"We fought fucking other dimensional monsters together in the street and that's the kind of job you think I'm offering?" he snorted. "Obviously I want you for S.H.I.E.L.D. You'll need a lot of training, but I need more metahumans." Nick frowned and admitted, "Especially after Brooklyn." The unqualified disaster had shown him that he absolutely needed to bulk up his rosters with the kind of people who could better handle the threat of monsters. Superweapons could only go so far. This girl had held her own in a fight before, and Fury thought she had a lot of potential. Potential being wasted in fake cakes and strip club booze.