This almost could have been a happy reunion, relative to the zombie shit, if Nick could have been the kind of guy who delivered good news and coasted on home in one piece. He never had been, though. Tony knew that from day one, before he even knew the guy's name and he was still fucking here because he knew, too, that all of the bullshit that followed Nick Fury around could be justified. Maybe it never sit quite right with him how dark Nick was willing to go into the moral grey area, but Tony had his own demons that Nick had probably seen in him the first time they locked eyes, too. As far as Tony knew, they understood each other. Nick understood well enough that he knew what he had to keep secret.
Nick's deliberately long entrance didn't deserve any sign of the annoyance that Tony felt, but he still snorted in frustration as Nick prepared himself his coffee before redoubling his focus on the screens in front of him. The LMD's reaction time seemed a little laggy, something for JARVIS to review and run some tests on the ones still in the lab so that when Tony made the new and improved model (The Tony was already taken, he'd have to go with The Stark) it was absolutely perfect. The extra energy wasn't going to go into any more fancy toys for Nick, anyway.
With only a sidelong glance Nick's way when he finally deigned to address him, Tony flicked his wrists to expand the video footage, files and questionable documentation he had been preparing for this meeting. The video was from the Avengers Tower, the day the kid Wanda and Clint had found in the jungle somewhere was taken from Tony's own turf by a young girl-- exhibit B, the file next to it, Agent Daisy Johnson's personnel record, head shot, note of unexplained absence and very strange lack of personal details. Next to her, Wicked, a little more filled out with Tony's personal notes but hardly a S.H.I.E.L.D. level background check. A list of mostly unfamiliar names, largely otherwise absent from S.H.I.E.L.D. databases (that Tony had managed to access), but a few stood out. Mikel Fury, for a start. Highlighted, too, and linked to yet more files, these FBI or local police records, no S.H.I.E.L.D. logo in sight, all headed MISSING PERSON and one of them, full circle, showing the frowning face of Alexander Aaron. "I was hoping you'd tell me," Tony said, admiring his work, only a few holes left for Nick to fill in nicely for him. Slowly, just in case Nick missed it and needed the incentive, Tony reached out to touch the page tabbed out behind Agent Johnson to drag it to the forefront. Cassie Lang, location unknown.