Fury always goes to find Steve when he's angry. Today, Steve's in the mess hall, a plate of paste at his elbow and a pile of paperwork in front of him. He's tapping a pen against his lips as he reads. Fury flops down opposite him and puts his head in his hands.
"Down here so late sir?" Steve's eyes don't rise from his paperwork.
"So are you." Fury doesn't look up either.
"Only place quiet enough." Steve puts down his pen, "let me guess. Barton?"
"Barton." Fury confirms, "If he wasn't so good a shot…"
"I know." Steve leaves his seat and moves to stand behind Fury, leaning down to kiss him, "I'll talk to him."
"Where would I be without you?"