All You Can't Eat! (Blob)

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Nick Fury

"Ain't you heard... Nick Fury's got more lives than a cat!"

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Once given the command, Fury would begin walking forward into the large mega gym. The eyepatched man would find it curious whether or not Blob was in there for the workout, or to detest the practice. He did find that eating people was a thing as Famine, so he may be "fixing" himself in there. Not that the man was only his weight, but it took what he was known for away.


He would walk in and the place would be rather quiet. Everyone seemed a little on edge. Not really out of danger, it just seemed to be more uncomfortable. Fury would look at the man at the front and raise an eyebrow, who gave him a quiet nod in the direction of the large man. Whether he was still there or not was the real question. Surely he hadn't picked up on the LMD, right?


He would walk back in to where the boxing area was. He had a hunch.


"Fred Dukes?"

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Currently, he was in an area designated for superhumans. It wasn't that they kept them separate from fear. These guys are good on the homo superior front. It was just that your average gym jerk couldn't afford to be punched by someone as strong as the Blob!

The man was large, over five hundred pounds. He wore his brown hair short and had decided to start growing a beard, albeit one that was only a couple weeks old. He wore a black muscle shirt over his chest. BLOB was written in white letters across the back of it as if there was any doubt. He wore gold trunks and blue gloves.

He was currently pounding at a punching bag meant to stand up to ten ton strike. Even still it felt like it was reeling!

"Who wants to know?"

The mountain of a man turned to see an eyepatch staring back at him. "Y'know, I've already done government work*, Fury. Paid pretty well but not quite enough to put up with liasons and stuff." He didn't quite get the pronunciation of liasons.

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*He did! He got a full pardon to work for Val Cooper on the Freedom Force. - 'Memberin' Martyr!

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Nick Fury

"Ain't you heard... Nick Fury's got more lives than a cat!"

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Fury's reputation definitely carried a long way. Even in the face of being one of the most wanted men on this planet at the moment, everyone and their brother knew of him. Even though they didn't know where he was located, none of them would even think to try and rat him out. At least, so he had observed. One of the few men that didn't know that and may not have been playing dumb would be the large man standing before him.


"I don't work for the government no more, Dukes. In fact, they're out to get me if they can ever find me... Which should tell you that I ain't here for a social call."


The man walked over to the coat rack and took his off, revealing a white tank top and jeans underneath. The grizzled man still packed some muscle for his old age, scars and knots still lining said arms. He'd stand behind the bag that Dukes was punching on. Some would think he was a mad man, but we all know Fury wouldn't be standing behind that punching bag if he were going to fall on his ass when hit.


"I know this may be a sensitive time, but you know as well as I do, the world don't quit for anybody... Well, it does for a few people if they try hard enough, but that's never a good thing. Are ya willin' to hear me out?"

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The mountain of a mutant scoffed when Fury said he wasn't with the feds anyone.

"You're still government, Fury. 'Cause if government's good at anything, it's talkin' and talkin' and not getting to the point."

The Blob hit the punchbag with a sonic boom of a punch once, twice, three times. Left, right, left. BOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!

"'Cause you didn't get to your point, Fury, I'm going to start with mine. Even the good guys know not to deal with you straight on. What's the pay and what's the source? Ain't no way you have any money as a civil servant unless you skimmed off the top."

Fury was a lot of things, but he probably wasn't an embezzler. If he was being paid, and he'd better be, the source would have to be solid. In another life, he wouldn't give a damn where the pay came from as long as the checks cleared. Now, he was a hero so he had to consider these things. 

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Nick Fury

"Ain't you heard... Nick Fury's got more lives than a cat!"

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Fury had a guess that Dukes would be harder to convince, but he hadn't even gotten to his point yet (as the man said), so he wouldn't be disappointed yet. There was a lot of thought that went into this type of thing. He was honestly surprised to see Gambit and Deadpool join so quickly. He figured he'd have to drag some of em' by the ears. Something he admired of Dukes was that he was straight to the point, no matter who was standing before him. Fury would return that courtesy one hundred percent.


"I won't lie to you, Dukes, I don't have an answer to those questions. Simply because neither of those questions are applicable. There's no pay and there's no source. I never knew being a hero meant always getting paid, I thought it meant doing what was right when the time came." He'd say with a grin.


Fury was sure that'd bother Dukes, and that might've been part of Fury's plan.


"You already know I wouldn't be here unless there was something serious enough to get me out of hiding to tell you about... It's a world ending threat that makes you one of the only four men on the planet I can trust right now. I wish I could offer you some sort of compensation, but I'm obviously not in such a position."

