If only this had happened!
To be perfectly honest, the Doctor had been the hardest man to track down. When we arrived on earth, he didn’t stay longer than a day, and even then it was in some small town in the United Kingdom or in London itself. His actions were so sporadic and untraceable–thanks in part to the marvelous work done by Torchwood to make sure only the “right” people knew when he arrived or left. But eventually, a break was made, and Nick Fury found himself standing in the middle of a green pasture, staring intently as the long-thought-imagined blue police box materialized in the middle of the expanse of green.
The door opened, and out popped a stringy man no older than twenty wearing a tweed suit and a ridiculous bow-tie. This was not what Fury had been expecting. He had been expecting someone who seemed, well, wiser, to be blunt.
“Excuse me, sir,” he said sternly, taking on a strict and upright stature, “you wouldn’t happen to be the Doctor, would you?”
“The eleventh and only,” the Doctor bounced toward him, childishly grinning as though something was bubbling to be said but was a secret he could not reveal, “you’re from somewhere important, I can tell.”
A wry smile flickered on Nick’s lips, “I’m Director Nick Fury of SHIELD. I’m here to talk to you about the Avengers Initiative.”
The Doctor’s eyes grew wiser, “It’s about time you found me.”
If this had happened in that amazing movie, I probably would’ve died on the spot.