"Just stand in the middle there," he motioned with an inaccurate hand toward the middle of the room, circling it a few times before he stepped behind a wall. He didn't normally care, but there were things that had to be handled with care, and the extremis, well.

People hadn't seemed to assume that he had it. It was concerning, but he wasn't about to question it. Whatever it meant, it didn't bode well, so he continued to keep it low and quiet. No need to advertise it when people didn't think he had it.

But moments later, from behind the wall he has his helmet poised on his hip when he walks back out to look around the room one last time before he slides it on, with a little adjustment from the small jets and pieces. Normally it assembled itself over his face.

"I hope you're still in the middle, Fury, I don't exactly want to scan the wrong spot."