qué me molesto?" you muttered, shaking your head with a fond exasperation.

"Oh, please, forgive my husband," you said, turning back to the Avengers, your smile returning. "Please, everyone, have a seat." You gestured towards the dining table.

Tony let out a hearty laugh, the tension in the room finally breaking. Natasha and Clint chuckled in agreement. "We kind of figured after seeing the pictures," Clint offered with a wry grin.

The Avengers settled around the table, the initial awkwardness dissipating as easy conversation began to flow. Fury, still holding Goose who had now settled comfortably in his arms, began bringing out dishes from the oven and the stovetop. There was a hearty-looking stew, a colorful salad, and a basket of warm, crusty bread.

The meal was surprisingly pleasant. Everyone, even the usually stoic Steve, found themselves smiling and talking. They asked questions about the house, about the delicious food, and inevitably, about Nick and you. Each time a question arose about your relationship, Nick, despite his usual sarcastic retorts, answered with a surprising tenderness, often glancing at you with a soft smile. You, in turn, shared anecdotes with warmth and humor, painting a picture of a life far removed from the shadowy world of espionage. Goose, the ginger cat, occasionally hopped onto Fury's lap, demanding attention with loud purrs.

Eventually, with full stomachs and lighter hearts, the Avengers began to depart, offering genuine thanks for the unexpected hospitality. The atmosphere was relaxed and convivial, a far cry from their usual interactions with the Director.

Once the door had closed behind the last of the Avengers, a comfortable silence settled over the cozy house. Nick placed Goose gently on the floor, the cat immediately setting off to explore the now-empty space. You began to gather the empty plates, stacking them neatly.

"They were nice," you commented, carrying a stack towards the sink. "I really enjoyed having them over."

Credit: @mycroftplayingoperation

That means he's Director of SHIELD for roughly 12 years before he starts getting curious about what Pierce is doing, begins digging and Hydra attempts to kill him.

Meanwhile Peggy is Director/Founder/High Command from 1950ish to at least 1989, and she gets to retire, relax, and die peacefully in old age

So we don't even have to unpack all the Hydra scientists it's implied she recruited. Because how on EARTH did she run things for FOUR TIMES as long, and didn't see enough to make her question things??? While it was a SMALLER organization? She really didn't ask a single damn question that ticked Hydra off in fourty years? Not one?

Peggy Carter is either incompetent, or complicit.

Chapters: 29/29 Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jane Foster/Thor Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Chthon, Mateo Maximoff, Django Maximoff, Maria Hill, Jane Foster (Marvel), Everett Ross, Darcy Lewis, Thor (Marvel), Original Female Character(s) of Color, Loki (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Ancient One (Marvel) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Magic, supernatural horror, Demonic Possession, character injury, Canon Romani Characters, Bigotry, Romani Wanda Maximoff, Not Canon Compliant with Movie: Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Therapy, Not Thor: Ragnarok (2017) Compliant, N'Garai demons, Zombies, black magic, description of decomposition, Odin is an asshole, Character Death, Sickness, Blood, Coughing Blood, Family Secrets, Family Drama, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Horror, Arachnophobia, Gore, Psychological Horror, Psychological Torture, Childbirth, Stillbirth, attempted infanticide, Descent into Madness Summary: