Fury looked at each of the five Avengers in turn; seeing the resolve sent in each of their faces. They were all with Tony on this one, even his own two agents, and he couldn't really blame them...
"Everyone who's not Romanoff, Barton, Rogers, Stark, Banner, Hill or Coulson: out... Now"
There were a few mutters of disappointed grumbles as the other agents and medics shuffled from the room. Fury rubbed his forehead and turned his eye to his team. A pang of guilt hit him squarely in the face as he took in his teams appearance; Bruce and Tony looked fine, if a little exhausted; the concern for their friends had clearly taken it out of them. The anger was still clearly etched on both men's faces; Bruce's fists clenched tightly into fists on the table in front of him. Natasha, sat next to Bruce, was slumped in her chair; drained of all her energy from the day's events. It if had been anyone else; Fury suspected they'd have crashed by now, if they'd even had managed to get down to the meeting room at all. Clint's hand gently squeezed her knee; helping keep her focused and awake. He stared at Fury, waiting for an explanation. He too, looked shattered, a bruise marring his temple where he'd hit it when he'd collapsed. Fury noted how Clint's eyes flickered worryingly over to Natasha ever few seconds. Steve flanked the other end, and was the only member of the team who had stood, standing like the solider he was; waiting patiently for Fury to begin.
"Nazari has a score to settle with Romanoff and Barton" Fury said bluntly.
The other three Avengers turned to face their teammates, but Natasha and Clint's faces bore no more understanding of what Fury had referred to than their own.
"Remember Vilnius, Latvia? About 18 months ago?" Coulson offered. The two agents nodded silently. It hadn't been a great mission; the objective had been met, but at a cost. They'd been sent by SHIELD to take down an Iranian war criminal named Joseph Arvin who was in hiding there. They'd successfully infiltrated Arvin's inner circle but someone, supposedly on their side, had betrayed them and they were lucky to make it out alive. Several weeks of physical therapy followed for Clint who'd badly damaged his wrist and shoulder in the escape, and Natasha had needed 57 stitches in her back after she'd pushed Clint out of the way of an attack; leaving her unconscious for almost 4 days. They remembered the mission; they didn't see the connection to Nazari.
"Arvin was Nazari's son in law. His daughter committed suicide 2 months ago. She killed her son too." Fury explained the missing link, no emotion shown in his voice or on his face
"You sent Nat and Clint undercover after Nazari, knowing they had this connection?" Stark asked in disbelief.
"We were not aware Nazari knew who carried out the hit on Arvin. Our intel was verified before we sent you in" Fury tried to justify.
"That's a crap excuse and you know it!" Bruce said before standing and leaving the room. The rage building inside of him was reaching dangerous levels. The other guy was just below the surface; itching to get out. Bruce had to keep his cool or forever be known as the person who threw Nick Fury out a fifth storey window.
