Steve thought nothing of blaming the woman for the bomb she had dropped in his proverbial lap, whatever her responsibility might have been to S.H.I.E.L.D. or to her team, it had nothing to do with the lies he had been told. It had not been her voice over the loudspeaker of the Helicarrier, informing them of Agent Coulson's death. It had not been her stern eyes he had been unable to meet as he had contemplated his own stubbornness and what part he had played in allowing Loki the opening he had needed to kill a man who had been, if strange, then at least a part in collecting them all together in the belief that they could be something more.

He wants to ask how but assumed that the Agent's supposed death had been nothing more than an exaggeration of the condition he had been left in. Thor had spoken of seeing his brother stab the Agent, so the injuries could not have been faked, but Fury's track record made it all make far more sense that he had inflated that injury to manipulate them all.

After a breath, fingers curling into fists at his sides before he let them fall lax once more, he shook his head. "I guess we're going to have that talk soon enough." The reminder that the man had announced he had been a fan of the Captain America mythos growing up did not make the bitter truth of the matter the least bit easier to swallow.