A/N: Right, I'll keep this as short as possible.
First off, and this applies to the rest of the fic;
I do not own the characters or settings used in this work of fiction. Disney owns em' all. I'm just borrowing them for some harmless fun. So, let's be nice and avoid suing me? Please?

Second, I don't mind you telling me what you think about the story. In fact, please do! Both good and bad! Just keep it clean, thought out, and respectful. I'm new at writing, I know I need to get better, so tell me how! Tell me what I need to work on! Tell me why it sucks, and, if you do it with some respect and actually show you've thought it through? Then I'll be infinitely more motivated to actually listen!

Third: Updates will come when they come. This chapter wasn't particularly hard to write - it's taken almost directly from the movie, with some extra thoughts and such added in.
The rest of the story will not be following canon too closely. I respect the canon of both Star Wars and MCU - but in the end, this will be my story, and therefore it's not going to play nice with canon in some places. I'll try and keep to it as much as possible, I will, I just know I probably won't.
If you don't like that? Look for another story. Hopefully, you'll find one that suits your tastes better.

Now, let's get on with it!

*Snap*

Chapter 1

"Still no word form Stark?" asked Fury, gaze calm and steady as he drove through the city. Hill, intently reading her tablet in the seat beside him, replied,

"No, not yet. We're watching every satellite in both hemispheres, there's still nothing," and, just as she finished speaking, the tablet, almost as if to mock her, chirped urgently.

"What is it?" he asked.
"Multiple bogeys over Wakanda," she answered him, shifting her focus from the tablet in her lap to throw a quick look his way. It immediately returned, however, as the information displayed was important, and she did not want to risk missing anything.

"Same energy signature as New York?" Fury asked, his voice and posture controlled, seemingly calm. His mind, on the other hand, was quickly running through more and more scenarios, Too many things with the potential to go wrong, and some already have.

Then she answered him,

"Ten times bigger."

It took him a second to process that, his mind going into overdrive with the new information provided. A small part of him taking note of the nearly obvious tension and worry in her voice. Turning his head slightly to get a look of his own, Fury told her, "Call Klein. We'll meet him at-"

"Nick! Nick!" Hill warned, her voice frantic, as a car from the oncoming traffic spirals out of control towards them. Her warning gave him enough time to stop without too much trouble.

Slowly getting out of the car, careful to keep an eye on the overall situation around them, Hill went over to the other car to check the driver. He noted her efficient and cautious approach with approval. There was a reason she was counted among his most trusted.
"They OK?" Fury asked her, confusion and concern seeping into his mind as realization slowly grew.

"There's no one here," she responded, slowly looking around her, bewildered.

What's that sound? Fury thought, turning away from Hill, hunting for the source,

There! What the hell is that chopper doing?! He watched with trepidation as the out of control helicopter spun in the air, cockpit empty, tail rotor damaged and blowing out smoke. It ended it's uncoordinated and dangerous dance through the air with a violent crash into a nearby office building, the damage done made worse by the vehicle exploding soon after.

Did the Avengers fail?! he thought, mind spinning even faster. Years of training kept him from panicking as he steadied his breathing, firmly telling Hill,

"Call control. Code red."

"I need more inf-"

"Nick!" Hill's voice abruptly cut off his thoughts, sounding petrified.

He quickly spun around, searching for the reaso- her body was crumbling in front of him.

"Hill?" he asked, a terrified chill racing up his spine.

What the fuck is going on? Did Thanos succeed? he thought while looking at what remained of his trusted ally drift in the wind. One he might even have considered a friend, were it not for all the betrayals and general paranoia that came with their line of work.

Fuck. I need to activate the contingency. I need to get to the pager. He raced towards the car, shoving a shocked bystander standing in his way. He threw the back door open, his frantic searching honing in on her handbag. He threw it open, quickly managing to get the pager out. His mind racing, he worked the security, needing the message to be sent as quickly as possible. Just as he managed to bypass it, he noticed his left hand crumbling into ash.

"Oh no. Mother-" he started, his voice cutting out before he finished. What was left of his body, drifting slowly in the wind.

The pager dropped to the ground, its screen flashing from Sending… to a blue background

Despite the Thanos's victory; One Nicholas Joseph Fury did not get the opportunity to rest just yet. His time in this universe might be at an end, but his journey wasn't quite finished yet. Another universe had need of a man like him, a man who tried his best to keep the world safe, despite the odds being squarely against him. One with the ability to see the potential of others, while still acknowledging the risks they brought.

A long time ago in a universe far, far away….

A/N: Right. This is kind of a sneak peek omake thingy, without actually giving away any real details. Hehehehe. Basically, it's my first draft, with everything after "-fucker!" being purely for shits and giggles. I blame the happy pills. And my walls. They keep standing there silently. I'm not sure if they just don't care or if they're planning a rebellion... No matter. I'm ready for them. They will feel the wrath of my nail clippers.
I'm also tempted to make our dear Yoda into more of a prankster/troll than we see in the movies, but this ain't supposed to be crack. Hopefully. No, probably not.

The council stopped, the force shuddered in a way none of them had felt before. As they sought the reason for the odd feeling, the force sang it's victory, Master Windu, one of their most steadfast members, quite suddenly shouted out, "-fucker!" and seemed to decided that consciousness was not a preferred state at this time. Considering the pure power that poured into him, the rest of the council might even have agreed, had they not been caught in a state of shock.

All, except Yoda, that is. His shock could wait until he got his blackmail. Sometimes his deep connection to the force paid off; He always got a particular nudge right before an opportunity for embarrassing photos occurred. He patted his trusty cane, a grin in his mind.

He loved that cane. Especially the small, undetectable, holo-recorder built into the grip.

A/N2: Yeah, since I'm posting the next chapter right away I'll leave this omake thingy in. Be warned though - even the first part of this ain't lining up that much with what actually came out. Meh. Fuck it. This still amuses me.