Nicholas Fury

## Biography

### Nicholas Fury: 1941-1945

There's no need to tell you about my childhood, mainly because the government has decided I didn't exist prior to the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. I mostly agree with that statement. The young man I once was died that day alongside my friend Red Hargrove. That's how I became Fury.

Following the events at Pearl Harbor, I became a U.S. Ranger and was recruited by Captain Sam Sawyer to take part in the Strategic Scientific Reserve's Super-Soldier program. I was injected with the same cocktail that was put in Steve Rogers and a few others, but the Vita-Ray contraption was blown up before I had the chance to let the serum metastasize or something. Dr. Erskine--the genius behind the Super-Soldier program--was killed in the same explosion, which meant that the secrets of the machine's construction and engineering was lost. Regardless, the serum still had some effects on me, and so I was assigned to lead the SSR's 1st Attack Squad (better known as the Howling Commandos). The Commandos were a special band of soldiers who took some of the most dangerous missions of the war. Other than Captain America and myself, there was Rogers' lifelong best friend and right-hand man James "Bucky" Barnes, my right-hand man Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan, Gabe Jones, Jim Morita, Logan Howlett, and a few others.

Us Commandos fought against the likes of the Red Skull, Arnim Zola, Baron Heinrich Zemo, and the secret Nazi weapons and science division known as HYDRA. While "Cap" did his thing, I did mine: leading the Commandos as we fought against the Nazis and their allies with missions that ranged from deep infiltration behind enemy lines and to just your regular old assaults and firefights.

During the war, I met Lady Pamela Hawley of the Daughters of Liberty, who would become my first love. She died...We don't need to say much else about that. Of course, that wasn't the only death I'd see in the war. I caused a great deal of death myself, but I also saw good...no, great men die in truly horrific ways. I myself didn't leave the war unscathed. On the mission where Cap went full-on hero, a grenade landed at my feet. Before I could even think to react, one of men jumped on it and saved my life, but I still felt something sharp rake across my face and things went black. When I woke up, I was in a surgeon's tent.

### Colonel Fury: 1945-1967

After my recovery, I got word that the war was over. For mostly everybody else, it was time to go home and try to live a semblance of a normal life again. Not me. I decided to accept a permanent gig with the SSR and oversaw several clean-up operations with the remaining Commandos in the direct aftermath of the war before the SSR saw my potential and put my skills to use.

That was when I really stepped into the shadows. Over the next decade or so, I engaged in all the typical cloak and dagger crap, helping the SSR against Leviathan -- a Soviet deep science and espionage agency -- and their Red Room program. I continued working behind the scenes for nearly twenty years before the plug was pulled on the SSR. My time with the agency got me a brevet promotion to Lieutenant and before I knew it, people were calling me Colonel Fury.

### Director Fury: 1967-Present

Apparently, almost immediately after dismantling the SSR, the United Nations had decided that in order to properly protect the world at large from any possible threat, the world needed a much larger organization to do the job, choosing the iconic symbol of Captain America to represent the organization: the shield. I was selected to be SHIELD's first director, a position I've held ever since.