Nick nodded along, dismissively; it wasn't like he hadn't heard this a thousand times from as many people. But taking a break was easier said than done. When it came to having the fate of the human race (maybe that was an exaggeration, but it sure didn't feel like), Fury knew the only person he could really count on to get shit done was himself. He stared at the bar top, already scuffed by hundreds of glasses, and shook his head as he mulled over something she'd said. You go away. "Maybe I should," Fury muttered after a long pause and glanced sidelong at her. "Just go away somewhere. Run off, like you should. Find some mother fucking adventure." Just like the good old spy days, when the politics didn't matter and the stakes were smaller and he actually got his own hands dirty. That whole universe to disappear into seemed mighty tempting sometimes.