God Dammit, Stark. Nick was glaring up at Tony and slowly shaking his head. What had he just finished telling the Grey girl? The Avengers wouldn't be playing babysitters. What were they about to do? Playing god damned babysitters. Nick was sure most of this mutant crowd did not appreciate being talked-down to by a billionaire flat scan in a metal suit that could protect him from the hordes of undead. Well, he supposed this way, there was less of a chance that any of the other supposed "heroes" would get in the way. Still, it was yet another headache for Fury to worry about while Tony and Wanda went off on their merry-fucking-gravity-defying way.
When Tony was finished speaking Nick made his way over, his best disapproving frown plastered on his face. "Didn't think you liked playing nanny," he growled and crossed his arms. "Obviously these people can handle themselves. I don't think we've got the authority to tell them what to do."