Her irritation was appreciated, anyway, it was nice to share the burden and if anyone deserved to be as pissed off as he was, it was the woman who Magneto had personally kidnapped, held prisoner, and planned to murder. "Those motherfuckers-" There it was, "Have never trusted me. I'm pretty sure all this zombie shit hasn't helped any. I don't know, maybe Lehnsherr's got 'em in his pocket somehow. This goes way beyond not wanting to stir up a war with Genosha." Probably it was some kind of trap for him, he wouldn't be surprised, like they expected him to rise to the bait and they could condemn him and then fuck him over. Like they'd been trying to do for years. At least before he'd had the trump card of keeping the world safe, now he didn't even have that. This whole thing had been fucked up and he hadn't handled it well enough, even Fury admitted that. None of this boded particularly well for him. He stared at Morse for a long moment and then clicked a command on his computer that turned off surveillance in his office. He could get away with that for at least a couple minutes, and that was all he needed.
"I think shit's about to go down," he told her, looking her in the face. "And I'd like to know where you're gonna stand."