Damnit, this was her command; she should be standing up there running the briefing, or at least opening the meeting and then turning the floor over to Fury. Maria got her coffee and tried not to fume openly; at the very least, she should be in the command center, where she was supposed to be because the world was in chaos and they needed rapid response.
It did occur to her, at odd moments, that she'd gotten rather possessive over her - well, SHIELD's - Helicarrier. It could probably be put down to the mission she'd just had; being away from the Helicarrier had made her miss her home, and she was a bit clingy now. Perfectly normal. Most people just did it with people they loved rather than flying aircraft carriers, but really, who could blame her? She got to use considerable force to keep the world from exploding.
Most days, at least. She'd seen the reality of Gotham, had just been in Metropolis staring at robots, and knew better than anyone that the needed more.
Which was where this was going. She set her edge of resentment aside as Fury began, and flipped open the packet.