Fury furiously (how apt) entered the restaurant, sans Avengers. He was mumbling under his breath, but a few phrases could were audible. 'Fucking mouse' and 'I wanted to go to Universal' especially. He ordered the most angry-sounding thing on the menu and took a seat, glaring out at the crowds of people. He secretly hoped the Avengers were having a shitty time. He tore his sandwich apart like a slightly rabid dog and sat back in his chair, still glowering at the crowds.
"Fuckin' Avengers." He mumbled through a mouthful of food, "Fuckin' Disney." He swallowed, "...Fuckin' good food." As he muttered, a nearby table turned to glare at him.
"Do you mind?" A sleek blond man hissed, "There are children here!"
"I appreciate the concern for your children but I do not give a solitary fuck." Fury smiled quickly and went back to eating. As he shoved the last few bites down, he saw two familar figures heading towards him. "About fucking time." He sighed as Stark and Bruce walked briskly towards him. He folded his arms and waited for an explanation. He did not get one. He simply got two shit-eating grins as they both passed by.
"Fuckin..." He muttered.