Beside him, Nick snorted and muttered, "Subtle, motherfucker." But the words didn't come without an edge of appreciation at his approach. Nick had personally never, even as a secret agent, been particularly fond of the "delicate approach." He strolled in first without waiting for a by-your-leave, his guns at the ready. There was an alarm, of course, it would be stupid if there wasn't. What was strange however was the distinct lack of military personnel. The two guards at the door and now- nothing.
Nick understood this, to a degree. The more people who knew about something, the more likely it was that others would find out. Just take a look at their informant- a drunk who had probably found this shit out for himself before he'd been reassigned to another base. Find a place swarming with guards and it was something bad. Find a place that only a handful of people knew about and you'd probably stumbled into some earth-shattering kind of secret. It also confirmed his suspicions that if the Russian government really was in on all of this with the Bugs, then it was only a very small section of it who actually knew what was going on.
He crept along through dim rundown hallways- the place was not well kept, another indication- searching for the control room. Fury was in contact with operatives, with a particularly annoying delay of about three minutes, feeding him what information they could glean about the base. How long did they have? It had been a few hours before, how many minutes was it now? He'd warned his people to scan for activity in space satellites, to prepare for missiles. The problem was he didn't know where the missiles were supposed to hit, but as long as he and Stark-the-Techie-Nerd-Wonder (that motherfucker could play cool all he wanted, Nick still remembered bringing him an advanced circuit board for his seventeenth birthday and the kid had been excited and used it to power a robot better than half the shit the Army tech department was churning out) could get the missiles offline they could save the world. If they couldn't, well, fuck.
Nick paused as he rounded the corner and came face to face with about twelve angry Russian soldiers with guns. Ah, there was the fucking cavalry. Better late than never. In Russian they ordered him to surrender but Nick only smiled and answered, "Now I can't do that, motherfuckers. Besides, I am here on oh-fic-ial business." He gestured as the "Crimson Dynamo" appeared behind him and took the moment of supreme confusion to launch himself amongst them and start taking them down. He was doing his best to disarm and disable. They weren't supposed to "be" here after all. Didn't need to spark off an International Incident when things were already so damned precarious.