Questa è una fic scritta per il COW-T, per quella missione TERRIFICANTE che è scrivere una fic che cominci con la prima lettera del nick dell'autore (e il cui titolo si comporti allo stesso modo), quindi ho scritto in inglese.
#Forsenontuttisannoche sto scrivendo una HighSchool!AU sul Marvel movieverse (o forse solo sull'RP su Twitter degli Avengers. Seguiteci, siamo tutti bellissimi.) e mi ci sto divertendo l'anima, quindi è stato facile scegliere di scrivere il discorso di inizio anno del preside Fury.
Enjoy!
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“Youth is that time in life, when you think you’re going to kick ass and take names, but I can personally assure you, you’re definitely going to take names, but you’re more likely to get your ass kicked than kick some.”
Nicholas Joseph Fury is not one for giving speeches. He never was. Never will be.
Vice-principal Maria Hill clears audibly her throat, indicating – just as she does every given year – that he’s said too much, that he went too far.
Fury gives her a stink-eye and continues his speech. “But that’s what you are here for. And that’s what your teachers are here for. Our job is to prepare you to face the world straight up and stick a boot up its ass if necessary.”
A definite cough from Maria confirms that he is making it worse. Nick decides he’s not going to give a damn. Just like every other year.
“So welcome, children. You’re in for a year of lessons in ass-kicking.”
Sophomores, juniors and seniors cheer him as he leaves the stage, while freshmen stare at the empty spotlight in what can easily be a panic attack.
“Sir, if I may, I think you took it a bit too far.” Insists Maria Hill, decided to make it clear that it is not a-ok if their students are told that they’re at school to chew gum and kick ass.
“You don’t say? Now if you could excuse me, I have an exchange student I have to greet…”
It’s always the greatest pleasure for principal Fury to sass her and get out of the conversation.
It’s going to be a good year.
