“Get out of the car, Nathan,” he ordered himself, and it took two more tries until Nathan’s body obeyed. He climbed out and rested against the roof and door.
“Hey,” Nathan said when Fury’s shin was a few inches from the Corvette’s headlight. Fury didn’t say anything, and his inscrutable expression was made even more impossible by the sunglasses. Nathan could see himself in them, pale and wide-eyed. “Um, Hellabeth said you’d be here.” Nathan thought he sensed Fury’s slow, uncomprehending blink happening behind the shades. “She was at the warehouse,” Nathan clarified.
“What were you doing at the warehouse?” Fury demanded, angrily, Nathan thought, and Nathan backed up when Fury advanced. Fury shut the car door and kept coming until he was a deep breath away from Nathan. “It’s not safe there,” Fury said.
“No shit? Would never have picked up on that.”