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"It's not always, but I'm dealing with government, Fury. Civil service usually pays. And that's rich coming from you. The right thing? You're just a mercenary of the federal payroll. Didn't get paid by Magneto when I was with him. Did it for the cause." 

Kind of. Like with the circus, among the Brotherhood was one of the few places he was accepted for who he was. It was a big part of why he was drawn over and over again to them.

The Blob scoffed. "It's always a world-endin' something. Did you jackasses summon Hell again? Wait. Four men?"

The mutant had a well-earned reputation for being a moron. If there was one thing he did know and actually bothered to pay attention to, it was teams. He knew his people. He knew his friends. It was second nature when that's all you really wanted out of a team.

"What the hell would be going on that would make Apocalypse's boys the only people in the entire world you think that you can trust?"

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Nick Fury

"Ain't you heard... Nick Fury's got more lives than a cat!"

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Fury would grin internally at Blob's sudden interest in what was so powerful that the Four Horsemen were the only people he could trust. Something Dukes likely wasn't even considering at the moment is how untrustworthy the other horsemen are as well.
Gambit is a thief.
Deadpool is... Deadpool.
Wolverine is a man running on a very short fuse.
The only time that Fury could ever trust just these four men is this current scenario.


"Skrulls. I'll assume you ain't never heard of em', so I'll go ahead and explain..." He'd say before giving another preparation inhale of his cigar, "The Skrulls are an alien race that basically kidnaps you and replace you with an identical Skrull. They steal your memories, your likes and dislikes... Everything. They are a perfect carbon copy of you. Then, they attack. Once they're all in place."


"That doesn't answer your other question, though. The reason you are the only four men in the world I can trust... Apocalypse's mutations on you during that time. When you were in that time, those mutations were made specifically for YOU. Not just your body, but your mind and spirit. While they can mimic you perfectly, it isn't the same thing. From that moment, I had a life model decoy follow you. I monitor your every move, making sure that you weren't swapped out. You can't trust anyone. Not even me, ironically. The only thing I have to say if I AM a Skrull, is they shoulda kept me on their ship..."


"I know that's a lot to take in, but the quicker we act, the better."

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That was it. They were dealing with alien duplicates. It was a tragic irony that the same thing that took away the quartet's individuality under the crushing boot of Apocalypse was the saving grace that spared them being duplicated by the threat that peaked around the corner right after the first one collapsed. Fury claimed that he had tailed the Blob and his more-or-less allies with a life model decoy.

"Funny, I don't remember fighting any of your people when I was Famine to help anyone. Not a finger when we were brainwashed to target mutant kids or anything."

The Blob scoffed when Nick Fury went through the standard spy stuff about nobody being trustworthy, not even himself.

"Don't nobody trust you, Fury. Nobody. Anyway, I can tell you ain't one of them Skrull guys, 'cause no wimpy alien'd be stupid enough to go toe to toe with the Blob!"

As if to punctuate this, he pounded the punching bag sending it flying across the room.

"Let's get outta here. I'm done workin' out."

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Nick Fury

"Ain't you heard... Nick Fury's got more lives than a cat!"

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Fury would nod as the man punched the bag hard. The man seemed to be apprehensive to helping Fury, which was to be expected. The man Dukes wasn't one on trust. It was a wonder Apocalypse got to him at all with his lack of trust. Something he did know was that there was a heart beating for the good fight under all that fat. The man he was looking to was a good man, possibly better than even Fury...
Hell, what was he sayin'. All them men he approached for this job was better men than him. Wilson, LeBeau, Dukes... They were all good men. They had their flaws, don't get him wrong, but there was a still a drive to do the right thing.


"Now, you ain't gonna like this much, but I'm gonna need to keep the LMD on you everywhere you go. Don't worry, I ain't creepin' on you, I've just got to make sure you don't get swapped with a Skrull. I've just got to get one more of you on board, then we're ready to go." He'd pause, he was getting ahead of himself.


"That is, if you're in." Fury would ask, extending a hand to shake.

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Fury was making more and more and more demands. It was typical of government types. They always wanted so many things from someone like the Blob, someone with power, someone who went out and did the dirty work for the government while they sat behind a desk and spent their time sharpening pencils.

The Blob laughed when he said that he should not try to lose the toys Fury was sending to track him down.

"You go right ahead and do your shadow crap, Fury, but it's pointless. You really think those stupid aliens can replicate me? Cyclops, sure. Anyone can do eye beams, but something is gonna move some poor imitation of THE BLOB!"

The Blob shook the spy's hand when he offered it and asked if he was in. What did he have to lose? Plus, he could prove that he wasn't just what Apocalypse had made him, had made him out to be: a monster.

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