So much for more cheery things, she notes with some disgust, as she's left with Sir Boyzone to contemplate Fury being dead.

Maybe it's not this fury with the purple armor or the pimp hat or the way he persists in calling her 'madam', but.

A Fury. And if they (the anomalous 'they', because she still doesn't know why the world erupted in violence as soon as they went through the door) (though hanging around with Nick Fury might have had a lot to do with it) can kill one Fury... odds are favorable that they can kill two.

She settles for giving Sir Boyzone her best 'may all your dangly parts rot off and you can go die in a fire' glare (her glares are eloquent) before pulling her knees up to her chest and waiting for Fury to come back.

There's still glass shards on her boots. Idly she works on brushing them off without getting them stuck in her fingers.