Fury had been out on the rooftop even as the jet came down, sending the length of his coat (and possibly less qualified agents) flapping in the wind. He stood with his arms behind his back, hands folded together in a military posture associated with ease. Fury himself, however, gave no such impression. His muscles were taut, face set in an expression of determination. This wasn't the time for pissing contests with Stark, or mind games with new recruits. The people Clint brought in were currently SHIELD's best chance against their latest threat.

"I am. It's good to meet you, Thor Odinson." Despite the overwhelming strength he knew the god would possess, Fury offered his hand all the same. Superpowers still impressed, but like hell would the man let them intimidate. "And I'm definitely glad to hear that, since we've apparently gotten the attention of your little brother."

But Thor wasn't the only one coming off the jet, and Fury turned to Coulson next. "Before Agent Barton attempts one of his infamous kidnappings, I want everyone inside getting our facts straight before Loki decides he wants to play with us some more."