Nick stood up, hands flat on his desk, and glowered at the pair of them. Indignant Wanda, distraught Altman. As if he didn't have enough problems without this. Fury slammed his hands down to punctuate each statement he made, growing angry himself, "I didn't tell you because I didn't want to compromise the mission! There's a lot going on, if you haven't noticed. The space massacre, and we had a helicarrier attacked by HYDRA and one of their agents was brainwashed and now he's joining the Avengers or something and-" Nick was stopped mid-rant by Wanda's finger inches from his face. A finger that could melt his skin or combust him or any number of things before he could get his gun out of its holster, put a bullet through her skull. So he quieted, and glared.