Nick Fury stood directly across from them, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his black trench coat.
His lone eye was like a bottomless well. Though the heat from Tony's Palm Cannons raised beads of sweat on his forehead, his expression remained chillingly hard and obstinate.
"Tony, Steve, I know you're angry."
Nick Fury's voice was low and hoarse, without a hint of retreat. "But everything I've done has been for this fragile planet."
"For this planet?!"
Steve took a heavy step forward. The cold gleam of his shield nearly touched Nick Fury's nose, and its Vibranium edge struck the lead-plated floor with a dull boom.
"Fury, do you understand what you're doing? No one's stopping you from running experiments, but you've started using living people as disposable supplies! You lied that Coulson was dead, then sent him right back to risking his life in secret. What are the comrades who've fought and nearly died beside you—your personal data collectors?!"
"First of all! They weren't innocent. They were enemies—Inhumans! If I don't do this, how is this planet supposed to face the storm that's coming?!"
Nick Fury did not give an inch. A cold, ruthless light churned in his lone eye.
"You're the Avengers! You have Iron Man Armor that's practically miraculous, a Super-Soldier Serum left over from a century ago, and Chen Xiao even has Elder Magic that can tear open dimensions at will! But what do the billions of ordinary people left on Earth have?! What do the field agents patrolling every dark corner of the world, dying out there, have?! A few nine-millimeter Glocks and two ballistic plates?!"
Nick Fury flung out a hand and pointed at the green hologram flickering above the central console.
"The Chitauri tore open New York's sky, and Jiaying's Inhuman