"What the fuck, Stark?" Fury barked and with a trail of agents raced forward out of protective cover and into the designated blast radius. What the hell did he think he was doing?! This was not the plan. Stark knew the plan, and even if Fury had done his best to leave the Avengers out of this, Stark ought to be following the plan. He paused several feet away from the scene, his agents nearly slamming into him, as he watched the Hulk's transformation with awe. A technological miracle. Now this could be handled quietly, privately, humanely. Maybe, Nick thought with a burst of hope, they wouldn't have to kill Banner after all.
Even as he thought this he gave the signal to stand down. Though most obeyed, there was some kind of comms malfunction between Fury and the military personnel manning the missile launchers. Somehow "stand down" equated to "fire." So much for technological miracles.
At wailing sound of the oncoming missiles, Fury only had time to look up in horror and mouth, "Mother fucker."