As each recruit walked into the room and helped themselves to food, Fury put a neat checkmark by their name and a quiet note on when they arrived…As well as any reactions they might have to either the meeting time or each other. It didn't surprise him that the reactions were a bit mixed, though he was still unsure about the idea of recruiting both Murder and Mayhem. While two had a history of working together, it could mean they would either be team players or would head off to do their own thing…Which might not be a bad thing, in general. "The world is a different place than it was when the Avengers Initiative was first started, Mr. Coughlan, and the world needs a different type of Avengers team."<br/><br/>Bella's grumpy complaint went ignored. 10am really wasn't that late and she'd be having to get up earlier for any training sessions that might get penciled in. Still, he made a silent note of that, then shifted his attention to Roman when the man came over to shake his hand. At Calista's question, Fury lightly gestured towards one of that carts, the same one that Roman had found his beer on. With everyone gathered, he was about to make a short announcement but looked to Mayhem when the man all but jumped the gun. Decidedly, this wasn't a bad thing and he made a slight gesture with his hand for the younger man to continue. "Don't mind me, just think of me as a fly on the wall."<br/><br/>Murder grinned at Mayhem as the man spoke. "I suggested you to Fury when he found me. I'm glad he took the recommendation seriously." Shoveling some of his food into his mouth, he looked up as the other folks began wandering in. He was honestly apprehensive about the whole thing. While he could work well in a group, those had been handpicked by the higher ups to minimize personality clashes. That didn't hold true for here, then again, he was also older than he had been when he'd been with Hydra. "I'm still kinda not sure about this whole thing…"<br/><br/>At that point, he chose to clam up a bit, not really wanting his conversation with Mayhem overheard. They would need to talk a bit later when the meet'n'greet was over with. Quietly, he nodded two the two women who entered, and sympathized with the first who seemed a bit unhappy over being up 'early'. He'd worked the late shift at bars for years and understood how much of a bitch it could be to get up several hours before the normal wakeup time. The second woman made him silently roll his eyes at Mayhem's comment. Of course, the emo dressing guy would appreciate it.<br/><br/>Person number three resulted in him lightly kicking Mayhem's leg under the table while maintaining a perfectly innocent face. He knew his friend's taste in men, and absolutely<i>didn't</i>need the guy making a scene. Then again, this was Mayhem, and the guy was basically chaotic idiot incarnate. Looking over to the other man and catching his friend's look, Murder sighed and raised his eyebrows. "No. Keep it in your pants."<br/><br/>The next person that came in caused Murder to abruptly tilt his head, immediately picking up that something was<i>off</i>. When he finally got a look at his eyes, it suddenly clicked. Blind. The guy didn't seem to be having any issues whatsoever with moving around the room, though. Honestly? Even with his apprehension about being in a group, he couldn't deny that he was starting to get curious on what everyone could do, despite the fact that he'd be having to talk about himself.<br/><br/>Then, time slowly ticked by and he found himself glancing at his phone, silenced of course, for the time. 7 minutes after the hour and their final member showed up. The reasoning was understandable, everything had been a bit last minute for him. Though, Murder blinked at the cat and how it was being fed. Wasn't a big no-no to feed cats like that? At least, that's what the comments on Imgur always said. He'd never really looked it up, himself.<br/><br/>At being called the 'emotional support raptor' he looked over to Mayhem and raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were the emotional support gremlin since you're always screeching at people?" Shaking his head, he sighed and refocused on the gathered group, both looking and feeling apprehensive about introducing himself. "I'm Joey, I'll answer to that, but you have a better chance of getting my attention if you call me 'Murder'. I'm trained in the use of multiple types of firearms and am proficient in Spanish and German. I can do okay with Mandarin Chinese, and about all I know of Russian is the cuss words."<br/><br/>He paused to take a ship of his coffee. "Otherwise…You could consider me a former supersoldier who's main ability is shifting into a big ass lizard. Yes, I have keen senses, and yes I will hate you with every fiber of my being if you wear strong smelling cologne or perfume."