"I still can't figure out how you let her escape," Fury seethed, his nostrils flaring and veins in his temple throbbing ominously. He pointed fingers at the two men sitting across from him. "You're the damn HULK and you're a super-soldier - you let a weakened, fragile girl slip through your fingers!"
"Girl?" chimed in Natasha. Fury sighed, bowing his head slightly.
"I didn't mean it like that," he said in a low tone. He turned back to Bruce and Steve, gritting his teeth and running a hand along the scars over his patched eye. "It's going to be impossible for us to locate her, not to mention the Enchantress. I just - can't - believe it."
Steve lowered his head, pressing his thumbs together against his forehead and breathing heavily. He had disobeyed direct orders - but he wasn't sure he regretted it.
I should have intervened earlier, but I didn't.
His mind was a whirlwind of confusing thoughts. He felt sick to his stomach - sick for not helping Lyanne sooner, for violating orders from his commander, and worst of all, getting Bruce involved - an innocent bystander. Steve tried to look over at him, but could not make eye contact. Bruce was chewing his lip, twitching his leg nervously, fiddling with his glasses. Luckily he was still somewhat calm, but Steve still worried; just why hadn't he turned into the Hulk to pursue them? He was getting much better control of it, and was even able to transform at will most of the time. So why hadn't he? Steve could only do so much; Amora was able to use her magic to morph the barrier to her cell into a teleportation device. How could one man follow that? Meanwhile Bruce would have been able to crash through and follow them much faster. But, as Fury had reminded them several times, he didn't, and the two women got away.
"Can't a search be done? You said yourself that the security cameras caught them running into the woods. They can't have gotten far," Steve tried. Bruce shook his head and leaned forward.
"We tried dogs but they stopped at a river. We couldn't see anything more - they must have been smart enough to walk in the water."
Fury scowled even deeper, rubbing his palm across his forehead tensely.
"I'm sending Natasha and Clint to find them. They have much more experience."
"But what if they attack? They're no match for…"
Natasha gave Steve a murderous look and he silenced himself.
"He has a point. Bring Thor. I can't even think straight anymore," Fury grumbled, standing and leaving the room. They were dismissed.