Nick had a lot on his plate today, and this wasn't exactly something he'd chosen off the menu. He was going to make this as quick, and painless, as possible. The moment Barton started bleating recriminations, Fury was out of there. That promise to himself in mind, Nick put on his game face and strolled into the med bay. He picked up Barton's chart and glanced over it, even though he couldn't read the surgeon's notoriously indecipherable medical scrawl. Nick just needed something to do so he wouldn't have to look the patient in the face. "Barton," he greeted him, eyes never leaving the clipboard.