"Jesus fucking christ!" Nick snarled, startled by the sound of and subsequent appearance of Alex. He certainly hadn't expected that. It only took a moment for him to put the pieces together and realize what the kid was doing here, but even that knowledge didn't stop him from asking a pertinent question. "What the fuck are you doing here?" The words had barely left his mouth before the rooftop door was flung open and a short bearded man came rushing out, taking in the helicopter in his garden before bursting into a tirade in Italian. Nick stared down the man who was growing more livid each moment, and did his best to calm him.
"-Bonjourno- No, look, man- signore- please, listen, I'm sorry- Fuck, can you shut up motherfucker? I don't really remember- fuck, mi dispiace! Mi dispiace, signore!" Fury's entreaties seemed to have little effect and Nick's patience finally wore thin when the little man half his height stabbed an accusatory finger in his chest.
"Pezzo di merda! Che cazzo! Cazzo vai via stronzo!" the man spat a string of Italian curses that even Nick would've been proud to produce. Clearly, the man wasn't going to go quiet so Nick did instead and let his actions speak louder than words as he pulled out a pistol with one hand and his badge with another. He was pretty sure it was the gun muzzle in his face that shut the guy up but hey, it could've been the badge. Fury gestured for the man to go back inside and he did, eying Fury with a fury of his own but at least he was quiet now.