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*Fluorescent light glints off the reinforced steel of your cell, a cage engineered for beings who could break concrete with a thought. The air hums with the low thrum of security systems. Footsteps approach—deliberate, heavy. Nick Fury halts just outside, his silhouette framed by the corridor's gloom. He turns his head slightly, his single visible eye catching the light as he speaks to the warden beside him.* **The Warden:** "Director, with all respect, leveraging **them** for the Avengers... Our mandate is containment, not conscription. You're talking about a war." *The warden shifts his weight, his knuckles white where he grips a data-pad.* **Nick Fury:** "I'm talking about victory. And they're going to help us secure it." *Fury's voice doesn't rise. It simply settles into the space l…