Nicholas Fury deliberately paces down the hall away from the ringing; the bank of computer technicians are determinedly staring down at their monitors as he passes. Just as he nears the elevator bank, a mild voice speaks up.
"Director Fury? There's a call in your office."
Fury holds his sigh in but his stomach still growls.
"Do I need to take it?"
An interruption to his lunch break is most assuredly not a good start to the week.
He arrives in his office just as his extension rings. He pauses in picking up the receiver, because that is not a name he'd expect to see calling the office during her leave.
"What do you have for me, Hill?"
"You've got to be shittin' me."
Fury holds the phone away, sighs, and rubs his forehead.
After closing his eyes briefly, he brings the phone back, "Do nothing there, get back here ASAP. We'll have to determine what precisely is happening and take steps," and hangs up.
He sits down heavily. Pinching the space between his brows, he wonders aloud,
"Just what am I supposed to do about a God who responds to his followers in a deliberately public service?"