[ WP ] Every country in the world is at his/her/its mercy . The apocalypse seems to be inevitable ... Until the individual reveals a list of their insane albeit relatively harmless demands .

They called her `` Fury''. A fitting name, apparently - for she, according to sources, was had a temper to match her beauty and not a sliver of humour in her body. There were many rumours of how she came to be, but she shrugged them off time and time again. The most recent rumour was that Fury was the devil him.. Or herself. The newspapers had a field day with that one. And now they were running wild with the headlines, too - `` Fury demands!''.. And yet, nobody knew what it was that she demanded. She would n't tell anyone, but threatened everyone with an inevitable apocalypse if she did n't get what she wanted. 
 
 Ben Carpenter was sick of this shit, quite frankly - even more so now they had begged him for his services. Best police negotiator, so they said. He found himself kinda wishing that she'd hurry up and just splat them all - she was clearly capable of doing so, because there was no way just anyone could hoist Queen Elizabeth out of Buckingham Palace ( Ben had heard Fury done it quite literally after slaughtering all of the guards ) and not get atleast a slap on the wrist for it. He was ready for the end of the world. Bring it on. It would sure beat carrying all of those folders on his way to where Fury awaited him - a large office in the west wing of the palace. He fumbled with the door a few time as he struggled to keep hold of his folders before nearly falling through the door where the black widow was lurking, perched in front of a desk. 
 
 Well, she was bloody lovely - that was his first thought. Younger than expected, 20 or so if he had to harbour a guess, with silky black hair and a nice figure. Short, too, no taller than 5'1 at a push. Her eyes, he noted, were heterochromatic - one a dark brown, the other a piercing light blue, giving her gaze endless depth as she peered at him. She was clad in a wonderful floor-length gown in a wine red colour, the cut daring. He gave a small cough to announce his arrival, as though she had n't already seen him. In response she gestured towards the nearest seat. 
 
 `` Nice dress.'' Was all he could say as he sat, dropping his folders unceremoniously upon the desk between them. 
 
 `` Thanks. It was Lizzie's, but now it's mine.'' She grinned at him, leaning back in her seat and relaxing. `` I doubt she would look great in it anyway.'' 
 
 `` Suits you better.'' He remarked, then decided to hurry the conversation along. `` So. You have demands?'' 
 
 `` Oh, yes. The demand.'' 
 
 `` Just one?'' 
 
 `` Well, I'm sure I can think of some more later. But for now, just one.'' 
 
 `` And if we do n't meet your demands?'' 
 
 `` Then everything goes boom.'' She let out a childish giggle at this before clapping her hands together. `` I know everything. The codes to nukes, government secrets.. It's all up here. You ca n't stop me.'' She raised a hand, tapping her temple gently with an index finger. 
 
 `` Then I suppose we have no choice but to entertain your demands. Do you wish to tell me what it is?'' He furrowed his brow a little at this. He'd brought everything along with him for one little demand? Shit. She hemmed and hawed for a little at this, before nodding her head. 
 
 `` Okay. But you have to make it exactly the way I ask.'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` I want a triple chocolate sundae. Whipped cream, skip the nuts. Cherry and wafer are not optional. I want banana in there too. Ooh, and maybe some maltesers? Yes. And hot fudge sauce. And it has to be from Marco's, you know, that Italian down the street? Have you ever been there? His wife is a doll. She makes the best calzone in the world.'' 
 
 There was a moment of silence between the two of them. She beamed happily at him and he sat there with a blank expression, unable to believe what he had just heard. 
 
 `` That's all?'' She nodded, and with a sigh, he rose to his feet, gathering his folders. What a colossal waste of his time. He considered bringing her jack shit and waiting for the apocalypse with a can of lager in his hand. But instead he huffed at her, shaking his head and walking away. `` I'll get right on it. From Marco's. Got it. I'll be back in half an hour.'' And with that, he opened the door. He had one foot over the threshold before she called again. 
 
 `` Wait!'' He looked back at her over his shoulder, an eyebrow raising. `` I have another demand! I just thought of it now, yes. Yes! The best demand. What a fantastic idea.'' 
 
 `` What is it?'' Nothing could get worse than a sundae, right? 
 
 `` I want you to take me on a date. If it sucks, I'm sinking America.'' And then, with a wave of her hand, she dismissed him. `` See you in half an hour!''
