I Died And Reincarnated Into Marvel as Goddess Artoria

POV: Nick Fury

The room is dimly lit, with screens displaying the faces of the World Security Council members. Nick Fury stands at the center, his trench coat still dusted with remnants of Camelot's freshly conjured soil. The council members are speaking in hushed tones.

While the room buzzed with tension. Nick Fury sat at the head of the table, a hologram of Camelot's gleaming white walls floating in the air before the council. Each member of the World Security Council appearing on their individual screens, their expressions ranging from disbelief to quiet awe.

Nick Fury took a slow, deep breath and began, his tone equal parts gravitas and dry wit.

"Last night, we had a surprise guest. She built a kingdom. Literally. Camelot, shining like it leapt out of a medieval dream and landed smack dab in the twenty-first century. Its queen is a reborn King Arthur, who goes by Artoria Pendragon. She has a glowing spear that could probably punch a hole in the moon, and she's got an army of knights to match. Questions?"

The United States representative, a man with a face carved from stone, leaned forward.

"King Arthur? You mean, like... the round table, Excalibur, all that? And the fact she a woman, this has to be a hoax."

United Kingdom Representative looks in disbelief, her accent sharp, "King Arthur? Are you bloody serious, Fury? You're telling me we've got our national myth come to life, and she's... she's."

Fury cuts her off "A blonde, armored powerhouse who looks like she stepped out of a medieval tapestry. And yes, she built Camelot overnight with something called Rhongomyniad."

The Australian representative interrupts her, "Are you telling us King Arthur is real? And that she's a woman?"

Fury smirked.

"I'm telling you she's real, and she's here. Whether she matches your history books is your problem, not mine."

The British representative, a middle-aged woman with an impeccably sharp suit, cleared her throat. Her voice carried the weight of centuries of tradition.

"Director Fury, are you certain this… Artoria Pendragon means no harm? Camelot holds deep historical and cultural significance to the United Kingdom. The mere existence of such a figure, reborn or not, could be seen as a claim to our sovereignty."

Fury turned to her, his one eye narrowing.

"She didn't plant a flag or make a speech about taking over Westminster. In fact, she said she wants Camelot to be a beacon of hope. Her words, not mine. She's not trying to rule; she's trying to inspire. And believe me, after talking to her, I think she means it."

The Chinese representative, a composed woman with calculating eyes, interjected.

"How can we trust her intentions? She has power that exceeds anything humanity can control. Even if her goals are noble, such power is dangerous."

"Power's always dangerous," Fury countered. "It's who wields it that matters. Artoria's got more moral fiber in her little finger than most people I've met. And she's offering to protect this world, not conquer it. That's more than I can say for some folks in this room."

The Russian representative, a grizzled man with a deep scowl, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.

"An army of knights? What happens when her ideals clash with ours? What guarantee do we have she won't become a threat?"

Fury leaned forward, his voice dropping a notch.

"Her knights are here to defend. She made that crystal clear. As for guarantees? There are none. But I'd rather have her on our side when the next alien invasion rolls around."

The UK representative frowned, her concern softening into curiosity.

"Did she mention why she built Camelot here? In this time?"

"She said," Fury replied, standing and pacing as if to let the words settle, "'The old world is gone, but its lessons remain. Humanity doesn't need a perfect king, it needs hope, a reminder that even legends can make mistakes and still strive for something better.' Sounds pretty damn reasonable to me."

A silence fell over the room. Then, the French representative, a younger man with an air of skepticism, broke it.

"And what of her 'shining spear'? This… Rhongomyniad?"

"Yeah," Fury said, rubbing his temple, "about that. It's a weapon of mass destruction wrapped in a morality clause. She can wield it to protect the planet, but from what I saw, she's not looking to use it unless there's no other choice."

The Russian representative responds dryly, "Another superweapon. Just what the world needs. Is she hostile?"

