Kill King M'Baku

"You heard me," Fury replied gruffly from across his desk, leaned back in his leather chair as he looks Romanoff up and down. The former KGB agent, assassin, and spy known as Black Widow was currently sat across his desk from him, the redhead's voluptuous body hidden only by the deliciously skintight material of her black bodysuit. Fury wasn't phased; he already knew what was hiding under there. He'd fucked her once years ago, and had gone back to watch the video many times since.

"I said we're gonna kill that motherfucker. Now I assume you don't have a problem with that, agent."

The Russian bombshell looks over the aging black spy with deep concern. Fury had only asked her to **** a head of state once before, when she'd been ordered to **** Red Skull after a HYDRA takeover of Mexico City. Political coups were not typically SHIELD's job, unless things were in a very bad state. This was apparently one of those times.

"We've worked with M'Baku before, Fury; he's a minor player at best. So why am I taking him out?" The busty redhead hesitantly looks over the intel, waiting for a good answer.

"You're right. M'Baku ain't that tough. He's bigger and stronger and meaner than Black Panther, but he's dumber, too." He turns back to look out the window, pacing across his large stateroom and its many awards and medals.

"So how was he smart enough to team up with Frost and the whole goddamn Atlantean army?" He shakes his head as he fidgets with a manilla file folder, marked with only the word "M'Baku."

He turns back to face her with a look of grim determination.

"A rogue Wakanda is the greatest global security threat there is. M'Baku doesn't have any heirs YET, so eliminating him now would pass the throne back to the only person with a claim on it: T'Challa... if he's even alive in there... and get the most advanced nation on Earth back on OUR side again."

This job truly NEEDED to be done, and that was all Widow needed to hear to make up her mind. "Understood, Fury. I can leave as soon as you want."

The grim look on the older man's face is replaced once again by his typical cool confidence. "Good, we're leaving NOW. I'll brief you on the way."