TONY TOOK THE ELEVATOR to this penthouse apartment and punched in his security code.
“J.A.R.V.I.S.?”
“Welcome home, sir.”
Strange. J.A.R.V.I.S. didn’t turn on the lights for Tony upon his arrival, as he normally would. Tony knew something was wrong.
“I am Iron Man,” a flat and sardonic voice came from the shadows on the far side of the room. “You think you’re the only Super Hero in the world? Mr. Stark, you’ve become part of a bigger universe. You just don’t know it yet.”
Tony noticed the shadows shifting near the area where the voice was coming from. He balled his fists and readied himself for a fight.
“And exactly who are you?” Tony asked as the figure moved closer.
“Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D.,” the voice said as its owner stepped out of the shadows. He was a tall, formidable looking man, who wore a patch over his left eye—an eye that was scarred by what looked like the claws of a ferocious animal.
“Huh…” Tony said, still on guard.
“I’m here to talk to you about the Avenger Initia-tive.”