Fury stops pacing and look over at him, "That's the thing, she's not. I spoke with her. She doesn't want war or conquest. She wants to rebuild Camelot as a beacon of hope, whatever that means. Says she's here to guide humanity, not rule it."

The Chinese Representative become skeptical at that, "And you believe her?"

Fury narrows his eyes at him.

"You think I'd be here wasting my breath if I didn't? I looked her in the eye....or as close as I could get, considering she's practically glowing, and I believe her. She's not some wannabe tyrant. She's... different."

The United Kingdom representative, still reeling, leans closer to her screen.

"Different or not, she's King Arthur. You realize what that means to us? To the people of Britain? If she truly is who she claims to be, this could change everything. She could—"

Fury interrupts her mid sentence, "—be our greatest ally. Or our biggest problem. That's why I'm here. She's got power, resources, and a whole army of knights from what she called the Enforcement Knights. These guys don't need sleep, food, or bathroom breaks. And while her Round Table buddies aren't here yet from what I can tell, I've got a feeling they're on the way."

The council falls silent again. The weight of Fury's words settles over the room.

The UK representative gave a rare, soft smile.

"Perhaps… she could be what we need in these turbulent times. King Arthur reborn, not to rule, but to guide. There's poetry in that."

Fury pointed at her.

"Exactly. And until she gives me a reason not to, I'm putting my chips on her. But make no mistake, if she steps out of line, S.H.I.E.L.D. will handle it."

The Russian representative scoffed.

"You? Against her? I saw the reports on her power. How do you expect to handle someone like that?"

Fury grinned, his tone laced with humor.

"I'll think of something. That's why I get the big paycheck."

The room erupted in a mix of chuckles and skeptical murmurs.

The French Representative put a hand to his chin in thought "She could help us... against threats we can't handle. If she's willing to fight alongside us."

The American Representative scoffs in disbelief, "Or she could level a city if she decides humanity isn't living up to her ideal. What then?"

Fury grits his teeth while not outwardly showing it. 

"That's why we keep her close. She wants to work with us, not against us. But we don't just leave her unchecked. She's not perfect, she admitted that herself. And that's exactly why I think she's the real deal. She knows she's flawed."

The United Kingdom Representative reply's softly "Flawed or not, she's a symbol. A legend reborn. The people will rally behind her."

Fury looks to her with a smirk on her face.

"They already are. Social media's blowing up. Pictures of Camelot are trending worldwide. And guess what? She's already got the nickname 'Goddess of Camelot'."

The Chinese Representative raises a eyebrow at that "And what's your plan, Fury?"

Nick Fury moves his gaze to each of the representatives.

"Simple. We work with her. Make sure she's on our side. I've got Coulson practically vibrating with excitement to meet her....again. He's already preparing a dossier on medieval etiquette. And if anyone can get her to trust us, it's him. Meanwhile, I'll keep an eye on her. Trust, but verify."

There's a pause. The Council members exchange glances, weighing Fury's words.

The Russian Representative speaks up once more "If she turns, it will be catastrophic. Do you have a contingency?"

Fury looks outside the windows beside him, "I've got one, but I'd rather not use it. She's not like Red Skull or any others we've delt with. She's here to protect. Let's not screw this up."

Fury sighs looking back to the representatives.

"Look, we've seen gods, aliens, and monsters. Artoria Pendragon's different. She's not here to fight us—she's here to fight for us. And if we're smart, we'll give her the room to do it."

The United Kingdom Representative nods resolutely, "For what it's worth, Fury, I think she's a gift. And if she truly is here to help... then we should give her that chance."

Fury nods, his usual stern expression softening just slightly.

"Good. Then let's figure out how to introduce humanity to their new knight in shining armor, without causing an international incident."

The council's screens flickered off one by one, leaving Fury alone with the glowing hologram of Camelot. He stared at it for a moment longer, then muttered under his breath

"Just another day at the office."

As he walks out, he glances to the window, where a faint, golden glow from the direction of Camelot lights up the horizon.

"Here's hoping you're right, Your Majesty."