The "coup" that had taken place in Asgard was clearly not something Oaks needed to worry about right now.
Thor had destroyed the Bifrost with his own hands. Without the Space Stone, they had no way to repair it.
Asgard had entered a time of war. The destruction of the Bifrost had severed the Nine Realms from one another, plunging its various vassal states into internal strife or exposing them to the ambitions of outside enemies. That alone would give them headaches for a long time.
"Frankly, those Asgardians really did have what it took to be called 'gods'—at least in ancient times."
As a barely successful first contact with an extraterrestrial civilization, Nick Fury, as director of S.H.I.E.L.D., naturally needed to hear the field report.
And because of the unusual nature of the incident, aside from the in-person report from Coulson, the person in charge at the scene, the "environmental consultant" Oaks and Banner, two "prospective Avengers," were also in his office.
Nick Fury now held the incident report Coulson had compiled, along with a large number of scene photographs and data sheets.
"Although that 'god' said he would be a friend to Midgard—our Earth.
But you all know I never place my hopes in a stranger, much less when that stranger is an alien."
"Yes, sir, but while remaining as cautious as possible, this was the best outcome we could secure."
Coulson's usual smile was absent. This entire incident had felt beyond his control from beginning to end.
"If it hadn't been for Consultant Oaks's sound advice, I truly wouldn't dare imagine what the situation would have become if we had somehow harmed Asgard's crown prince."
"You were intimidated by their strength, Coulson."
Oaks lifted the S.H.I.E.L.D.-issue coffee in front of him, sniffed it, and decisively set it