Fury moved through the crowded apartment, chatting amiably with anyone who would actually approach him. He viewed his surroundings with amusement and there was a particular ease in his manner. He liked this, much more than he liked the sort of black tie affair downstairs. He paused to examine the photo on the wall and the gloves below it, his lips curling into a smirk as he remembered an Ali fight he'd seen years ago. Back when boxing was still a real sport, not like it was these days. What a shame.
A butcher interrupted his reverie and engaged him in conversation and Nick was in mid-assurance that of course he would come into the shop some time when the party's host entered the room. Nick excused himself- here was the man he was here to see, after all- and made his way through the throng until he could offer a hand to Daniel.
"Nice to see you, Rand," he greeted him, "Where the hell you been, anyway?" The question was less one of friendly curiosity than of professional offense. Nick had met Rand a few times in the past, he'd been impressed with him and offered him a place on the Avengers back when he'd resurrected it as a S.H.I.E.L.D. team. Fury had been more than a little miffed when he'd been turned down. That's what drove him, when Rand disappeared, to send agents to find out where and why. Fury had been very annoyed to be thwarted in that, too. The resources of the entire Directorate at his fingertips and he couldn't find a super powered white dude in Asia.