As Clint laid out the people who were present, Fury couldn't help but grow even more suspicious about what his intentions were in getting him out here. The mention of Loki briefly tensed Fury until he realized that was just Clint making sure that he knew there was a potential threat here that needed to be monitored. Thor should probably have an eye kept on him as well. With his brother here, playing the innocent, he could easily turn on them should the right situation arise. As much as Fury was listening as Clint continued to list off names, quietly ticking boxes off of people to talk to when he got the chance, he wasn't prepared when Barton's first suddenly continued with his face.
His demand of what the fuck that was for was cut off short, though, by the next name on Barton's list. Phil. Well, that was just great. Fury had been planning on bringing it up soon, with Phil's recovery and impending return to the field, but it looked like this place had beaten him to it. Rubbing his jaw and steeling his features, Fury turned his gaze to Barton and stared him down. It was clear Clint was upset, which was unsurprising given his issues, but Fury wasn't going to apologize when he hadn't done anything wrong.
"He got better," Fury said, reaching down and adjusting his sleeves before folding his arms across his chest. "What do you want me to say, Clint? I did what needed to be done. You people would have continued to be an unorganized, bickering mess if I hadn't given you a reason to work together."