If even the bomb-happy terrorist was pointing out the basic morals of not just the Avengers but, really, people in general, established for a safe, fair and well-functioning society, Fury should have been at least a little shaken. That he just plowed on deepened Tony's frown, making him sink low into his seat again with his head dropped onto his fist. "You locked him up once. Fix the hole in the wall and put him back. You haven't, and he has't, given me any reason for the death sentence. I'm not saying we don't find him and stop him, Nick. Don't think I'm ignorant of the threat here, I've dealt with him before," he said, and his voice wasn't quite listless, if only for the darkness in the way he watched the General. Tony didn't think this discussion should have even needed to last this long. It was making him wonder if there was more to this than Fury was choosing to tell them. If Fury was just wasting their fucking time skirting around issues, he really was going to need to find someone else to fund his little play-soldier habit. He could have left Wanda and Tony in that closet if this was all he was going to give them.