“Sounds appealing. It’s hard to beat fresh cinnamon rolls.” A pause before he chuckled. As he spoke, he glanced under the table, swearing he felt something touch his foot. “I don’t usually need it. I can heal fast, usually. Depends on how bad I’m injured. And you don’t need to make me a ring, either. Despite what it sounds like, it actually doesn’t hurt…Not like the first time, anyway. It’s more like I really need to stretch, more than anything.”<br/><br/>For Murder, things were starting to spiral the drain since he didn’t know half of what Fury was talking about. The stuff that had been on the news, like the big fight? Yeah, he knew about that. The smaller details, not so much. However, when Bella suddenly slammed her hands on the table, he jerked his head up a bit, looking after her a bit wide eyed from being startled. He wasn’t sure what that had been about, but it seemed like it’d been a sore spot.<br/><br/>Then, he blinked when a familiar scent drifted over, followed by a voice he recognized. Makari, better known as Mayhem. “I was. Then I caught wind of someone tailing me and I bolted. Made it to Fort Lauderdale before they caught up to me.” Given how close Mayhem was, Murder oh so casually moved his plate in such a way that his elbow rammed for the other man’s crotch. “…Oops.”<br/><br/>The expression on his face said it was anything but an accident. Returning his attention to Fury, Murder found himself rubbing his forehead again. “Well, when your priority is to keep yourself hidden and alive, sitting down to watch the evening news isn’t that big of a priority.” Honestly, this whole thing seemed mismanaged at best. Dropping his hand down to the table, he gave the man a bland stare. “Sure, I do. Doesn’t mean I’m interested in being SHIELD’s attack dog. I was done with that life when I hightailed it away from Hydra.”<br/><br/>At this point, he jabbed a finger towards Fury. “Except<i>you fuckers</i>didn’t give me a choice in the matter. It was either accept things or get my ass yeeted into prison for shit I had no choice in.” He glanced at the rest of those still present in the room, which…Wasn’t that many, truth be told. “Cliff notes: I got picked up by the big bad snake when I was like…12 and spent most of my teens getting my DNA unzipped and rezipped back up. I’ve spent the past decade and some change trying to build a life I never got to have. Boyo here rolled up and threatened to throw me on the Rift if I didn’t fall into line.”<br/><br/>Suffice to say, Murder was<i>annoyed</i>.