Motherfucker, Nick thought and then, just for good measure, repeated aloud in a mutter, "Motherfucker." Of course she'd heard the helicopter, there was no reason he shouldn't have expected some kind of ambush like this. Yet here he was, upside-fucking-down. It was more irritating than anything else. The tinny small voice in his ear asked an uneasy, "Sir?" at his tense expletive, which reminded Fury remain calm.
"No ma'am, I am not trying to trick you," he said. "Now, I've got people outside but they're waiting on my command and I won't give it unless you give me reason to. I'm also armed with a gun, but I'm not going to use it. I'm not stupid enough to think even all those weapons outside can take you out-" He wondered, briefly, what a really explosive shock from his prosthetic arm might do to her, and he hoped she didn't give either of them the chance to find out.
"It's all just precautions, looks good on paper. Official reports and that kind of bullshit. I'm under a lot of scrutiny these days," he explained with a sardonic smile. Unless she'd been living under a rock (possible), he figured she knew what he meant. There were still a lot of people who didn't trust Fury, didn't think he belonged in his position. Being on the government's shit-list was something he and Betty had in common.
"I really am just here to talk and, if it's all the same to you, Miss Ross, I'd like to do so upright." Upside down, Fury met her gaze, unblinking and unafraid. Given the circumstances, he thought he was handling this well.