Steve and Tony returned to the command center just then.
Steve glanced at Hermione, then at Fury, who was being whipped into a stream of "motherfuckers," and took another ten dollars from his pocket to hand him.
He had thought nothing could surprise him after the Helicarrier, yet his horizons had been broadened twice today.
Remembering the wand on the cover of the classified file, he also guessed who it belonged to.
While Fury was being forced to work, work, Hill was watching the security footage.
Suddenly, her face went deathly pale, and she cried out:
"Loki escaped!"
"Thor was locked in the cell and dropped off the Helicarrier!"
"Coulson... he..."
Hill's voice faltered, and she said no more.
Sensing something was wrong, Fury shot to his feet and approached the screen.
Once he saw what had happened, he slammed his fist into the table hard enough to dent its metal surface.
He rushed outside the cell where Loki had been held, only to find Coulson lying on the floor with a horrifying bloody hole in his chest.
"Sir... I'm sorry..."
Coulson struggled to force out those few words as the light rapidly faded from his eyes.
Fury stared blankly at him, unable to speak for a long time.
The atmosphere in the Control Hall was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Looking at Coulson's body, Sitwell's eyes showed a trace of sorrow. Though Coulson belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D. and he had once belonged to Hydra, he could not help mourning the loss of a fellow man.
In the eyes of those powerful aliens, ordinary humans like them were weak and insignificant.
Luckily, he had latched onto the young wizard long ago and even received a treasure that could save his life.
Otherwise, he might have been the