The kid was right; even if Alex did manage to escape tonight, they would just have to keep doing this again and again until USA Agent, until Nick, finally killed him. He checked that his gun was loaded and climbed to face Alex and his sword, knowing he could take him in a fight, but that it wasn't going to be an easy one. "I don't want to do this," he said, and restrained himself from revealing more because he knew S.H.I.E.L.D. was listening. Might as well give them a motive. "But I have my orders." Nobody needed to know that his orders came from a god's visions drawn in crayon. Let them do with that what they would. "You're not giving me a choice here, kid." Fury aimed and fired his first shot just above Alex's shoulder. Waste of a bullet, but if the kid would just- something. Anything had to be better than this.