Fury was uncomfortable and therefore camped out at the first bar he came across and avoiding interaction whenever possible. Some party. He thought he ought to build some bridges and mend some fences but the only connection he'd made yet was with a bottle of Jack and the bartender pouring from it. Better to be unsociable then risk a confrontation with anybody. He'd been surprised at an invitation; probably an oversight.
When a tall brunette sidled up beside him he gave her a cursory approving glance (so what, he had a type) but turned his attention back to his drink. When she spoke to the bartender, though, he knew her voice and glanced over with a sly grin. He didn't even know she could turn back at will; he'd just been assuming that her rational red form was the equivalent of Hulk when he was Banner. Nick guessed he now understood Banner's feelings on Betty's condition, even if he didn't necessarily agree with them. "I think the Red looks better on you," he remarked and tapped his glass for a refill.