Whatever retort Nick had was lost in his snarled curses at that bone-numbing shock in his arm. Fury knew the motherfucker'd never admit to it anyway, but even if he didn't believe him, Fury had no way to prove that Tony was lying. Stark was saved from any further fruitless interrogation by the woman responsible for the initial damage that Tony was now (painfully) trying to repair. Nick scowled at her saucy remarks and muttered a suggestion under his breath about where she could shove that fictional lollipop which, were it not for the other employee present and a report of sexual harassment, he would've snarled right to Red's face. As it was he shot a withering look at Betty's companion who took the hint and left in a hurry. "Fuck you," he told her when the guy had gone, opting for a succinct insult before he jerked his head between them to offer proper polite introduction. "Dunno if you two ever met. Stark, Betty Ross, Betty, Tony Stark. She fucked up my arm," he explained leaving 'the first time' unsaid. Nobody else needed to know that he'd managed to fuck it up twice doing the same stupid thing.