Nick Fury was certain he had seen every aspect of boy scout Steve Rogers. He'd watched the Captain blunder his way through press conferences, charm everyone within a mile radius, and during a memorable incident, had even been punched by him. (Keeping Agent Coulson dead for months might not have been the best idea, even if it was the only option.)
Making a daddy issues joke after the head of the Avengers requests a therapy budget for Iron Man only seemed like a minor issue at the end of a shitty day because he was so fucking certain he knew Rogers...Nick hasn't felt shame since he was five, and here was, wilting under Captain America's disappointed gaze. It was like shooting a puppy only to have its wide eyed ghost haunt you.
So, yeah, Nick Fury, master spy, spent an hour learning that one of the most brilliant men he'd ever known was an abusive bastard. Captain Rogers, dedicated and squeaky clean soldier he was, also brought up X-Rays and independent psych evaluations. Nick signed over more money than he paid Barton andRomanoff. Hell, he'd sign over the entire damn helicarrier just to get Roger's crestfallen face out of his sight.
In a day that included dealing with flying squid monsters, Von Doom and Amora becoming allies, Loki escaping for the fifth time, and four near world wars, apologizing to Tony Stark would be the worst fucking thing Nick Fury had to deal with.