Should not: two words that left far too much possibility for things to go disastrously wrong in Nick Fury's book. As much as SHIELD had attempted to prepare for something like this, the truth remained that human beings had pathetically few resources they could turn to when facing so much strength. The vast majority of humanity couldn't even comprehend most of what Nick Fury dealt with on a regular basis, and even his sense of reality had been challenged more times than he could count in the past few months.

Should not. Two words which pretty much invalidated everything else Sif had just told him.

"Good." But Fury wouldn't reveal his doubt, risk putting either Thor or Sif on edge. So long as they both went with it enough, then that gave Fury time to prepare some sort of response, a plan for the worst case scenario. His features relaxed, not enough for the man to smile, but to signal that some worry had been eased instead of added.

The elevator doors opened then, and it wasn't by coincidence. Fury had agents monitoring the conversation, ones who had been trained in the subtle signals so often used by spies. He headed off first, marching in the direction of a large display where the security video had been set up to play. On a table nearby, one surrounded by chairs, the phone and a file with the details of the events and tests alike sat waiting.

"Whenever you're ready, we'll begin."