"Yeah," Nick mumbled and sighed, heavy and wearily, and for just a moment, as he took a long gulp of his beer, the frustration etched in his face belied his true age and the weight of the world on his shoulders. But just as quickly the weariness was gone and he sat up straighter, in command again. "So he's not dead," he said, thoughtful. "Or he's come back." The more likely scenario and one that Fury had considered (reluctantly) ever since Sitwell uncovered that empty grave. Stranger things had happened than someone returning from the grave, but it didn't bode well for Nick if it was true.