"Bitch, please," Fury muttered as, the moment she'd put the gun to his face, one of his own had mysteriously found its way into his right hand and was pressed against her temple. His right hand groped in the satchel and came out with a cheery-filled chocolate bar that he pressed emphatically into her free palm. "Be careful, you could take an eye out with that thing," he warned and stepped back, withdrawing his own gun slowly, his eyebrows raised. "Good reflexes though."