Alex combed his fingers through his windblown hair, making a face at the tangles and looking surprisingly undisturbed by Nick's yelling. The strange Italian man was a different matter, and Alex shot him a glare to go with Nick's pointing his gun at him. No one poked Nicholas Fury in the chest and got away with it.
"...I thought I'd tag along. You'll need help, Nicholas," Alex explained casually, once the man was gone.