Nick Fury was the kind of guy who was supposed to be ready for anything; it came with the territory. He didn't really do surprise. Except when he opened his front door after work, ready to head out for some dinner, only to find Sitwell and a motherfucking goat. This was not the evening had had in mind and, admittedly, Nick was kind of surprised.
"What the fuck?" he greeted Jasper and only now did he notice the cat carrier, too. Really, what the fuck? "Whose goat is this?" The better question should have been 'why do you have a goat', maybe, but it wasn't the first question in Nick's head or out of his mouth. He just really couldn't fathom where Jasper could've got this fucking goat. It was a fine looking animal though, and he knelt beside it making soothing clucking noises as he showed it his hand so it knew he meant it no harm before patting it slowly on the neck and back until it was comfortable with him.