Fury stared after him. He was torn between anger and, honestly, respect. Wisdom had some nerve, but then, Fury knew that. The bastard had stolen Quicksilver right out from under SHIELD and had the gall to talk shit to Magneto. Fury knew what Wisdom was capable of, knew vaguely the kind of work he'd done for the British government, and already he was calculating all the possibilities. But first, boundaries had to be set. "Mother fucker you turn your English ass around and pick up that cigarette or I will have you escorted off the premises!"