"Pretty good, all things considered," he answered with a polite smile. Almost on cue, as if to prove him entirely wrong, his phone rang. "Excuse me a moment, Ms. Storm," he murmured apologetically and stepped a few feet away to take the call.
It was one of his underlings reporting another situation at a S.H.I.E.L.D. weapons facility, only this one was here in California. Fury was in the midst of a rather loud exclamation of mother-fucker when quite suddenly it was Tony Stark's voice in his ear.
"-er Fucker. Stark, how the hell did you- Yeah, I'm aware of the situation and- Look, I can come out- Mother fucker are you sure you've got this? You're sure? Fine." And with that he snapped his phone shut and shook his head slowly. Dammit. He just never got a break. Well, that explained where Stark was, at least.
It took him a moment to compose himself before he wandered back over to Susan, downed his glass of bourbon, and apologized. "Sorry about that. The terrorists never rest. Even during the holidays."