For a moment Nick looked as if he might get angry again but instead he started to laugh too. He was exhausted and lightheaded and the situation wasn't exactly relaxing and the world was going to hell and Nick could not stop laughing. By the time Tony got his question out, Nick was wheezing and chuckling and clutching at his shoulder in pain. "Now, motherfucker, that's a terrible question," he announced, rasping, when he caught his breath, "I mean, I could go up to any fucker on the street and insult 'em or just cold cock them and there's a fight. I could fight anyone. The question is, would I win?- the answer is yes, by the way- and would I kill them?- Probably. But now, if I could fight anyone, ever then I think I'd fight Gandhi. That motherfucker. Then everyone would be like damn, Nick Fury is such a ruthless mother fucker, he fought Gandhi." Nick ended his verging-on-hysterical rant, laughed to himself, and then looked expectantly at Billy.